#thank you again Morgan !!!

[lelelego]

true canon ending to rdr2

commission for @neonxdecay / @por-queeee!!

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look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes—

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[chonidale]

cheryl and toni's instagram stories

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Me, hanging around camp to find interactions and conversations that I've never heard before:

Everyone at camp: go away

[nicosraf]

I did a lil interview with Morgan Dante ( @ghostpoetics ) !

Check it out if you wanna hear me ramble... and make sure to check out Morgan's books! :) <3

[3584-tropical-fish]

fish can we have a rokc extract pleaseeeeeee i would like to know more

blushing and giggling and kicking my feet IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!! :D :D :D

Since the disaster report portion is the portion that I write, I will give you one of those! And so you can get kind of an idea of what Nick is like, this is the one where Nick is the person caught out in the disaster. Partway through this, there's a note in the stage directions that Mallory has figured that fact out :)

MALLORY: The day dawns bright and clear, and it feels as though every day has been just as bright and clear, and that never once have you known rain or snow or hail.  It’s a weight off your shoulders, to see the open sky above you and to feel for once as though there is nothing hanging over your head, to feel an openness and an emptiness in the vastness of the sky that can only come with a perfectly clear day such as this. A weight off your shoulders, and a breath of fresh air.  Perhaps you’ll go for a drive today.  Yes, that will clear your head, and you’ll need a clear head if you want to make it through this evening. (this is about when she realizes who this is about) There’s plenty of open roads to the west of town, with no buildings for miles to hem you in. It’ll be nice, you think. (slight pause for timing) And it is nice! For a time, it is only you and the open sky and the fields around you, which, though long dead by this point, have a certain charm to them. Distantly, over the horizon, are broad brushstrokes of pristine white clouds, shifting subtly as the wind blows them across the sky. They’re beautiful, so far above you, and yet you almost feel that if you just stretched enough, you could brush your fingertips against them.  When the wind picks up, taking the clouds with it, you take heed. Changing winds are never good, and out here, where the soil is loose and there is nothing to impede the winds in their course, there is no telling what terrors they will bring in.  The horizon is growing hazy. There are certain concessions to be made in the event of a disaster, when it comes to rules of the road and the laws that you should be abiding, and who would pull you over when the wall of dust torn up from the fallow fields is approaching so rapidly? Who would be so foolish when their life, too, is on the line? So you press down on the gas and you drive as fast as is safe on these roads, and you try to leave the haze over the horizon – which now can’t be more than a minute away – behind you.  When the cloud of dust finally reaches you, blotting out the sun and bathing everything in an awful, yellowish haze, and you know it would be reckless to keep going, you carefully pull over to the side of the road, turn off your lights, and wait. Driving is dangerous, this much you know, and going out into it even more so. (as an instruction) In time it will pass, if you just wait it out. Wait it out, with your lights off and your emergency brake on. (a pause, and then, quietly and tensely) The wind howls around you, shaking your car as it passes by and sending dirt or sand or whatever else is caught up in it all careening into the glass of your windows. The air feels like rattling breaths, and the sky like the bleariness of your eyes upon awaking in the midst of a sickness, and you wonder when it was that the world became so, horribly ill.

also bonus bit of dialogue (a conversation that occurs shortly after ^^this) under the cut

NICK: Hey, sorry I’m late, there was. Well, a disaster, probably. MALLORY: (a little concerned/stressed) Yeah, I’ve gathered! Did you know that if your cohost gets stuck out in one of the horrible disasters that plague your town, you will know about it? In detail? NICK: (not noticing the pun) :O I Always Wanted To Be A Star MALLORY: (:|) Ideally not in whatever show the disaster report is, thank you very much. NICK: Oh, I knew you cared. MALLORY: Considering that there is a 32% chance of the subject of the disaster report dying, and I didn’t know where you were, and I called your roommate and he just said that you’d “left”… yeah, I do care. NICK: (is this? reaching out? caring?) Was it. Bad? I mean, I didn’t love it, but like. Overall? MALLORY: Is it ever good? (checking herself) Admittedly, it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever read. The important thing is that you didn’t die.

any mallory lines were written by me and any nick lines were written by my friend and cohost!! ^^

[imaginmatrix]

The fact that I finished aoyaom in July of last year, hit 450 (public) bookmarks on it in September, and then just now hit 800 (public) bookmarks is blowing my mind. Like. Wow thank you! What’s going on! (And almost at 1500 total bookmarks to boot???)

[shrinkthisviolet]

3 for rf!Morgan (srry I’m obsessed with her)

Maybe rf!Morgan + Jesse or whoever else you think would fit best?

(Lovin the AU flashpoint timeline changes where everyone else forgets Morgan

Ngl I thought I was gonna have to pass on this one, but then I started writing, and I’m proud of the result tbh! Timeline-wise, this hops around during s2, and should be relatively easy to follow (but feel free to ask about anything confusing!). There are some minor canon divergences, but see the bottom of the fic for details about that

By the nature of things, these two aren’t close friends (because Morgan & Jesse aren’t really close friends in any version of the AU before they meet irl), but they do trust each other. Or at least…one of them does 👀:

You never did tell me who you are.

Morgan tensed at Jesse’s words. What do you mean? I’ve been totally honest with you.

I’m not so sure you have. Jesse frowned. I mean…for one thing, you say your name is Morgan, but you won’t tell me your last name. You sound just like me, so it has to be Wells, but—

My last name isn’t important.

…yeah, you react like that whenever I ask you. Proving my point exactly.

Morgan scoffed. Anyone ever tell you to butt out, Chambers?

Wells, she wanted to say, but she knew it would give her away.

I don’t tend to listen. Jesse almost sounded like she was teasing. Look, I’m just curious, okay?

Well, don’t be. One day, you’ll meet me…and you’ll understand my secrecy.

I guess so. But why can’t you tell me now? We’re friends, aren’t we? Whatever it is…it won’t change how I feel about you.

Morgan gritted her teeth, red lightning flickering in her eyes. I just can’t.

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Why are the others afraid of you?

Morgan groaned. What are you talking about?

Team Flash, Jesse snapped, uncharacteristically irritated. Why are they afraid of you?

Morgan almost laughed. Are they really? That’s rich.

They’re heroes!

The offense in Jesse’s voice was adorably naïve. Are you sure about that? You hardly know them.

They saved me. They’re going to defeat Zoom.

No, they’re not.

Yes, they are! Jesse’s fervor went quiet, injected with uncertainty…and fear. They have to.

…ah. Jesse Wells had a weak spot, it seemed. Maybe you’re right. Maybe they’ll do for you what they couldn’t for me.

…what’s that supposed to—?

Goodnight, Jesse.

Morgan was always a clever girl, D—Thawne had always said so.

So it was no surprise that she’d figured out how to close the telepathy link.

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Who the hell is the Reverse Flash?!

Morgan tensed. Don’t worry about it.

They’re saying it’s you. Morgan could almost hear Jesse’s tears. Morgan? What’s going—

No. This wasn’t a conversation to be had remotely.

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“Oh my God.”

Morgan froze. That voice…it was—

“It is you,” Jesse Chambers Wells breathed, her voice trembling. “You’re…you’re the—”

“—Reverse Flash.” Morgan smirked, turning to face her—poor Jesse looked terrified, but Morgan couldn’t muster much sympathy. She’d told Jesse to butt out, to not put so much stock in what Team Flash had said…Jesse just hadn’t listened. “That’s what they’re calling me, right?”

“It’s what you are.” Jesse clenched her fists, her eyes narrowed. “You’re…you’re a monster. You’re the monster who killed Barry’s mom, who framed his dad, who—”

“I’m his successor,” Morgan corrected, rolling her eyes, “and even that’s not exactly true. But Team Flash was never one for accuracy, or fact-checking. Do you know they never actually asked me what happened that—?”

“You killed your own father!” Jesse scowled. “Why the hell should I trust anything you say?”

Morgan shrugged. “You’re the one who said nothing would change how you felt about me. Why should I trust anything you say?”

“How dare you! How…” from this far away, Morgan couldn’t see the tears in Jesse’s eyes, but she could hear them—Jesse was too expressive. That would get her into trouble one day. “You’re on Zoom’s side too, I bet.”

“Don’t insult me,” Morgan snarled. “Who do you think has been keeping him at bay all this time—him and his lackeys? Who do you think rescued Caitlin?”

Jesse froze.

“She left that out, I bet,” Morgan sneered. “Poor, sweet Caitlin. She’s so afraid to use the power she has that she kept herself a hapless prisoner. If I hadn’t broken her stupid necklace, distracted Zoom…she’d still be trapped, possibly dead. You’re welcome.”

“That necklace was the only thing keeping her from turning into—!”

“No, it wasn’t.” Morgan rolled her eyes. “It’s not like she has some alternate personality inside her. They’re just ice powers. Caitlin’s paranoia is unfounded and childish…and the sooner she embraces her power, the better off she’ll be.”

“Speaking from experience?” Jesse sneered.

Red lightning flickered in Morgan’s eyes. “Careful, Jesse. Don’t you know never to test a speedster?”

Gold lightning flickered in Jesse’s eyes, surprising Morgan. “I think I’ll manage just fine, thanks.”

Morgan shrugged. “Why not? One less ally for Team Flash is no great loss for me.”

Jesse rushed at her, all flashy punches and fury…and Morgan—faster, smarter, more experienced, deadlier—knocked her on her back in five seconds flat.

It was easier than fighting most novices. Jesse trembled like a dead leaf whenever she so much as aimed a punch.

Morgan yawned theatrically. “How dull. You didn’t even have the sense to wait until you had actual training. Your form is sloppy, you’re reckless…and so terrified too—who let you out of your nest, little bird?”

Jesse glared her down, still trembling. Perhaps she’d been doing that the whole time, but it was much more obvious after the fight. “I’ll beat you,” she snapped anyway, and Morgan could admit, she admired the little bird’s courage. “No matter how long it takes, I’ll beat you.”

“To impress Barry?” Morgan guessed, smirking when Jesse flinched. “Let me guess, he’s not terribly fond of you now that you’ve gotten speed.”

“That’s not his fault.”

“Isn’t it?” Morgan tilted her head. “You’re not me. Why should he judge you because of things I did?”

Jesse gritted her teeth. “So you admit you’re a monster?”

“I never denied that. I said I wasn’t Eobard Thawne, which is true. And that you shouldn’t be so quick to trust Team Flash…which is also true.”

Jesse shook her head. “They’re right about you.”

Morgan sighed. “How disappointing. And here I hoped you were smart enough to see through them.”

“I’m smart enough to see through you.”

Now Morgan did laugh, though it was hollow and brittle. “If you say so, little bird.”

“I’ll come back,” Jesse snapped, “and I’ll take you down.”

“I’m sure you will,” Morgan replied, dispassionate.

As Jesse scoffed, shook her head, and made a quick escape, Morgan sighed, unable to hide how truly disappointed she was. When Jesse had spoken kindly to her at first, for just a short while, she’d thought—

Well, never mind what she’d thought. She was wrong.

Jesse had chosen her side…and that made them enemies.

(No matter how much that broke Morgan’s heart.)

Brief rundown of the changes/misc notes:

Caitlin's KF powers, per this prompt fill, first manifested post-s1 in this AU. She grew afraid of them and suppressed them during s2, until Morgan intentionally broke her suppression necklace while rescuing her from Zoom. She doesn't have a split personality, just ice powers

Due to prior experience with Morgan, and believing she committed patricide unprompted, the Team (mainly Barry) is wary of Morgan, and initally wary of Jesse. Barry is the most so–he doesn't hate Jesse per se, but he's distant towards her, unable to distinguish between her and Morgan initially. Jesse getting speed right when Barry's warming up to her doesn't help matters

Morgan has not formally taken the Reverse Flash mantle yet. And this prompt fill shows that she isn't even the one to take it—it's thrust upon her by Team Flash. Makes for an angsty parallel between her and Thawne—tho ofc Morgan hasn't done anything that terrible yet and is in fact challenging Zoom on at least a few occasions (and continuing to fight metas). So unlike Thawne, she's trying to make better choices. Unfortunately, as the red lightning proves...she's driven by anger more than she's willing to admit. She won't even fully admit to how heartbroken she is to lose a potential friend in Jesse

I tried to hint at Jesse's Zoom-related trauma here—she went after RF!Morgan in a fit of recklessness, but her speedster-related trauma kicks in halfway through...and of course, when they fight, Morgan takes notice. But Jesse's never one to leave a job half-finished...even when she should

Morgan ofc is going by "Morgan Thawne" at this point in time, though it doesn't come up in this fic. It's not necessarily a surname she's proud to take��taking it on is driven more by shame (and a lingering feeling of belonging to Thawne even when he's dead). Not that she'll admit that just yet

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[chimchiri]

Commission for @starchild0985 !

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CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE III - Main OCs (template by the amazing @unholymilf) (icons 1, 2)

Alicia, Levi, Morgan, and Sylvie belong to @shellibisshe ❤️

[lise-soontobemarried]

Guys, everyone, I apologize my absence. I've barely been living lately, and times have been tough. Still hope you all are good, and I'll do my best to get back on the red dead Fandom ❤️ appreciate all of you so much ❤️❤️❤️

[cryingpariah]

WEJ memes! Ft Vivi and Wapol because of course I couldn’t leave them out!

(Made these using Mematic)

[arthursfuckinghat]

I think a lot of people forget why a character like Micah exists - aside from aiding the plot.

Micah is a guide (of sorts) for you to see what a "bad man" really is, to help you understand why Arthur does what he does and to show you that there's actual thought and morals behind his actions.

Micah, on the other hand, kills because he wants to and for stupid reasons. He is a malicious, mocking, hurtful, and sadistic man who cares very little for anybody but himself. He's a misogynist, racist, and frankly irredeemably evil.

As much as Micah was able to manipulate Dutch, Arthur could see right through him. Ultimately causing a rift between Dutch and Arthur, which is exactly what Micah wanted.

Micah was made for you to see the differences between "good" and "bad" people.

Characters like Sean, Lenny, Charles, all "good" people who have done "bad" just like the rest of the gang, including Arthur. I think the reason that people are quick to say that Arthur was "a bad person until he got tb" is because we see his experiences first hand (plus player choices) and not much of the other "good" gang members' "bad" actions. That and his motives and his background is sometimes misunderstood by players.

Arthur is a "good man", "a saint", "an angel", "a blessing" to some and a "bad", "evil", "cruel" man to others.

Playing as Arthur means getting to understand his internal conflicts and his desire to be a better person, something Micah had no intentions of being.

[a-eo-iu]

goth girlfriend and grunge girlfriend

[felikatze]

yes yes cecilia says roy has no magical talent but do you think eliwood ever saw roy pick up dark magic and was immediately sledgehammer hit with the realization that nergal is his kid's grandfather

roy is not allowed to pick up magic for eliwood's sanity

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11 n 29 for the oc ask game!

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

When we (my cohost and I) were first drafting ideas for the ROKC, i was at the time also taking a course on Earth’s hazards, which was all about natural disasters and climate change, etc etc, so I pitched natural disasters as being the focus of our show. Since I’m the one who had knowledge about natural hazards, it became my role to write that portion of the script, which is the main inspiration for Mallory being the way she is.

Otherwise, she’s essentially a more pretentious version of me (which is difficult sometimes because I am already. Quite pretentious. I write lines for her sometimes and realize “yeah no that’s just something I would say”). The rest was inspired by looking at how my friend was writing Nick, and writing Mallory in contrast with him :)

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

I’ve never made a mood board before, but I’m going to give it a go!

Most of these are photos I’ve taken, otherwise they were stock photos I took from pexels