Cvrsedmuses - Theophagy : Eat Your Gods .

relationships — wanted plots

ROMANTIC / SEXUAL

[ THE THROUPLE ; ( valerian & bryrony parkinson ) ] morcant had a thing for his best friend for a while now, but he never thought it would go anywhere, since he's not that deserving of love and had to marry a good pureblood girl. his best friend was in a very similar situation, and married a good pureblood girl. whenever morcant thought about his best friend marrying, he thought the girl would end up stealing him from morcant. this, or the girl being completely left aside. that's not what happened at all. the best friend's new wife? fantastic girl, fit their friendship like she had always been there. she's stunning, funny, intelligent. now he's in love with his best friend and his best friend's wife. what now?

[ THE CASUAL AFFAIR ; barty crouch jr ] all it took was a heated look during a secret underground party, flirty jokes traded under hot breaths, and a bottle of firewhiskey. their chemistry together could blow up the entire diagon alley, it's becoming a little more than he bargained for. the problem is: this person might not be the one their parents want for him.

[ THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE ; winnie yaxley ] marrying was never in his cards, he knew exactly what a marriage entailed: fighting and unhappy lives. his parents were miserable, he would never willingly subject himself to this. however, things change, and somehow he saw himself bethrothed with her. he was afraid she would be just one more chore, something that would ruin his plans. after a while, they both realize they have more in common than they imagine. maybe, their only ticket out of an unhappy marriage might be each other.

[ THE ROTTEN SOULMATE ; 1 open slot ] they used to date during their hogwarts years, they know the worst of each other, and they could have gotten married. unfortunately, it didn't work, since the relationship got cold and became a friendship. now, they are each other's other half and promised to get married if they're still single when they're 40.

[ THE SYCOPHANT ; 1 open slot ] morcant is well aware that this person uses his body and status for their own gain, but again, so is he. they are two beautiful, lonely people who use each other when they need to fill their heart for a night. sometimes, they even go together for high society events. it's a relationship of convenience, but not without its perks.

BUSINESS / WORK

[ THE UNSPEAKABLE COLD CASE ; arden wilkes, melis marangoz, barty crouch senior ] the corridors in the department of mysteries harbor secrets that refuse to fade. morcant has uncovered a cold case—a file from decades ago, meticulously buried by corrupt officials desperate to hide the truth. morcant always knew that the ministry was corrupt, but now that he's seeing it up close, he's not so sure that ignoring is a viable option. so, here's a question: what price must we pay when the truth becomes a liability?

arden wilkes and morcant decide to investigate the situation further. melis marangoz, another unspeakable, stumbles upon their investigation and must decide whether to help uncover the truth or turn a blind eye.

mr. crouch senior, a ministry official, starts asking too many questions—do they want to expose the corruption or bury it deeper?

MUSE C, an outsider with knowledge of the case, gets approached by morcant and decides to help him, but their motivations remain unclear.

MUSE D, another unspeakable, morcant warns morcant to drop the case before it’s too late—do they know something he doesn’t?

[ THE MONEYMAKER; alecto carrow ] he's an investor, so I need people with promising business he can support and invest.

[ THE FINANCIAL ADVISOR ; valerian parkinson ] financial advisor and partner in his economic ventures who help manage his investments.

[ THE DARK ARTIFACTS COLLECTOR ; elowen nott ] a wixen that he trusts to trade, sell and study dangerous artifacts he might encounter.

[ THE PAIN IN THE ASS ; atticus diggory’s parents ] this person's boss has been trying to aprehend the items in nott manor for literal years, since the family's obsession with keeping records managed to keep part of magical history registeres. now mr. nott put the responsibility to deal with the ministry on his son, morcant.

[ THE ASSURANCE PLAN ; open ] morcant is used to cleaning up his father’s messes. considering the amount of trouble mr. geraint nott (his father) normally gets himself into (and also considering the family's history), they probably have a team of trusted solicitors, barristers, etc. morcant has a pretty good foresight, so he would be preparing for the future, in case the worst happens.

ACADEMIA / MAGIC

[ THE SEER ; 1 open slot ] this person worked alongside him as a seer to provide materials to his get thesis as a master in spells. the theme was "binding magic in prophecies".

[ DARK ACADEMIA ; lucius malfoy, open slots ] scholars can be obsessed with their fields of interest, and he is no different. his expertise in binding magic and prophecies topple to the darker side of magic, and he found other people who want to study dark magic in the name of research. but here's a question: how far is too far?

MUSE A becomes fascinated by morcant’s knowledge and asks to be his apprentice. the question is: does he become a mentor or a corrupter?

morcant, MUSE B, MUSE C, AND MUSE D have formed a secret circle of scholars dedicated to studying dark magic under the pretense of academic research. when the information gets leaked and they start receiving threatening owls, they must cover their tracks and find out who's behind it.

[ THE WANDMAKER ; 1 open slot ] do you know how the loyalty of a wand works? how do i use my want to the fullest potential? how do i make sure that my wand works for me and for me only? how do i strenghten my connection with my want? that's what those two are trying to figure out. whatever it takes.

SOCIAL / PLATONIC

[ THE BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER ; severus snape ] there's a popular saying about how men live less when they do stupid things together. this person is morcant's brother in every way that matters, and they are truly there for each other. morcant feels safe with this person and is maybe the only one who truly understands what is going on in morcant's mind.

[ UNDERGROUND PARTY CIRCLE ; open slots ] morcant puts his duty above everything else, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to party. as someone who knows the right people, he's often seen in secret, underground parties. what happens there, stays there, and people know it. whenever he goes to those parties, it's like he's a completely different person. his duty is left aside and the most primal need to have fun is let out.

[ DEATH EATER FRIENDS ; open slots ] some of them were childhood friends, others met along the way, but eventually they all got together in the name of pureblood supremacy. at least that's what they think he support, but he's not that sure about it anymore...

[ THE CONSPIRATION ; regulus black ] morcant and regulus are coworkers and grew up in the same social circle, but were never really that close. up until now. now, they are joining their ranks, supporting the cause, biding their time. when paranoia starts eating them out and they fear for their loved ones lives, they are willing to sacrifice themselves if it means to defeat the undefeatable.

[ THE CHAMPAGNE FRIEND ; 1 open slot ] they party together, they have fun together, they spend all their money together; because they are filthy rich and spoiled rotten. it's not a very deep box, but you know what people say about shallow boxes... sometimes they have a fake bottom.

[ THE UNBREAKABLE VOW ; 2 open slots ] two people he knows ended up making an unbreakable vow, and guess who had to perform the vow ceremony? yes, morcant. now, he's involved in something more intricate than he put this galleons in...

[ THE POLYJUICE MYSTERY ; 1 open slot ] your muse has been meeting with morcant for a while, but has no idea that it’s him, since he used polyjuice potion to disguise himself. you meet in some sort of shoddy pub like hog’s head, he buys information from other influent families, and leaves.

[ THE MUGGLE MUGGING ; 1 open slot ] morcant decided to visit stonehenge for research purposes, as much as he dislikes muggles. there, he ends up being mugged by a muggle, which doesn't improve his views of muggles, but you try to tell him there’s bad people everywhere. the thief got stunned by morcant and nobody saw a thing. nobody but your muse. would you tell the ministry? or would you do something else…?

"do you seriously think you're above the rules" the stupid ones yeah

WHO: morcant nott & bryony and valerian parkinson @bryonyparkinsons @xsecretkeepers WHERE: st. mungo's hospital, blishwick wing WHEN: new wing at st. mungo's

Obviously, Morcant couldn't avoid Bryony and Valerian for too long. It was rather silly of him to do so, of course, but he would take all the time he could from telling them he was now engaged. It's not as if they would particularly mind, after all, they were married to each other. It was more of the "Morcant Nott being a selfish bastard" gag roll. Nobody could fault him for saying he was charitable, being a Nott was a warning sign as good as any. ━ Hello, Lord and Lady Parkinson. It's a pleasure to see you today. I'm afraid you just missed my fiancée, Winnifred Yaxley, but I'm sure we'll have time to socialize later. We'll send the invitations for the engagement party later this week. ━ Morcant smiled pleasantly, cutting straight to the chase. He couldn't stand sitting on this for a single more minute.

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."

"Oh boy, if you think you're the crazy one, you're not hanging out with the right people." Gamon joked, as he glanced the book in question, and returned his look to Daisy. He hummed in interest as he picked up the nearest copy next to him, and nodded approvingly. "Sounds interesting, I'm gonna give it a shot."

Gamon was a lover of all things muggle. As far as he knew, his own biological father was a squib and his mother a halfblood. He didn't have memories of them, but the Gryffindor guessed that it should somehow explain why he felt compelled to keep up with technology and comic books. Muggle music, in particular, was very interesting.

"My pet crow is named Bruce Wayne. You know, Batman. He likes to steal shiny things, I think I'm very funny." He shrugged, rolling his eyes at himself, and back at her with a smile. "After I buy right now, can you sign the copy?"

Who: Daisy & Open Location: Diagon Alley Coffee Shop When: Early Morning

Daisy was exhausted. She hadn't been sleeping well, her brain was too focused on everything that had been going on in her world.

This had been her and Jasper's favorite coffee shop to frequent in Diagon Alley. It had been difficult, returning, but everything couldn't stop because he was gone. It was cozy with a few bookcases towards the back and a small sitting area. She wished she could get comfortable, but she had a meeting soon. Out of the corner of her eye, though, she saw it on the bookshelf closest to her. My Year as a Muggle. It was here. It was almost like a sign.

"It never gets less weird seeing my book on bookshelves out and about. It's so cool but still so weird. Sorry, I'm rambling, mostly talking to myself. You must think I'm crazy--" Daisy felt her cheeks flush, embarrassed.

OOC MESSAGE —

tiny hiatus from today (jan 30) to saturday (feb 1) hi folks! in the specific dates, im doing a course that is gonna take the entire day. it’s about finances, so it’s gonna be very demanding. hence, i won’t be as active and won’t be able to do my replies or reply on my dms. i’ll be back to my normal shenanigans on monday (since i’ll probably sleep the entire day on sunday). that said, you’re getting rid of me for the weekend 😝 but i’ll miss u all!!

WHO: morcant nott & alecto carrow @ofcarrowisms WHERE: st. mungo's hospital, blishwick wing WHEN: new wing at st. mungo's

━ If I had a galleon for mudblood in this room, I could buy you a new pub. ━ Morcant rolled his eyes, as he took a drag from the cigarette he got from Arden. A smoke break was a welcome relief from the constant smiling, which wasn't something he usually minded, but that was starting to put a strain on his facial muscles. ━ Disgusting. Which is rich, considering this shit bloody stinks, but certainly less than the mudbloods. Want one?

Jonah Hauer-King as Eric THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023) dir. Rob Marshall

“The big screens, the plastic-made dreams Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it It’s our world, the picture-book girls Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it Don’t you ask me if it’s love, my dear Love don’t really mean a thing ‘round here The fake scenes the plastic-made dreams Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it”

𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭-𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑰. the aftermath is secondary (but it always comes)

All you do is scream inside, boy. Where's your goddamn courage?

"You are nothing more than a senile old man, dragging the family name through the mud." You sneer, handsome features become scarlet, because that vein in your neck pumps blood that is trying to escape and stain your hands, and you're desperate to be anything but your father.

"Our lineage? It's cursed, almost as bad as the Black family." You judge, like entitlement isn't also a curse or a language that you speak fluently, like your high horse couldn't topple you and all your little machineries.

"We are the byproduct of centuries of inbreeding, father. If you think we cannot get much worse than that, you have another thing coming." You rage, self-hatred running rampant in your veins like your hounds from hell race through the Nott Grounds at night, desperate to rip off arms of intruders.

Nobody but your mother and sister know about the screaming matches you have with your father. Acting like two savages, vocal chords echoing through corridors silenced by Perpetual Vows for thousands of years. It's not about what he's doing, it's the fact that you could do better.

You could do better, and that kills you inside. Because you just can't wait, can you? You cannot wait for your time to shine and get your grubby little hands on the family crown. Your thirst for power seeping from each pore, glinting in your green eyes and hiding in the shadows of your boyish face. You're too young to be the leader, and you're too old to be dismissed as unthreatening, so now you're left to your own resources.

And your argument is based on a fragile foundation, made of cracked stone that is being kept together by hardened gold. It's not a lie, no. But that's not entirely the truth either. You've never been too good at those anyway.

Well, you're made of mead, boy.

The drink of the gods: a result of fermented honey, and fermenting is just another word for rotting. You're rotten honey. Sweet, but acid. You get drunk on your own hubris.

If you need to tell yourself that your father is supporting an outsider, forgetting about your traditions... So, be it. Tell yourself that.

You can be a drunk, yes, not stupid. There's a thought snaking through the crevices of your brain, balancing doubt in the tiny point of a sharp knife.

Should you support? Or should you not?

It's a growing obsession that's been corrupting your fragile ego for years. Should you support the opposite side just to antagonize? Or should you join and prove yourself to be a much better follower than your own old man?

It's not about what's right, of course not. Why would it be? The thought doesn't even cross your mind, yet.

But you don't want to be made of a fool either, so you ask yourself who is even this Voldemort fellow. After all, if he were from a pureblood family, you would have heard about his folks sooner.

Every pureblood can trace their lineage, registered on family trees and parchments with Dark Magic older than most houses. You would have seen him in any of the dusty tapestries, would have seen portraits of his grandparents painted and showcased on oppulent walls of your friend's manors.

You ask yourself who are his parents, his ancestors. They are so worried about pureblood supremacy, but are they even making the right questions? Or any question at all?

Are you the fool? Are you the only one who can't see it? Are you making the right choice? You couldn't be. For that, you would have to make a choice, and your choice was not even choosing at all.

The aftermath of the festival prodded the knife into your skin, balancing a fragile position. You know you will have to make a decision soon. Avoiding can only be done to a certain point, and the aftermath can be secondary, but it always comes. It's a snake blackening your skin or a stain blackening your face in the tapestry.

Voldemort is just means to an end for the pureblood society. A leader and a scapegoat. He is merely saying what other people have thought for years, making waves and decisions for those who are too coward.

People like you. Who are greedy, and ambitious, and too comfortable in their thrones like a god licks drops of ambrosia running between their fingers.

All you do is scream inside, boy. What is your choice?