#threads;; val

[fcrox]

who: @valeria-flint where: Shyverwretch’s Venoms and Poisons when: late morning

Shyverwretch’s Venoms and Poisons, the wizard had visited a few times in the past. Every now and then even an alchemist might run out of the ingredients shared, or require a poison potent enough to melt even a metal down to nothing but a bubbling pool of simmering liquid. Another trip to assure exactly that, all materials stocked surely couldn't hurt. Even if he hadn't seen the witch he expected to find behind the counter in a while. Now, he hadn't been avoiding her. In fact, he may have been too busy altogether to consider the idea of that. Amycus had found himself disappearing into his work, the pressure of his shoulders.

Creaky door, the familiar sound of a bell ringing out as he entered. His eyes scanned the shelves before finally turning toward the center of the shop, an almost tame smile on his lips. There wasn't any malicious intend within his eyes, almost as though the wizard in question had reigned himself in. "Val." A nod, toward her but equally in acknowledgement. "Any chance you have my usual in stock?"

[fcrox]

While there was no denying that she had, in fact, already gotten hurt she was also not going to voice the extend out loud. Leta wouldn't have dared to disagree that her hopes and dreams had been entirely foolish. "Hm, so you say." A nod. "I will not disagree with you. The list of ladies is precisely why I'm here." Oh, the list. "I will admit, I may have been foolish in thinking it to be anything more than it was, but that is beside the point now. The past is in the past; for both of us." Leta held respect for the other, valued the opinion of someone who clearly knew what they were talking about.

"I do take it you may have had your own encounter then, hm?" Despite it all she managed a smile. It was kindness, not a desire to make the other feel worse. "I have no doubt you'll be attending the next event with someone at your arm. If they know what is right. Plenty of people out there know it wasn't all on you. Now, lets go have some fun." That much she was determined to have. - @valeria-flint

Val silently listened to what Leta had to say. Antonin Dolohov was a name she had not expected to hear. She stayed silent for a moment. “I know it is none of my business, but be careful with Dolohov. The man likes to play with the ladies, it seems. Getting hurt over it, might not be worth it.” The way Antonin and her had danced, his interest in the potions. The sight of him with Serra Borgin. The least she could do was point it out towards Leta what her opinion was. It was up to the woman to see if she did something with it.

“It is definitely unfair, but I guess that’s life in the end. It seems like we are a little stuck in the past with this part of the way we live.” Maybe with a lot of things but with some Val agreed with, but with this… Definitely not.

[valtsv]

my prediction for shrue's arc this season btw

[chaosandcrimson]

LOCATION: Moggadeet Medical Clinic FOR: Phelan Frost ( @allwiredwrong )

Val had headed straight to the clinic after checking on Zel, and was now sitting with their legs slung over Phelan's lap, careful not to put pressure on any of her bruises. She was studying the oil burns with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Okay, you do look kind of badass, but at what cost?" they asked with a slight frown. "Does it hurt a lot?"

[immobiliter]

       “ I would not be asking the question of you if I also could not, Queen Anora. ”

       Two decades, and it still pained her to stand in this very throne room, knowing the blood that had been spilled on this very floor all those years ago. The blood of Teyrn Loghain, a man who had betrayed all Grey Wardens in exchange for power, a father; and of Alistair Theirin, a bastard son who had never wanted to be king, a lover and a dear friend. In the feuds and rebellions of decades past, much had been lost for the two women now brought once more into the same room by a threat far greater than both of them. Even with the added presence of the Queen's husband and the Inquisitor in this tête-à-tête, the atmosphere remained tense. But Val was determined to remain civil: the future of all Ferelden, after all, perhaps all of Thedas, hung in the balance.

       “ I fear the Blight has changed beyond all recognition, ” she began, wasting no further time with cordiality. “ We Grey Wardens are connected to the darkspawn, and many of us can sense that this connection has changed. I do not know what this means yet — and any information we can gather from the situation in the north would be most helpful — ” At this, Val's eyes strayed towards Inquisitor Lavellan. “ — but this is very much uncharted territory. If it is an elven god at the head of this and not an archdemon... ” To even say it out loud filled her with complete and utter dread. “ And with those elven gods currently on the other side of the continent, it may be that all we can do is stem the spread of this new Blight until the Inquisitor's allies find a way of killing Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain. ”

       It was not ideal, but when a darkspawn did not march with an archdemon at its head, how were the wardens meant to stop it? It was a question that had been haunting Val for days now, and she was still no closer to having an answer.

@mercysought / cont

[hazbinsinners]

angel was way too fucked up to be here. but he was having fun. or . . . he thinks he is.

--- he's sort of having a relapse. maybe. who knows! he ran outta the hotel again -- turns out that he almost relied on work as a way to take a break from that redemptionfest, and as much as he hated work at the time, it was at least good for that -- and this time, it seems no one is saving him. that's fine. he can handle himself.

there was a drag show happening, so really, it could've been worse. if it was just an open club, he'd probably be a lot worse off. but all he's doing now is drunkely cheering on queens who look fucking phenomenal.

yeah, he's gotten felt up by a couple douchebags already, but that's just his every day life. he's almost debating taking one and going to some dark corner just to pass the time. he doesn't wanna go back to the hotel yet.

and then he catches a glimpse of someone . . . all too familiar. his chest seizes with that familiar anxiety, until he remembers how they parted ways last time. his heart is still squeezed with nerves, but now he's . . . confused. are they . . . friends? or . . . ?

he settles on grimacing and leaning against the railing that surrounds the stage, ducking his head in a hopeful attempt to not be seen, but he's fairly certain he made eye contact with val. fuck. val doesn't need to see him being a fuckin' mess. what if he decides to ditch him?

and why is he so afraid of that? it's all he ever wanted, once. now, he almost . . . misses him. the thought makes him sick. val is still his abuser, past or present. he shouldn't miss him.

but val wasn't . . . cruel last time. in fact, it was . . . nice. he'd debated going to his tower tonight and it had brought him here. seemed fate had a sense of humor.

( closed || @mothvalentino )

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Mitch's Shirt | Mitch's shoes

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

"Can you name at least 5 things Valentino is as a person other than a rapist moth?"

Uh, sweetie he's not a real person, and he's never actually raped anyone and he never will, because he's a goddamn fucking cartoon moth?????????

[angie-long-legs]

cont. from here [ @xsmoke-and-mirrorsx ]

"I said," Angel gritted out, staring up at the moth with stubborn defiance, "that yer a coward."

He was shaking - there was no hiding that, no matter how tough his talk or how steadfast he stood. His teeth were bared and his fists were balled at his sides, but Valentino still towered over him, imposing and unyielding.

"Betcha feel like a real man, smackin' me around and yankin' my chain. Well, you ain't!" he spat, his heart pounding ruthlessly in his chest. The adrenaline of his fury mixed with the buzz of whatever stimulant was kickstarting his nervous system was a killer combination.

"You're a lowlife sonuvabitch and I wish I'd never fuckin' met you."

[countlessrealities]

@statiicstag from HERE

A voice. Dreamlike, it carries across the room and through the ruin; the words drift to his ears which twitch with acknowledgement. Alastor himself sits slumped against his desk in the mess that remains of his radio tower, a bloody heap.

It would appear that this voice in particular will always be able to snap him into some state of consciousness, even now. How unfortunate.

Crimson eyes creak open, and though his grin widens the emotion he feels is a far cry from joy as he takes in the face in front of him. If this is how and where he expires for good, he would rather do it alone, and not under the watchful eye of . . . someone he does not know how to put a name to. He will blame blood loss on the lack of ability to come up with a proper term.

Radio static crackles around them, permeating his voice in his weakened state and making it rather hard to understand the words that attempt to slip from a mouth that drips blood.

❝ Is that so? You've a rather fine opportunity to do so now, then. ❞ Alastor replies, somehow still having the ability to muster up some cheek as he moves his arms to his sides. The movement exposes the severity of his wound and just how much crimson drips from it, a trail leading from what remains of the door to him.

He's not truly offering himself up. He knows good and well Vox won't take the opportunity. If that were the case, he'd had already done so.

❝ It's rude to keep a man waiting, you know. ❞

Vox scowls at Alastor's comeback. It doesn't surprise him, of course, because the crazy motherfucker always had to be the one on top of the situation...even when he obviously was not. It's annoying as hell, just as the taunting in itself. It almost makes him regret his decision to leave the Tower and risk getting caught in the mess that surrounds what's left of the Hotel. Without even grabbing his jacket.

Why in the seven Rings does he like this guy again?

"I wouldn't call it a 'fine opportunity'. There's no satisfaction in striking down someone who's already dying on their own," the Overlord scoffs, making a show of rolling his eyes even if his rival probably can't see that. "You look like shit and I have more class than that."

Of course, things are much more complicated than that. For as much as he enjoys seeing the Radio Demon getting his ass kicked and reduced to this sort of pitiful mess, he doesn't actually want him to meet his double death. For reasons he'd rather not dwell on.

The static echoes unpleasantly through his speakers as he steps forward, crouching down in front of Alastor to better assess the damage. He can't fully see the wound with the clothes in the way, but it's obvious that it's bad, and the amount of blood the bastard has already lost is all the confirmation he needs.

Vox's eyes dart around, scanning their surroundings. There's no way there could be anything sort of first aid kit in that wreck, assuming that Alastor has something of the sort to start with. Well, shit. He can see only one working option left there.

"But since you don't like to be left waiting, you leave me just one choice..." He starts again, standing up.

His voice trails off, purposefully leaving the other hanging so he can grab him while he's distracted. Under other circumstances, daring something like that would probably get him killed, but he's confidence that the other is too weak for that right now.

"You're paying for my dry cleaner," he announces. properly adjusting his arms around the Radio Demon, one hooked under his legs and the other holding his back. "Blood is a bitch to wash off."

[mothvalentino]

*grinds his teeth so hard they might break*

ཐིཋྀ "Until I forget Valentino, huh..."

[mascncollins]

Where: Birdsong Park Who: @valentincflores

Mason had been busy trying to settle into the new house with Ollie and he felt bad that the toddler couldn't stretch his legs and him being stuck in the house. It had been a dream for at least a year now to give Ollie a house instead of apartments that they moved out of within a year or a couple of months. The two year old had been begging his father to go to the park all day and Mason finally gave in to him, packing up a lunch and headed to the park.

The playground wasn't too crowded which Mason was happy about because he still didn't trust Ollie's ability to run around the play equipment without somehow hurting himself and he wanted to be able to keep a close eye on him. He watched as the two year old had fun on the playground before calling him over for lunch. He took Ollie's hand and walked with him over to a grassy spot. He laid a blanket out and sat down, Ollie sitting down next to him and digging into the food his father had brought for him.

Mason was looking around the park when the world seemed to pause, seeing a face he hadn't seen in a long time. He knew he was staring but he couldn't help it. He swallowed nervously, nerves building as the person got closer. He cleared his throat and stood once she was getting closer. "Val...?"

[hellsgreatestsideshow]

@toxitrosia

「🍓 ❝ Fast food, hmm? Well, I do so enjoy the thrill of the chase. I'll humor you, for now. ❞ Little did he know their definition of fast food was likely, entirely different.  」

[exmcrtis]

location: daily grind

closed starter for: @callofthxvoid (val)

"i get married in less than four months, and i have yet to do any in-depth planning. i'm not suited for this life, val. i'm not a bride, i'm some nebulous vampire creature that only exists at a certain time of day. what the hell business do i have getting married?" bella was scowling to themselves as they placed their planner on the table. it had several tabs poking out of it, a clear indication that they had, in fact, done more wedding planning than anyone had expected them to. "catch me up on your life, or something. i need the distraction."

[chaosandcrimson]

LOCATION: The Obelisk (Red Ranch Records) FOR: Phelan Frost ( @allwiredwrong )

Val was laying on top of the bar counter, tossing a small, red ball up and down in the air—an exercise that they had gotten into the habit of doing because they found that their hand acted up a lot less when they did it regularly. "I love being here before we open," she mused, catching the ball and glancing over at Phelan. "It's only us, the bar is fully stocked, and the floor isn't sticky yet. You want a drink? It's on the house."

[mercurysunstar]

who: val and jesse where: after their concert @chaosandcrimson

jesse went up to val after the concert was done, tucking the camera to her side with little care (and far too much trust of strangers not to accidentally hit her to make her drop the camera) but was doing it anyway. "thanks for letting me shoot the concert, honestly i want to become a full time concert photographer so this is giving stuff for my portfolio. you guys sounded great too!"