#Morgan Kyne

[sincerelywhistler]

Time well spent ⏳

Happy early birthday to our dearest @nortyourself who deserves the world and hot Seer therapists who prefer tea over coffee <3

MMMMMWAHHH

[moronkyne]

Uhm Morgan Kyne

Listen I tired experimenting with new styles and I think I like this one the most. Also LAWWD HAVE MERCY. UGHHHH

Tagging; @vind3miat0r , @moonvalley94 , @zimix-whispers , @yourallgoingtohellgoodbye , @qhoaaaa

[venuslove-28]

he literally woke up like this | kofi

[desmorotu]

Rapid Redacted Headcannons

autistic david

asher vapes (fave flavor is watermelon)

darlin prefers cigs ^ 🙅

asexual gav (IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS)

asexual freelancer (^^^)

AUTISTIC BAAABE (they never get any love and I FUCKING LOVE THEM)

asher and babe have a matching collection of the jack skellington onesies from walmart

treasure has a resemblance to someone that porter knew before their lifetime and that’s why he was drawn to them so quickly

angel is jealous of the relationship that david had with his father because they grew up in an emotionally abusive household (projecting)

arospec damien <3 (projecting)

lasko has a tongue piercing

milo has deepset eyes and naturally dark circles. bro looks like he never sleeps.

morgan’s favorite article of clothing is a brown sweater

blake is a natural blonde but dyes his hair to be darker. his roots have been growing in bc of all the shit going on so he looks crazy rn

avior has grey streaks in his hair

asher has gauges (0g)

vincent has a little heart tattoo on his hip bone !!!

anton has an uneven smile and a small scar across his bottom lip because he has unnaturally sharp canines and accidentally bit through it when he tripped once as a kid

honey has chunky highlights

@luckyit13 🧚‍♂️🧚‍♀️🧚

[s0lairee]

so baby talk to me, like lovers do

(23/31) morgan grew on me SO impossibly fast. in less than 35 minutes i was obsessed. it's insane. i miss him so much,,, something abt his old video (which was eight months ago btw) was so charming.

[porters-fangs]

there’s something very ominous about the clock that’s always in the background of morgan’s audios

either it’s an aesthetic choice or it’s a very deliberate motif that is symbolic of something horrifying that could ruin our lives one day

something something the inevitable march of time and the futility of trying to stop or alter the future

[slushrottweiler]

Sleepy Morgan always has time for you. After all, Time is like a song.

Coz I loved how eepy our sweet seer man was in his last audio.

[nortyourself]

“It takes two to tango - you asked, and I said let’s dance. So here we are.”

[polydamnory]

Morgan seems like the type of person to just grab his partner by the shoulders/sides of the head and rapid fire kiss them all over their face okay bye

[joshusten]

so, baby, talk to me // like lovers do

walk with me // like lovers do

here comes the rain again - eurythmics

MORGAN IS BACKKKK!!! BRO GOT THE THIRD VIDEO!!!!!! enjoy a sliiight redesign from my old one (kinda based him off simon petrikov bc why not) and a doodle page!! (hence the sloppy coloring sorry LMAO)

SMALL RAMBLE and SEPERATE PAGES below the cut!!

ohmygod the recent audio is honestly all ive been hoping for a morgan video!! seeing him past the professionalism/being the "mentor" and into a more casual side of him :')) we also got to know some facts about him too!! AAAAA his lil laughs and hearing him a lil flustered SO CUTE!!!!! im sobbing ive literally relistened to it so many times (and i loooove that part about them just!! being people!! getting to know each other!!)

[dominimoonbeam]

Obscura Mine

My mugging fics continue!!!

Morgan can't see his own future, so he doesn't foresee a few humans deciding to mug him in the park or the vampire that rescues him.

Morgan/Porter

tags: mugging, exes, light angst, mild concussion, rare pair

OBSCURA MINE

Morgan was at times convinced he was the worst seer in Dahlia.

Glimpses of the future, like puzzle pieces laid out for him to sort, and yet there he was walking through the park at night with no idea that a trio of humans were narrowing in on him. He had his headphones in and honestly didn’t realize anyone was there until a hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him. Knuckles cracked against his cheek, rocking his vision, knocking out an earbud, and sending him to his knees.

With the earbud out, he heard the peels of reedy laughter.

Morgan licked blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up. His keys fell out of his pocket in the process, his vision blurry at the edges for a second too long.

He blinked at the human suddenly right in front of him, pulling at the front of his jacket and yelling something in his face. His phone? Something about his pockets… Oh shit. Was he getting mugged?

“Oh. Oh, this is embarrassing,” he thought aloud. At least no one would—

A rich laugh filled the park.

Morgan tensed, the three humans looking around frantically for the source. Morgan didn’t look. “Fuck…” He knew that laugh, even the smug, cold version of it now reaching out of the darkness.

���Go away,” he snapped, surprising his muggers.

The nearest one pulled a gun and waved it in Morgan’s face. “You shut up!”

The laughter stopped.

Morgan stared at the barrel and then at the man holding the weapon. The other two shifted about on the sidewalk behind him, one edging back while the other pressed in closer.

Morgan held the human’s gaze but spoke to the darkness he knew all too well. “Don’t kill them.”

The human’s face pinched and he pushed forward, about to jab the barrel right against Morgan’s head. The metal never connected but the gun went off, making him flinch and his ears ring.

Porter was right there, practically between them with one hand wrapped around the human’s and the gun pushed high.

Morgan hissed out his breath. “Or break covert, obviously!”

The humans shouted and he was close enough to see the shock and fear on the nearest one, his hand still caught in that inhuman grip. He swore and struggled, trying to shove Porter off of him.

“Jesus. Let him go!” Morgan said, stepping in to push a hand at Porter’s chest. The last thing he needed was dead humans to explain to—

“That doesn’t sound like a thank you, seer,” Porter drawled.

The humans finally got their nerve and pushed in, rushing to attack Porter and retrieve their friend.

Porter laughed even when they hit him. It was all a blur off movement in the dark, a rush of bodies and fists and knives. Morgan’s heart pounded in his throat, tense in expectation of being hit, but it never happened. Porter was faster, though he could tell he was trying not to be too fast. Disarming and shoving their attackers back. The gun had been lost in the dark, the human still looking confused by its disappearance from his hand.

Finally, the humans turned and ran.

Morgan watched them go, slowly realizing that he was alone in the park with his ex. Great.

He turned and looked around at the ground for his earbud and keys, resisting the urge to rub at the side of his face.

As soon as Morgan spotted his earbud on the dark pavement, Porter was there, picking it up. “I thought you would have come visit after I came back to town…” he said, hold it out to him.

Morgan hesitated to take it. How many years had it been since he touched him? Four? He took the earbud and shoved it into his pocket. “Why?”

“Didn’t you see me coming?” Porter asked, moving away with vampire speed and then returning with his keys.

Morgan took the keys too. “I did.” And he had. There had been a time when he didn’t see Porter’s future…when theirs had been too close to see the vampire beyond the blank space that was his own. That wasn’t the case anymore, and realizing that when he foresaw his return to the Solaire king had been another knife to his heart.

Porter nodded slowly, like that was answer to something unspoken. Maybe it was. The vampire took a step back and Morgan clenched his jaw so as not to ask him to wait—not to say anything to stop him from going. They should never have run into each other. He’d rather have been mugged.

He took two steps and stopped, shoe scuffing the pavement and vision swaying. No. No fucking way. No. He squeezed his keys in his hand. His head pulsed and his eyes hurt. No.

“Morgan…” Porter’s smooth voice trailed him, but it wasn’t quite as smooth as usual. Was it worry?

Morgan shook his head and closed his eyes. He would not allow himself to imagine Porter was worried. Porter was just in the park looking for a meal when he overheard—

-

Porter moved closer. Morgan’s heart was pounding and he wasn’t walking. He swayed and Porter’s teeth clicked, his hand hovering close to the seer’s back, hesitating to touch. He hadn’t touched him since they broke up—since the fight that ended in them breaking up.

“Morgan,” he said again. He was going to faint. Was he concussed or was it just the adrenaline? Fuck.

Morgan stumbled back, into him, and Porter was relieved not to have to close that distance first. He held him upright, turning him in his arms to get a look at him just as his eyes rolled back and his body went limp. Porter lifted him, trying not to think of all the other times, or to allow himself to take any enjoyment from this. Morgan was injured and he was getting to play hero? Getting to have that contact he’d craved for four years? He was a fucking monster.

He put the seer down on a bench, kneeling in front of him and holding the sides of his neck to keep him upright as he blinked awake.

“You’re okay,” Porter said, because he’d make sure it was true if it wasn’t right now.

Morgan groaned, touching Porter’s wrist and blinking away that confusion. “What…”

“You might have a concussion.” He should have gotten there sooner. He shouldn’t have let that fucking human punch him. “Do you want to go to the human hospital or a healer?”

Morgan snorted but then scrunched up his face like that had been a bad choice. He pushed Porter’s hands away and leaned forward, head practically between his knees. “I’m fine.”

Porter raised an eyebrow. “Humans who are fine don’t faint.”

“I got punched in the head,” Morgan countered.

“Exactly. I only know one healer…” Sam might hate him but he wouldn’t be able to deny an injured human. Healers could never resist a patient.

“No.” Morgan waved him off. “I don’t need a healer. I just need to go home.”

Porter resisted the urge to click his teeth in irritation at the stubborn human, instead he nodded. “Okay. Do you still live at the same place? It’s not far.”

Morgan huffed and looked up at him. One eye definitely had a splotch of red where it should be white. He was going to track down that human with the gun later… But not until he made sure his seer was okay.

“You have something in the works, Porter?” Morgan ground out the words.

“What?” As soon as he asked, he understood, and it felt like a knife to his chest.

“Need to hide your future again?” Morgan pushed himself up, staring back at him. “You know, I still haven’t figured out which one of us is the asshole… you for tricking me into fucking you for two years or me for…” His anger ran out, withering into something like pain and disgust. That was how it was with Morgan. He was too self-reflecting to be wrathful. “..for being with someone who just needed an alibi.”

Porter stared. It wasn’t often he was surprised…but it had often been this seer surprising him.

The first part was true. Porter had put himself in Morgan’s path six years ago because he knew he was the seer obscura. Because he knew no one, including Morgan, could see Morgan’s future. He got close to put himself in that blind spot. “I used you,” he admitted, nodding. He’d confessed it before leaving four years ago. A lie had never eaten him up the way that one had. “But I never had to pretend to be interested in you or force myself into your bed…”

Morgan rolled his eyes and looked away.

Porter thought he would have walked away if he thought his legs were steady enough. When had he twisted their past into this new story? Of all the things… “How long have you been thinking that?”

The seer’s silence was the answer. Since they broke up? Since the moment Porter told him he’d been with him for the blind spot?

Porter touched the back of Morgan’s arm, as much to steady the seer as it was to steady himself. “I wronged you,” he said. “Never the other way.”

Morgan shook his head, gaze piercing the darkness of the park around them. “We don’t need to talk about this.”

“Clearly we do. You can hate me. You should hate me. But you did nothing wrong. I enjoyed every moment I had with you. I…” What was he doing? He hadn’t said any of these things when he’d confessed the truth that set off their breakup. Why now? Because he didn’t have any more dirty missions? Because he was back? No… Because Morgan had somehow twisted this up to think that Porter had never really been with him—that their relationship had all been a lie. “Those were the best two years of my life. I never had to pretend at anything with you. The only lie was hot it started.”

Morgan winced, eyes pressing shut. “And how can I believe any of that?”

Porter had told so many lies in his life. He had tricked and conned and seduced. He had done everything and anything he had to to survive, to get to a place where he was safe. He had ruined and ended lives, but this was the deceit that haunted him. He’d hurt Morgan, shaken and broken something deep, and he’d stolen his own happiness.

“I needed you to hate me, so that I could leave when I had to leave… I thought it would be better for you. I thought you’d move on.”

“I did.”

“But I didn’t.”

Morgan looked at him, jaw tight and glassy eyes hard. “You’re a liar.”

Porter nodded. “I am. But I only lied to you once. I tricked you that first night. I seduced you.”

Morgan jerked his arm from Porter’s hand. “I remember.”

He should just let him go. “The rest wasn’t a lie.”

Morgan groaned, pulling at his hair before turning to glare at the vampire. “You hear yourself, right? I can’t believe you. I can’t know. And you can’t be asking me to trust you.”

Porter winced. No. He couldn’t do that. “Can I just walk you to a healer?”

Morgan bared teeth in annoyance and Porter tried not to think about how much he liked that gesture. Even if this was awful, it was the first time he’d been this close to him in so long. “I don’t need a healer. I just need to get home and sleep,” he said, starting to walk the path again.

Porter moved easily at his side. “I don’t think you’re supposed to go to sleep if you have a concussion…”

“Shouldn’t you be looking for a meal before sunup?”

Porter flashed a grin. “I assure you, I’m well fed.”

Morgan huffed, but Porter noticed that his pace was off. He seemed to have bursts of speed and then slow down again. Anyone else would have probably sat the fuck down and waited for help, but not his seer. Morgan was going to walk himself home or drop along the way, and there was nothing Porter could do but linger and catch him if he did fall. It made him feel like a ghost, haunting this person. “Why are you really here?” Morgan asked, voice strained.

“I wanted to see you,” he admitted.

Morgan sighed. They were getting closer to the edge of the park and the sounds of traffic.

“You still live on the fifth floor?”

Morgan glanced at him, squinting against what Porter guessed was a headache. He really was concussed. “Why?”

“You’re never going to make it. You might as well let me grab us a cab and take you—”

“No.”

Porter nodded and kept pace at his side and a step back, watching him. “When you pass out again, I’m taking you to a healer.”

“Fuck you.”

Porter grinned.

“Shut up.”

Porter pressed his lips and nodded obediently.

Morgan made it to his building but only up half a flight of stairs before his legs gave out on him. Porter didn’t waste any time getting them back outside and into a cab. DAMN had a healer center open twenty-four hours and not far from there. The driver was pretty confused why they were going to a campus in the middle of the night, especially with Morgan in and out of consciousness, but he stopped looking worried when Porter pushed cash into his hand.

“I’m fine,” the seer grumbled when Porter took him out of the car and carried him across the grass straight toward the little lit building.

“A picture of health,” Porter agreed.

Morgan sighed, dropping his forehead against Porter’s neck. “I can’t trust you,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else.

Porter squeezed him a little. It wasn’t a hug…but it was damn close. Probably as close as he’d ever get again. “I know.”

[0605018redactedasmr]

Ngl kind of obsessed with the though of Morgan being obsessed with his listener

Like my man is pathetic

'Would you kill for me one day ?'

'Yes, of course I will my darling'

Type a thing

[moronkyne]

Redacted character and what I think their favorite music artist(s) are.

or artists I relate to them

Asher Talbot -> Fall Out Boy, Twenty-One Pilots, Panic at The Disco

Morgan Kyne -> Micheal Jackson, Djo, The Beachboys, The Temptations, Billy Ocean, JVKE, The Smiths, The Jackson 5, The Walters

Blake -> Tyler The Creator, Nirvana, Pixies, Peace Cult, The Front Bottoms, McCafferty, Hotel Books

Lasko Moore -> Ricky Montgomery, Glass Animals, Arctic Monkeys, Rex Orange County, AJR, The Neighborhood, Fish in a Birdcage

Freelancer -> Sleeping at Last, Alec Benjamin, Lizzy McAlpine, The Happy Fits, Jukebox The Ghost,

Huxley -> Remi Wolf, Phillip Phillips, Imagine Dragons (deez n—)

Gavin -> Chase Atlantic, Gorillaz, Ayesha Erotica, Odetari, Childish Gambino, Doja Cat, D4M $loan

Damien -> Hozier, Noah Kahan, Mitski, Lin Manuel Miranda, Laufey

[milogreer]

can morgan and obscura’s first kiss be in the rain like in a romance movie. please 🙏🏻

[ashertickler]

morgan kyne

[definitelynuwonhere]

Middle Name Headcanons:

I know it’s late but I’m very bored and need a break from this angst fic (I’m stuck)

I had very fun researching names, it’s an odd reliever, I didn’t do everyone just cuz, no <3

•David Michael Shaw

-Get it? Cuz Michael? I thought it was funny ok.

•Milo Anthony Greer

-I saw someone use it in a fic I read and I really liked it, i forgot the name tho sorryy

•Asher Kieran Talbot

-Leaned into Talbot being of Irish origin

•Samuel Henry Collins

-Gramps/hj

•Vincent Carter Jones (Solaire)

-Just throwing things around ok

•Huxley Reed/Reid

-I liked it

•Lasko Arthur Jacob Moore

-I had too much fun with it- BUT OK SO HEAR ME OUT, Lasko being part of a very wealthy family one with mansions and shit. Fanfic worthy shit right there

•Damien Albert (As in Einstein lol) Rhone

-Sofia seems like someone who’d pull that shit

•Anton Filip

-Slavic boi

•Morgan Emry Kyne

-I just like how it sounded.