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[morganaux]

A flustered morgy @morganaux, courtesy of Emet being a bastard :3

#apollo asunder (wol verse) #friend art #((THANKS AGAIN FRIEND OMG he is so cuuuute))

[morganaux]

Wanna see emet being a freak? Yea you do

I'd say feat: @morganaux except it's more like Morganaux feat: emet

#apollo asunder (wol verse) #morgy art #friend art #((SOOOO COOL OMG))

[morganaux]

Famille

ft. - @morganaux

#the prince consort (phoebus yae galvus) #phoebus screenshots #((THEM!!!!!! AAAAAAAA))

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he is gaydreaming (gay daydreaming)

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[morganaux]

tag nine people you'd like to know better

I. favourite colours: pastel pink, royal violet, navy blue!

II. favourite flavours: pandan, ube, vanilla bean, and strawberry (oops my filipino is showing with those first two)

III. favourite genres: historical fiction and i know this doesn't really count as a genre but classic literature in general lol

IV. favourite music: pop punk and classical!

V. favourite movies: kamikaze girls, phantom of the opera, paper heart

VI. favourite series: avatar: the last airbender and the legend of korra

VII. last song: honestly i don't know??? it's been a few days since i've listened to music, oops IJFSJIFSJDIFJ

VIII. last series: the hunger games

IX. last movie: the color purple

X. currently reading: how high we go in the dark by sequoia nagamatsu

XI. currently watching: nothing at the moment!

XII. currently working on: rebuilding my lolita fashion wardrobe (i am completely blown away by how many plus size options there are compared to when i was into it 13 years ago omg.....), getting back into flight rising, and catching up on rp replies!

tagged by: @seatedsacrifice (thanks for the tag!! :D)

tagging: eternally too baby to tag anyone BUT if you see this and want to do this, you are tagged in my heart!

#morganaux.txt #dash games #whispers from the void (ooc tag) #((omg this site looks completely different from when i was last on it. how does any of this work IDSJFSJIFSJ. anyway hi!!!!))

[morganaux]

((hi i'm alive! i've just been feeling a bit overwhelmed with social media and social interaction in general, so i haven't been hopping on tumblr or twitter or ingame much lately. nothing bad happened- i'm just mega introverted and going through one of these periods where i need a lot of quiet time to myself.

discord has been a lot more cozy for me lately, so if you'd like to rp on there, or plot, or just want to talk in general, feel free to dm me for it!

that being said, i don't at all plan on abandoning my rp tumblr and would LOVE to be more active on here again at some point! any replies i owe here, along with any asks/things i've been tagged in will be saved until i'm feeling more up for responding to them. (alternatively, things can be moved to discord and i'll probably be able to reply in a more timely manner without the pressure of writing for the whole world to see IJDSIFSJIFSJD)

anyway hi i hope u are all doing well!! o/ <3))

#whispers from the void (ooc tag)

[morganaux]

A small doodle for @morganaux !

#morgy art #((THANKS AGAIN FOR THIS OMG...... IT'S THEM.............)) #((im love them........))

[morganaux]

As Asteria began to tell their tale of the palace in the sea, Mephisto shifted to hug his knees to his chest, gently rocking from side to side as he listened in wide-eyed wonder. He had no need for riches or any other material possessions the world had to offer him, but he could not help but wonder if there was some measure of truth to the story, and if somewhere out there, there really was a palace hidden somewhere at the sea's floor.

And perhaps one day, if the queen would ever allow him to leave the safety of Troia, he could find this palace and befriend the ones who called it their home. What an awfully lonely place it must have been, isolated from the rest of the world with only one outsider to have ever found it. If it were real, one day, he would be the second person to find it, and he would make certain that there would be a third, and a fourth, and a fifth, and even more new friends for its inhabitants to meet and befriend, for surely, the world was filled with pure hearts that were worthy of setting foot in their domain.

"I imagine the prince saw quite a lot of fish, and plenty of water once he left his palace," he spoke in jest, raising a hand over his mouth as he giggled lightly. "It was in the sea, after all. Apologies. I could not resist the joke. Tell me, what did the prince see? Can we... Can we go find it? The palace, and all the things the prince and his friend got to see?"

They do not agree or disagree with Mephisto’s claim of feeling magical, though they do admit that it is nice to be a perch for fragile life such as the birds. Asteria hums for a moment, adjusting themselves slowly as to not disturb the two birds which return to their hands. “It is a tale my mother told me.” They begin, and slowly recount the tale.

“A palace in the sea, sought by man for riches and spoils, but only those with pure of heart could find it. Or so I am told.” There is a smile, as they continue, “The legend claims that it was found, once, and the seeker was welcomed to court with those who dwelled in it. Eventually the young prince of the palace was allowed to leave it with their newfound ally.” Perhaps it was, not quite a mirror. The details were a little murkier. Instead of an ally, he had a guard. A friend, but loyalties were hard to place when it came to those who ruled and those who did not.

Asteria pauses here, glancing to Mephisto. “Would you like to know what that young prince saw, once he was beyond the gates of his world?”

#morganaux.txt #rp replies #little sunshine (mephisto) #voidalbound #((SAME I AM SO SOFT FOR THEIR FRIENDSHIP.......)) #((maybe one day after everything they can be happy friends together :') deeply changed in ways they can't undo but)) #((friends again nonetheless :') it's what they deserve!!)) #((also hewwo am alive))

[morganaux]

SLEEP HABITS

NAME: Morganaux de Roulemet

RESIDENCE: The Dzemael Manor, along with his personal manor post-Endwalker

TYPE OF BED: A double bed filled with plushies. ...Alternatively, his work desk, or a nice comfy sofa, or a rug, if it's fluffy enough.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: One

NUMBER OF PILLOWS: One for his head, one or two for him to cling to. Or one book. A book can be a pillow if it wants to be.

TYPE OF CLOTHING: Frilly, floor-length nightgowns in pink, white, or cream, or whatever he wore that day.

DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY?: Depends on the verse, but even if he has a partner to sleep with, he has times where he gets overstimulated and needs to sleep alone. (That, and he sometimes feels the need to wander at night for reasons relating to his trauma and wouldn't want to accidentally wake them up.)

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY?: It varies. In most circumstances, it makes him feel safer if he's sleeping with someone he trusts, knowing there's someone around to protect him if he needs it. But if he's feeling overstimulated by touch or someone's mere presence, he won't be able to sleep at all.

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP?: Theoretically, he can fall asleep anywhere if he works himself to the point of exhaustion, which often happens while he's toiling away at an arcanima project. If he's choosing to sleep, he wants a private room to himself, and if that's not an option, he's going to find the most secluded spot he possibly can.

WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CANNOT FALL ASLEEP?: He'll go for a walk, find something to read, write down any ideas relating to his studies that might come to him, etc. Pretty much, he'll just do things he would normally do until he's feeling tired out enough to try sleeping again and won't just lie there waiting to fall asleep.

FREQUENT DREAMS, NIGHTMARES: His more pleasant recurring dreams involve him exploring unfamiliar parts of places he's been to before, although in reality, they don't actually exist. He's tried finding them and hasn't had luck so far, but he's not unhappy about it and considers these dreams to be adventures of their own. Some of his recurring nightmares can be found here.

DEEP SLUMBER OR NAPS: Deep slumber, but does enjoy the occasional nap if he's convinced to take one. But good luck with that if you're not dating him. This man is a chronic workaholic with too many tasks he wants to get done, and he often sees naps as an unnecessary indulgence.

WHEN DO THEY SLEEP: It varies. Sometimes, he tries to be kind to himself and sleep at a reasonable hours, but his anxiety and claustrophobia get in the way and he needs to wander. Other times, he's in the middle of working on a project and doesn't want to sleep until he's reached a certain milestone with it. And sometimes he just straight up passes out because he won't put his work down. If he's in a relationship, he'll pretty much try to sleep whenever he's asked, barring his need to wander. He just really needs someone to encourage him to take care of himself. :,)

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP: A lot of things, unless he passed out, but most notably even the smallest bit of light.

EARLY OR LATE RISER: Early. He likes to see the sunrise, but even more, he likes getting up and being productive. (Please help this man. He is suffering.)

Tagged by: @thekavseklabs (thank u!!!!!!!!)

Tagging: if you see this and want to do this, you are tagged!!

#morganaux.txt #apollo asunder (wol verse) #morgy lore #dash games #((am sleeby as i type this so apologies if i made any oopsies lol))

[morganaux]

The prince of Troia invites you for a nice, uneventful, perfectly normal stroll through the castle gardens. Will you join him? (Y/N)

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[morganaux]

A soft giggle escaped the prince as he watched a pair of birds flit from his feet and into Asteria's hands, snatching up beakfuls of seeds before flying away. How he wished he could sprout wings and follow after them, leaving the castle behind for a simple life in the forest with no one around to tell him what to do.

"Does it not feel magical, having them come to you unafraid?" Mephisto asked, lifting up his skirt to avoid disturbing the small, winged critters as he moved to give them more room to feed. "In all the stories, birds will only gather 'round the pure of heart. I suppose this means that one's purity is directly tied to the amount of food one has to offer. Perhaps, then, we need a chef and not a monarch to rule over these lands."

Sitting down in the grass, entirely unbothered by the risk of staining the pristine, white fabric of his gown, he smiled as more and more birds flew over, nearly forming a circle where he once stood as they came to eat their fill. "But I do not believe I am familiar with this story you speak of. I've read stories of princesses, mermaids, and princesses who also happen to be mermaids living in palaces beneath the sea, but never one specifically about the palace itself. Tell it to me, and I may consider sharing the spoils of today's adventures with you."

There is a laugh from Asteria, accepting the bird feed with cupped hands. “If that is your condition, Your Highness.” They say. Part of them have always believed that fables were once truth, a kernel that remains at the core of it. Still, Asteria thinks this is a waste of time; despite how the birds begin to flock on their hands.

They hold still, pale eyes flickering down to the yellow-and-black-and-white bird pecks at the seed. It takes a beakful of seed before fluttering away; replaced with a white-and-brown bird. Still, Asteria does not feel as though as anything has changed, despite the fact birds are beginning to flock closer to them. “Did you know the story of the palace in the sea?” Asteria asks, absentmind in habit as the birds flutter and flit around them.

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"Please. Be here with me for as many steps as you wish," Morganaux pleaded, a shiver running through him as he found himself replaying that brief moment of contact in his mind, over and over again as if he meant to carve Raphael's icy touch into his memory. How he longed to feel that hand against his cheek again. Frigid though it was, in that moment, it had felt far warmer than any touch he had ever felt before. "But promise me this. Promise me that you won't speak of this to anyone, all right? Not a single soul."

Leaving Raphael's side once more, and narrowly resisting the urge to reach for his hand, Morganaux this time turned his attention to the room's altar, his breathing coming to a stop as his eyes locked onto the prayer book sitting atop it. Shakily, he opened up the seemingly ordinary tome, swiftly turning its pages until he turned to one that emitted the same glow of the brick he had touched moments ago. To those who did not know the secrets held by the room, the page would have contained just another prayer to the Fury— one of forgiveness, to be precise. But bathed in the subtle magicks he had activated, the incantation hidden within was revealed.

He recalled the last time he had returned here, and the poetic finality of it all. In the many generations that passed since his homeland's founding, the incantation had been spoken to imprison hundreds, perhaps thousands, of orphans like himself who had no family to miss them. And in that moment, he had given voice to those words for the last time to free the ones who still lived— to free himself. It was a perfect, pretty circle coming to a close, just like in all his favorite storybooks—a fitting, cathartic ending to the pain he and all the others had suffered.

It was supposed to heal him, but it did not. He had fulfilled his promise to save his fellow expurgators, and he had watched with muted glee as his former jailers were put to the sword for their crimes, yet it brought him no true satisfaction. Though one evil was stomped out, it was only a matter of time before another came forward to take its place, for Ishgard had no shortage of wicked men hiding their true nature beneath a veneer of benevolence. Or, perhaps that was just his paranoia speaking.

Perhaps coming here was what he needed, to reopen the wound upon his soul so that this time, with a friend at his side, he could begin to really, truly heal and know that there was good in the world— that there were people like Raphael out there who would not hurt him, or anyone.

Drawing in a deep breath, he spoke those words he thought would never be uttered again, flinching at the sound of bricks rearranging themselves to reveal the room's hidden passage. "This must seem awfully ominous, doesn't it?" he mused, turning back toward the other with a cheerful grin. "I've led you deep into the Vault, unveiled a secret, spooky staircase that no one else knows about, and haven't explained myself in the slightest. I... Wouldn't blame you if you wished to back out now. I know I should have when I came here all these years ago."

And then that smile faded, giving way to that lost, pleading gaze he so loathed to wear as he outstretched his arm toward his companion. "But if you still wish to accompany me, then please. Come with me and see the truth of why I embarked on my journey— of the promise I swore, and have finally fulfilled after all this time."

𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 cants his head, a brief flicker of emotion sparking within his empty, doll-like eyes. Tiny fingers still raw from the cold twine around 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐗's own, melding to the gaps 'twixt his fingers and interlocking with them as though they were puzzle pieces that had always meant to fit together.

ㅤ❝ I'll wait as long as you need, ❞ 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 intones eagerly, the hidden conviction behind his words possessed of an eerie devotion all too easily masked by the amiable, lilting nature of his voice.

ㅤA cold but sympathetic hand tenderly caresses the side of 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐗's cheek, gently tracing the noble escarpment of his cheekbone with the same tender, needy affection with which a butterfly draws nectar from a flower. Again 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓 found that he pitied him; this beautiful but broken creature before him, who did not even know that he was broken. His flesh was as the 𝐂𝐎𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 rime upon which he'd slept, the deceptive warmth of its hue belying its icy feel.

ㅤWhen beckoned, 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 clambers to 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐗's side with the cloying grace of an overeager puppy, though each second spent within his borrowed flesh caused him unfathomable agony. Each step he took was more painful than dancing on rivers of broken glass, and every breath he drew felt as if it were tearing his insides apart with cold and stabbing pain. All of this he endured with the utmost grace. Gone now was the endearing clumsiness of eld, for he could be nothing less than immaculate to look upon, and gone was the ribbon that once secured his sideswept braid, which had long ago been replaced with unkept waves into which an ill-assored variety of flowers had been tucked.

ㅤBlackened velveteen lips part softly as hiercing violet eyes gaze deeply into 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐗's own, the roving, lambent nature of his eyes providing the distinct impression that he know more about the one upon whom he was gazing than they knew about themselves. It was as though he looked through 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐗 (or perhaps, into him), and saw within him that which he could not percieve of himself, becoming privy thereupon to his innermost secrets, and all else that he endeavored to conceal from others. Perhaps the people of 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃 were right to feel uncomfortable around him; perhaps there was a reason that his gaze invoked fear within some, and an unwelcome warmth beneath cloaks and skirts alike within others. To be sure, 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓's gaze rendered each its targets vulnerable, in ways they could not easily fathom.

ㅤ❝ It's alright. You needn't worry. I pray you take as much time as you need. To press ever onward. To heal, ❞ 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 adds, the gentle cadence of his voice lilting with unspoken emotion as he utters the word heal. ❝ If you'd like, I will be here every step of the way. That is my wish, but I wouldn't dream of forcing it on you. ❞

ㅤUnbeknownst to 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐗, this too was a lie; for 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓 would see him whole again, even if that meant forcing his soul back together by whatever means necessary, as it was his intention not only to heal 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐗, but to fix him entirely. All that the other did was ephemeral, so glimpsing the hurts hiddne away within the depths of 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐗's soul held little weight with him, for 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐗 was but a brief segment in the eternity that should have been 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎.

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[morganaux]

((sorry y'all my writing brain cells are currently occupied by the blood orange gays. pls enjoy them holding hands.))

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What appears in your OC's darkest nightmares?

Most of Morganaux's worst nightmares are haunted by the cold, dark cells of Her Holy Body of Decency and all the others who were trapped there with them. In these dreams, he is not himself, but rather the child he once was— innocent, helpless, and begging for someone to free him. But no matter how much he pleads and tries to get their attention, no one seems to even notice that he's there, nor do they seem to notice the walls slowly closing in on them, pushing them closer and closer together until there's no room for him to breathe.

Other times, he will find himself in the Hell of Ice, where the lustful are punished for their sins. Even in canons where he's never been involved with anyone, he has recurring nightmares that his thoughts alone would be enough to convince a goddess he does not believe in to cast him there for all eternity. He lost his faith in Halone a long time ago, but it doesn't stop him from fearing Her wrath.

I'm putting the rest of this under a read more, since it's pretty heavy.

Content warning for attempted sexual abuse.

And lastly, there are the nightmares of disembodied hands reaching toward him in the dark, grasping at any ilm of him that they can catch. He tries to run, but he always finds himself running in slow motion and is caught with ease. The hands carry him away, back to that prison he swore he would never return to, and then they leave him alone. But he knows what they truly want to do with him, for he knows who those hands belong to, even if their faces never appear in even his worst nightmares.

The nightmare always ends the same way, with the hands leaving him alone, but every time they visit his dreams, he cannot shake the fear that this time, they will get what they want.

#morganaux.txt #morganaux answers #morgy lore #apollo asunder (wol verse) #((morgy on the outside: sunshine and candy and pretty pink gowns)) #((the actual deep morgy lore: suffering. so much suffering.))

[morganaux]

Dark OC Asks

Excluding murder, what is the worst thing your OC has ever done?

Has your OC ever killed someone?

Has your OC killed a friend/family member/loved one?

What appears in your OC's darkest nightmares?

What is your OC's moral code?

Would your OC make a deal with the devil?

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

Would your OC consider themself evil?

Would you consider your OC evil?

Does your OC enjoy watching others suffer?

Has your OC ever tortured someone?

If your OC was arrested, what would the charges be?

Who does your OC hate the most?

What is your OC's "villain song"?

If you draw: draw your OC's darkest moment or reimagine your OC as a demon. If you don't draw: find a picrew or write a description instead!

#askbox fodder #((pls specify muse or the council of whimsy will decide your fate))

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((oh my god why does the new tumblr update not show you who you're reblogging text posts from???? this is just making threads infinitely more difficult to keep track of and differentiate??))

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