#valeriian

[eternaltm]

@valeriian​ hit the ♡ for something random and entirely self-serving. Things are simply never as they seem, are they?

At first, he doesn’t lift his head from the words he’s writing as the bell chimes   ---   as someone enters. Colin Acker is used to all sorts. The curious. The skeptic. The believer. It’s fun to try to guess who is what when they come around and in time they always tell, they always give it away. Some people are convinced they have seen something strange, others want to ramble on at him about science. It’s never boring, never tiring   ---   getting to interact with those that come and go. Curious.  Skeptic. Believer. He forgets, sometimes, that there is another kind as well. It isn’t on his mind as he dots a few ‘i’s and crosses a ‘t,’ eyes only pulling away for a moment to glance before his intended continuing of work. The pen slides on the paper when he sees him   ---   a mark unwanted but attention captivated. There’s a double-take. A stare as he remembers, suddenly. Cursed. Cursed people come to see him, too. It’s nothing like he’s seen before   ---   not in his almost one-hundred years of walking the Earth. Something is at work, here, something strange and entirely fascinating. It’s hard to spot the origin, hard to understand just what he is looking at. Something seems torn around him. There’s light but there is also shadow   ---   the veil itself crinkled like wrapping paper and poorly taped back together. There’s something else, something   ...   terrible. A mark. A note left behind. Colin can’t read it, can’t imagine what it says but the scrawl makes him taste copper and feel a great loss. Stolen.  He moves to slowly set his pen down.

“ ... is there   ---   ...” A pause. He reconsiders. “How can I be of help?”

[medicatedmedium]

Robert: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life.

Thad: It would be nice to get my sense of purpose back.

Maggie: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Shiloh: My will to live! I haven’t seen this in 10 years!

Thad: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Maggie: Mental stability, my old friend!

Robert: Guys, could you lighten up a little?

[mercyxkilling]

important reminders prompts

@valeriian said:  ❛ sometimes being non - productive is the best thing you can do for yourself , just for a little while . ❜

mercy felt like she was going insane.

she paced about the room, nipping at her fingernails as she tried to burn off some of that nervous energy that shoved her into motion. being non-productive just wasn’t something she thought she could do. always there were things that needed her attention, always there were more tasks piling up, and always she had to be doing something. if she didn’t, it meant that she had to focus on the garbage fire that was her entire life, and she lacked the skills to properly handle that whole mess.

by keeping herself occupied it meant less of a chance to fall into the memories of her past, of all the hurt that she’d tried to bury but never really seemed to be able to. how the hell was she supposed to turn it all off and be... ‘non-productive?’

not that she couldn’t see the truth in his words, or the genuine concern that seemed to lie behind his gaze, but part of her wondered if he was just trying to lull her into some kind of passivity. too often had those she’d grown up with sharpened their knives to use when it was least expected.  it had made her wary as she grew a bit older, perhaps even to the point that she could be called  paranoid, but you didn’t live the kind of life she did without constantly looking over your shoulder.

“i--i don’t think i can do that. i mean, like--like--” mercy couldn’t even get her mouth to move fast enough to catch up with her racing thoughts. she was so tightly wound that she couldn’t find it within herself to even embrace the idea of slowing down, let alone actually employ it. “there’s so much to do all the time. how’s it gonna be good for me, for anybody, to put the brakes on right now?”

she forced herself to bring her hands down. if she kept biting her nails like she was they would start to bleed eventually. such a shame, too; the woman had just paid someone to make her hands look pretty. there was nothing to show for that now.

“okay. okay, okay. so like. how do i... how do i do this?”

at least she seemed a bit open to the idea he’d presented her with, but mercy was also running out of options. she wasn’t sleeping, wasn’t eating, and was indulging in less than savory substances and behaviors to numb the chaos that surrounded her at all times. she knew it wasn’t healthy, and she knew she needed help, but her pride had usually gotten in the way of any attempts at recovery. for the first time in... forever, really, she seemed to at least be a bit more accepting of someone else’s aid.

“i’m sorry. i know... i’m a fuckin’ mess. but i’ll at least try to make some changes. ‘cause this?” she gestured vaguely around her, as if to suggest everything was a factor, “this shit ain’t workin’ for me.”

mercy would have to set aside her paranoia as best she could. she came here of her own volition. he was a doctor. doctors could help. though honestly it was a wonder why he hadn’t referred her to an in-patient program so she could be monitored with all the erratic behaviors she had been showing. despite the nagging feeling that she was making a mistake, she decided that she would listen, and allowed herself to think, at least in that moment, that maybe there was some kind of genuine concern for her well-being in his words, and that he wasn’t fueled by something more sinister.

“if ya have any suggestions, i’d love to hear ‘em.”

she turned to finally face him, to offer her full attention to him, and she wondered what a haggard looking mess she was. but there was a sense of genuine hope burning behind her eyes. a hope that, with any luck, maybe he could offer her something that could make it all easier to deal with.

[livingecho-arch]

@valeriian​​ raised their hand in class !   /  s.c

“ they say children are our reflections . ” vis spoke softly , holding his pride  &  joy in his arms . she was approaching her second birthday ( the second anniversary of his wife’s passing )   &   a check up was in order . 

vivian was a healthy baby , bright smiles   &  giggles that everyone loved to hear but –– 

she should be trying to walk by now . she should be using her legs . why isn't she using her legs ? she crawls on her stomach , legs dragged behind her –– was vis picking her up too much ? should he leave her to her own devices  &  she’ll stand with time ? or was he not prompting it enough ? can one bribe a child ? ( what would he even bribe her with –– money was not exactly a concept to someone who finds it fun to eat literally anything she can reach . )

perhaps this doctor could help shed some light on the situation . dr. hawk seemed to be wonderful , at least so much that a friend had recommended him . private practice . it didn’t matter . vis would pay whatever price to make sure his daughter was happy   &   healthy . yet . . . something was odd . 

it was in the corner of his eye at first . a darkness . shapes . twisting  &  turning . almost blinding him . but he blinked   &   it was gone . of course vis would simply brushed it aside –– a trick of the light , or perhaps this single father was more tired than he thought . . . alas , when paired with the strange almost magical energy from dr . hawk , vis . . . could not ignore . 

“ i only hope she takes the best parts to reflect back at me ––– are you a father ? you have that . . . air about you .  ” he asked the question softly . casual conversation . harder ones would come later –– oh how vis loved to stick his nose in where it did not belong . he most certainly did not need to be asking about odd geometry  &  blinding lights paired with a darkness so deep it could consume sounds .  but he was going to anyway . 

[savagecuhnt]

  @valeriian​

 The smell of coffee and warm baked goods fill the witch’s nostrils as she walks into the small coffee shop. Not her usual choice, but there was something about the day that made her want to revisit a nostalgic sense of her past. She orders just a simple cup of coffee and thanks the barista as she makes her exit. Memories of a simpler time were all too much for the witch to actually stay and enjoy the hot beverage, but instead she takes a seat on a bench just outside, enjoying the chill in the air as she sips on her coffee.

 What a strange turn from usual patterns. She’d still be in bed at this hour, hungover from whatever late night atrocities she had taken apart of, struggling to wake up with another bottle of whiskey waiting to be cracked open at her bedside, but instead here she was. Sipping coffee during the early evening. Watching happy families strolling down the city sidewalks. “Gross-” she mutters to herself with an eyeroll. She’s quick to pull out a cigarette from a pack that was hidden away in the interior pocket of her leather jacket. It’s placed between coffee laced lips and lit. “There we go--” she sighs contently as the nicotine begins to course through her.

  Her attention returns to the random faces passing by as she takes a long drag, allowing the smoke to slowly plume before her. She chases the nicotine with a sip of coffee, sighing to herself before a familiar face catches her attention. “Well, well, well--” another drag is taken before she hops to her feet. she had a plan. not a good one, but one nonetheless. she makes her way through the crowd, crossing the street to not be seen as she loops back around. suddenly she stumbles into a man, purposely spilling her coffee onto him, “oh shit! Oh my god! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention--” she quickly starts wiping at the male, attempting to wipe away the dark liquid that had already began to seep into his fabric, “oh my god, Robert?” a toothy grin is flashed at the male, ice blue hues wide with false excitement, “is that really you?”

[hauntuned-a]

validation incoming! your writing? marvelous, well thought out, descriptive and thoughtful and amazingly visual for being text. your muse? i literally love shiloh. the moment i popped on here and read about her, i adored her. she's such a fascinating character with so many details thought out, i cannot wait to see what we end up writing together.

I’m cleaning out my inbox and I just!!! Saw this!!! I’m yelling!! Thank you so much, I’m honestly so touched and flattered okay. Thank you for sending this. I’m going to hold it close and read it again and again. It’s made my whole ass day. 

[raybanstm]

hows your portrayal, you dare ask! listen, sunny, i'm gonna level with you your writing and portrayal is superb. you could write a character i didn't like and i think it would convince me to love that character. you put SO MUCH into your replies and it really shows, everything is an absolute delight to read and your characters are too good. Too Good. you inspire me literally every day.

+  wait no i'm not done here, you're actually one of the coolest people i've ever met. your creativity is so fuckin contagious it makes me want to create things all the time. you're like super rad and i'm glad i get to see what you create.

how'm i doing with phoenix? ---- tentatively accepting.

h-hang on okay this put me almost too the floor. i think, as someone who does like to create things, that the highest compliment that you can receive is that you inspire others to do things of the same nature. i    ...   love art. i love writing. i haven’t been able to draw in a little while but between you posting your sketches and also @hauntuned doing art i have been very inspired to give it a shot. art is how i function. writing is something i am so passionate about and i have only been able to make phoenix and let him grow through interactions with others. my writing partners are incredible. even when we only do small things i am blown away by how much people put into their characterizations. there are so many people that i still intend to interact with. i’m just hella shy. i know that i do a lot of “newkdfnef  (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡!!!” on the dash and stuff but the truth is that i am terrified, most of the time, to say anything. i admire a lot of those i follow. different writing styles. aesthetics. headcanons. things that make everyone unique and? honestly i just can’t wait to get to do more. things have been so stressful lately and having a place to chill and write with people has just been   ...   a godsend. thank you for this. i’m honored to be a source of inspiration and i hope it only increases and we’re both able to create to our heart’s content.

[mrjsethofficial]

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[hortiicultured]

2weet valeriian, re2cue me.

[ao3feed-cullrian]

Under Your Guard

by Valeriian

Dorian makes a face like Cullen has just force-fed him something sour. “When I agreed to this wager,’” he says, moustache twitching, “I assumed the result would be something pleasant.”

Cullen shrugs. “Shouldn’t have lost on purpose, then.”

Words: 2920, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dorian Pavus, Cullen Rutherford, Josephine Montilyet (mentioned)

Relationships: Dorian Pavus/Cullen Rutherford

Additional Tags: /rises from the ashes of my 5-year long fic hiatus with coffee and a game I've never actually played, Dragon Age: Inquisition - Freeform, Cullen/Dorian - Freeform, Trans Male Character, cullen is trans and also he tops, because there aren't enough trans tops in fic, and also i make the rules, Kissing, Anal Fingering, strap-on sex, Fluff and Smut, swordplay-cum-flirting, and yes that's a euphemism, pwp - now with feelings!, male terminology for afab anatomy, trans author

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[valeriian]

blog info;; valeriian -- independent, selective, 18+ roleplay blog. genre slides nicely next to horror and supernatural. blog remake.

muse;; doctor robert hawk -- 34, dad, doctor, saw something he should not have.

mun;; glitch, 25+, he/they. barista, horror nerd, anxious mess.

links;; here’s his carrd. and his pinterest.

you can also find me: @fatamorganatm & @stayfxckingdead​

blog is presently on hiatus due to irl badtimes.

[eternaltm]

sunny  🤝 ghost it’s colin/robert hours.

[medicatedmedium]

“You’re apart of the family.”

domestic/family starter prompts.

"You don't. . . you don't have to say that," she said quietly. It wasn't that she didn't want that connection, it was just. . . Maggie wasn't used to such open expression, and didn't know how to accept it. "We're- We're all friends, and that's-- that's enough, really. I never had that growing up, you know? So it's enough. It's more than enough, it's plenty.

[mercyxkilling]

@valeriian said:  what tattoo did she get first? which one hurt the most? are there any she wants but won't get because of whatever reason?

y’know, it’s funny; tattoos were supposed to be a heavy focus for mercy when i first started to reshape her from what she was into who she is now, and now that her narrative has taken her to so many different places i almost forget that i even had that planned for her at all, lol.

her first tattoo, though, would have been galaxy themed piece i originally thought of, since that’s just her personality: all or nothing at all. restraint isn’t something she’s known for, so she goes super hard at something she wants. tattoos would be no different in that respect, i should think.

can’t say she would avoid any particular tattoos because she is just that determined to do what she wants whenever she wants. the only thing that would really keep her from getting anything done would be the issue of time. as things progress in her story she takes on more and more responsibilities, and has more and more things to do all the time that she just can’t afford to sit still for too long. it makes her anxious, and she has to feel like she’s constantly doing something, and she even feels guilty because wasting time means wasting money, or wasting an opportunity to reach her goals.

[savagecuhnt]

✿

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other 

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  / 

[hauntuned-a]

what drew me initially: the use of psychopomp correctly, your art, and that shiloh just seemed pretty rad and well thought out. what made me stay: you! you're one of the sweetest people i've bumped into on here, your writing is so good that the first time i read a reply you gave me i gushed over it for an hour to my friends. you're just really cool and skilled and shiloh is a badass

What drew you to my blog initially, and what, so far, has made you stay?

Listen, I am blushing about this. I'm so glad you like her!! And even moreso I'm so glad you like me! It's a struggle sometimes to be positive but never to be kind to others. Like. I remember reading your bio and going 'oh my heart' at his backstory. And you telling me how much you liked my reply. djhgflah BASICALLY RIGHT BACK AT YOU. You too are so sweet.