“Champagne and fur slow dancing at French parties. Money and affairs at cocktail dinners. Smoking cigarettes and laughing in vain cause kings and queens never hurt, they say. Pretty eyes and mouths full of regrets, drinking red wine since the age of 14, cause wine is thicker than blood, and gold coins are running through their veins. Parents travel to Monaco for the honeymoon, only to get a divorce. Poor friends with nothing but money and dope. Call your hot wealthy boyfriend; tell him that you’ve fallen in love with someone too vulgar for your demons to drink a glass of liquor with. Work, bitches work, you shout as if you’ve chew your own gold by yourself. Red dresses and black suits dancing with depression and dying for attention. Oh my baby, with all your money, you couldn’t even buy yourself a soul. And now you pay all the artists in the world to write you a soul. Here you go darling; this poem is your soul.”
— We Call Them The Elite by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
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.
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who: morcant and valerian @xsecretkeepers, mention to alecto @ofcarrowisms where: delirium, alecto's bar in knockturn alley
"This is our new investment, my friend." Morcant raises his hands, as if showcasing the establishment to Valerian. "Resorting to places like those cheap pubs in Diagon Alley and Hogsmead is preposterous. For starters, we don't know what happens in the kitchen and only thinking about stepping a foot there makes me nauseous. We need a place for us, our kind. Alecto has a great moneymaker in her hands, here. If we invest, we can turn Delirium into the place where every respectable pureblood wixen goes to have fun, or... Discuss private matters. Think of private rooms, a secret speakeasy for exclusive guests." Confidence exhuded from his pores, as Morcant waved his wand and projected in the air an illusion of what the bar could become.
is there anyone in your life you wish you had a better relationship with? if so, how come? what makes this person important to you?
Morcant was pathetic. Sobbing like that, just because his daddy sent him a letter in his birthday, telling he was a disappointment and that he didn't need to come back for the holidays. It was his fourteen year old birthday, he would never forget it. How Elowen hugged him as he sobbed, hidden from everyone else between Hogwart's endless bookshelves. "I hate him so much, El. I hate him, why did he have to do this? I hate him. Why can't he love us? What did we do wrong? Why am I such a disappointment?" Nobody would understand but his sister, the bittersweet feeling. Satisfaction for screaming at his father, resentment for never quite getting over it. Glad about his mother's interference so things didn't escalate, miserable because she didn't move a finger to make things better. "Merlin, I hate him so much. Someday I'm gonna be so much better than him, and he's gonna choke. He won't be able to handle it and anger will consume him. Merlin, I hope he dies. I'm not sorry, I'm not. I know it makes me a bad person, but I don't care." Morcant has always been the best kind of liar. He even lies to himself. @nobelandloved
GOSSIP GIRL (2021) | 1x12 - Gossip Gone, Girl
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
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?
Listen, it wasn't his fault that he got adopted by a crow who was a kleptomaniac. Gamon didn't adopt Bruce, not really, it was more like the other way around. He brought the crow home after he was a tiny, weak orphan in the harsh winter, and the goddamn bird never left. Now, whenever Bruce (Bruce, as in Bruce Wayne) was out for deliveries, he tried to steal shiny things to put in his nest. That said, when he heard the comment about nifflers, he couldn't resist and let out a loud snort.
"They are fantastic at something, for sure. Robbing the hell out of everyone with a shiny object. Might even beat that one." He commented, pointing at his own crow, who was trying to steal a lady's wedding ring. As unsuspecting as a crow could be, at least. Any resemblance with his owner (zero subtlety), was not mere coincidence. "That's both a fortune and a headache waiting to happen."
he was well aware that most people when they heard unsavoury news would find their frustrations at the bottom of a pint, he found himself in front of the window display, wondering if now was a better time than any to get a companion of some sort. "that one isn't too bad, right?" eying the baby niffler, "he's something and useful, i think those are redeeming qualities. you can be cute and good at something"
AMBITIOUS — You take what is yours by right, but your eyes always hunger for more. Does that make you GREEDY, or is it simply that you know what the world owes you? DETERMINED — You persist, no matter the obstacles in your way. But when your ears refuse to hear other's advices, it's nothing more than STUBBORNNESS. INSIGHTFUL — You see the bigger picture, reading the currents of every situation. Yet, when you refuse to take action, some would just call you INDIVIDUALISTIC. RESOURCEFUL — Always CLEVER with what you need at your fingertips. But when that need twists into something more, can it still be called resourcefulness, or is it just plain MANIPULATION? CONFIDENT — It's just another name for a GOD COMPLEX, and you know it, don't you? BALANCED — When your father screams at you and you should have been crumbling down. Is it PATIENCE or is it PRIDE, because they can't see you break? COMMITTED — Because even the ones with the LOOSEST MORALS can also be LOYAL, and you know that only monsters can love other monsters.
MORCANT ELDRITCH NOTT — the chain-breaker
"When robbed of options, go feral. I refuse to abdicate of my duties as the Nott heir, even if father does not care about it anymore. Whatever happens after this, it will be for a reason."
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