#muse: morgan

[deejayisms]

📲 EVA & MORGAN

MORGAN: [UNSENT] I can't drink whiskey anymore, because the color reminds me of your eyes too much - and the problem is, it's all I wanna do. MORGAN: [UNSENT] Being away from you hurts. MORGAN: You know, I've tried staying away and not texting you, but the fact of the matter is, I have feelings for you, and I can't help but wonder every single second of every single day how you're doing. MORGAN: So, how are you? @trinityhq

[ariaofsinfulpics]

[gainprincess]

Nora is leaving a plate of pancakes at Baobhan Sith's door for the morning. Yes the stack reaches the top of the Archer's doorframe and yes the pancakes themselves are larger than the plate by several inches-

"What the shit?!"

The tubby Archer is very confused. Mostly because she didn't order pancakes today, and these weren't made by her normal himbo Percival. She can tell because they're double the size of the plate, and hanging off it like her ass hangs off a set of triple chairs. She curiously shoves one in her mouth though...and hums.

"Not as good as Percy's...but not bad, either. Hmmm..."

She looks around once. Twice. Three times.

"Don't mind if I do.~"

YOINK, go the pancakes into her room, as the bottom-heavy Tam Lin slams her door shut, licking her lips. No one saw her, so devouring these without a care in the world is fine, right?

-

"She calls him Percy. This may be a problem. I should speak to Artoria on this matter."

[sweptawxy]

🎶 Morgan!!

Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God) by Kate Bush

This 100% fits her I think. I'm a huge fan of Stranger Things so apologies but I associate the scene when Max is running from Vecna with Morgan running away from Grima towards her friends with this song playing.

This is the scene if you haven't seen it.

[anime-bxuty]

This may not need to be said, but because of the ideas I like to rp with Morgan. That my Morgan is the daughter of F!Robin and Lucina. Yes I realize that doesn't work, as is the opposite of the games. I like to do a thread with F!Robin, Lucina, and Morgan as a family. Why I'm goi

[tvinspo]

CULPA MIA (2023)

[marstonsboy]

had another evil thought that spiralled out of control. indulge me for a moment:

over the years, people start arriving on a near empty plot of land west of blackwater. it’s uncertain who got there first: bessie matthews, beatrice and lyle morgan, eliza, isaac morgan, etc.— but more and more people show up until it’s something of a community. jenny kirk, mac and davey callander. then soon after, jake adler, sean macguire, kieran duffy, hosea matthews, lenny summers, molly o’shea, eagle flies, susan grimshaw. more and more in such a short amount of time. arthur morgan is the last, and suddenly the deaths stop.

after a sudden stretch of years with little newcomers, a house starts taking shape. soon enough the house is a home, and peculiar things can be found all over: a dog barking where no one can find it. echoes of campfire songs going late into the night. photos of john and abigail’s wedding, attended by what remained of their family. a taxidermy squirrel that appears back on the mantle no matter how many times you throw it out, wearing a very familiar hat. in just a few years a heartbreakingly young girl comes home, bearing a strong resemblance to one abigail marston.

then, gunshots. john marston and uncle are the next to arrive.

in the next few years, the house is eerily quiet. the residents see it falling into disrepair, but they can’t do anything about it. the dog stops barking, the campfire has gone cold and won’t relight. abigail marston is next, and though they’re happy to see her, the arrival brings up a question. what happens to jack now?

the livestock are gone, and the house is dusty, all but stripped of the knickknacks and personality that built up over the years, like someone found it all too painful to look at. john’s hat and guns, once tucked away inside a box beneath the bed, vanish the night after abigail arrives. newspapers come to the door, announcing the death of former government agent edgar ross.

soon after, a wanted poster, bearing the name “john marston jr.” and a sketch resembling the boy’s namesake so much that it has john himself stumbling back. jack was only a boy when he left, and now he’s wanted dead or alive, with a price over his head that could rival some of his uncles and aunts back in the day.

every year that passes without any sign of jack is a relief. the house doesn’t change much, still abandoned, but letters come in. mary-beth gaskill, tilly jackson, simon pearson, sadie adler, charles smith— old friends and family, checking in on him. none of them reach the recipient, as he is not home, but they’re filled to the brim with love, letting him know that he isn’t alone. that he always has a home with them, if he wants it.

one day, john spots a book he doesn’t recognize on the shelf by the piano, and he stops. “Red Dead” by a J. Marston. it doesn’t take much to figure out who that could be. he opens it, flips through, and reads it to abigail. the kinder parts get read to their daughter, ecstatic to learn about how her older brother is doing. their son did become a writer after all, even if everything he’s written speaks volumes of his grief, his anger. the loneliness he’s endured since losing his family, and killing edgar ross.

arthur morgan opens his old journal to find several entries and sketches from john, but also many new ones from jack. his handwriting is just as clumsy as his father’s, but his drawings are more refined. little portraits of the gang members that lived and scribbly sketches of what the world is becoming in their absence decorate the pages. war, cars outnumbering horses, and a very detailed drawing of a revolver none of them have ever seen before.

he’s all grown up, and good lord is he angry. he’s mourning, and hurt, and he’s lost so much, but he’s still undoubtedly jack marston. he draws dogs and writes about missing rufus, slipping strays some food from his bag whenever he sees them. sometimes he’ll write a dry, sarcastic joke that speaks of his father’s influence, or mention missing his momma’s cooking, “even though it was hardly edible,” which makes abigail roll her eyes. he hates fishing and prefers to lose hours of the day with his nose in a book. the best maintained part of beecher’s hope is the graves on that hill, which gain new flowers every week. sometimes, if they listen close, they can hear him talking, telling his ma and pa what he’s been up to, though he saves the grisly details for his book.

and when jack marston finally does walk through that door, much older than when anyone he knew last saw him but far too young to die, he is welcomed home with open arms. because no matter what he’s done, and no matter how much he may hate himself, he will always have a home here with people who love him, and who can’t wait to get to know him all over again.

[deejayisms]

📲 PUCK & MORGAN

MORGAN: [UNSENT] I miss you. MORGAN: [UNSENT] I wish you were here. MORGAN: Hey, I just wanted to let you know again that I'm really thankful for everything you did for me that day. @janatm

[deejayisms]

MORGAN: You said she seems less angry now? How? MORGAN: You did it, to keep your followers interested? Or, to announce that you're together? MORGAN: You really think Eva would help me, after everything? I think I have more luck making a rodeo comeback.

BREE: concerningly, no, I really didn't notice anything. I mean i knew she wasn't doing well but i didn't think that meant functioning alcoholism BREE: it was difficult for me to get him to do this one but Eva wants us to do some couple things for my socials sooo i guess i'm going to have to figure out how to convince him BREE: omg yes!! a million times yes, i would be so honored to give your ranch the internet love it deserves, but i do have to mention this is literally Eva's who thing, you should ask her for help too, for the sake of your business obviously

[ariaofsinfulpics]

[gainprincess]

"Then who's trying to look at my dick...?"

"Hehehehehe..."

[sweptawxy]

“I might have made a mistake teaching Morgan the Hamster Dance song...” 

“Didi didldildidldidl houdihoudi dey dou yeehaw!” 

[imitheous]

Morgan tapped her chin a few times, pretending to turn the idea over in her head. "A concept, truly. But you know, I'm having this really weird deja vu moment, almost like..." She snapped her finger. "Oh, right! We have had this conversation before! And I agreed, but then you and your twin went against my plan to go pick mushrooms." There was a thud as her boots hit the floor. "So I'm gonna need you to add something to the pot here."

"No ingot breaking, noted." Joel mimed zipping up his mouth but the silence lasted only as long as it took Morgan to turn down the music and face him, at which point he gave her another bright smile. "Would you like to form an alliance....with me?" He swept his hand through the air dramatically. "Well, with the Morpheus cabin, technically. But it's just me and Jadey and we need all the help we can get and having you and your cabin as allies would be killer and—" Joel stopped mid-thought, realizing he needed to give Morgan a chance to respond if he wanted to know her answer. And he did. Obviously. Please say yes.

[mad3lyncline]

𝑳𝑰𝑽 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑵 . Raw , 2 / 3 / 25 .

[magical-musings-of-morgan]

my most autistic trait is probably that, as someone raised by christian nationalists, I cannot STAND the cheap flimsy potshots antitheists fire at christianity. you guys are Doing It Wrong. you dont even know about the council of nicaea OR christianity's long history of antisemitism. get off the stage you're embarrassing yourself.

[relicsongmel]

Wait. WAIT.

Dahlia’s alias being “Melissa Foster” also lowkey foreshadows that she’s a Fey because it gives her the SAME INITIALS MOST OF THE FEYS HAVE!!!! INCLUDING HER OWN MOM

IM GONNA EAT A CEILING FAN HOW DOES THIS GAME CONTINUE TO BLOW MY FUCKING MIND