my name is ash, i'm 24, use he/him pronouns, and i'm disabled, queer, autistic, adhd, and bpd. and i've been playing the sims 4 since 2019, around when realm of magic released. i practically made my simblr then for morgyn and i am still so stoked to have snagged this handle back in 2019, lmfao. i mainly make story content and occasionally edits and behind the scenes pictures. i have a maxis mix simstyle! i've recently returned from a five year hiatus and i am so excited to get back to posting!
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Athena appeared the most distraught when I saw her for the first time after. She looked so sad, and looked at him with regret upon seeing the progression of his corruption. She had seen him before, once. But that was a long time ago, when both of us were much younger and I was less affected. She and I made the decision to tell Olive and Anton when they came around that I would die if I ever took it off, and that's partly the truth.
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ATHENA: Gemma, you are correct to be concerned. This is not good.
ANTON: What does Athena even mean? She's always so cryptic.
OLIVE: Well, Anton, just let her explain damn you, she's been with them the longest.
AT: If what Olive is saying is true, the Realm is now unbalanced. I once saw them without their bracelet.
O: What?! Don't they die if they take it off?
AT: Worse. They become a being of pure chaos and corruption. Their eyes become pitch black and start bleeding. Their hands turn black and they grow claws. Mx. Ember and their corrupted self are not the same person. There is no trace of Morgyn Ember once that bracelet comes off.
O: I saw the corrupted version of them physically separated from them. That's the other "Morgyn".
AT: Sage El must have separated them. If the corruption was bad enough, it could lead to the destruction of the Realm as we know it. They have been spared. But the other...
O: The other guy is permanently corrupted.
AT: Yes.
O: So basically now we have a giant ass problem on our hands.
AT: We do indeed, but it's best not to interfere with the corrupted Ember. Especially now. The corruption must have exceeded the point of safety, so they're probably even worse than I remember.
O: Yeah, that would make sense... Yesterday was nuts for me, seems like it was for Doc too.
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Even Ellie and Simeon's students are relatively angry. Except for Carmelo, he's never taken me seriously or believed me when I explained my age. I still wonder why El chose him as a student. The only things he's got going for him are spite and magical talent, but I digress.
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CARMELO: [mischievous laugh] Dude, Olive, you've gotta stop coming up with this stuff.
DARREL: Carmelo this is serious. Have you seen how they've been acting lately?
C: Darrel I barely talk to the man. How should I know?
GEMMA: Carmelo, dude, shut the fuck up for once. Olive... are you sure of what you saw? The sky looks so odd, it would make sense.
OLIVE: Ugh. Carmelo, this isn't a vision. I was perfectly awake and the younglings I was talking to told me Doc went to the infirmary last night, so I went and there they were, the two of them.
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One thing I did worry about for a second after I awoke were my students. Olive, Athena, and Anton all care about me tremendously and I hope I didn't worry them too much. They aren't telling me much but they are noticeably angry towards my corrupted half, and for good reason.
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OLIVE: [gasps] Why are there two now?
OLIVE: I am telling you guys I saw two Morgyns. One is in a coma and the other is.... I don't know how to explain it.
I still don't know what happened while I was comatose. I don't want to say it bothers me, but it does just a little, because he didn't have me as his leash. Without me, he is chaos incarnate.
Looking at... him, it seems to be permanent. The corruption hasn't spread more than it did during the initial episode, which is good and bad in a lot of ways. Good that he won't lose his mind further, but bad that he's already lost it this much. I'll probably force him into therapy, knowing how bad my issues are, how bad they can get, and the intensity of the added corruption-induced psychosis.
On the brighter side of things though, my mind did me well during sleep. Nothing really of note to mention, just Cal and Lilith, but there was also another person with ginger curls oddly similar to my natural colour. And, I was obviously attracted to them in some way, and I didn't feel any jealousy over them acting the same with Cal. I never really got to see their face though.
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L. : Hours of spellwork... I'm just glad they're alive.
SIMEON: Yeah, me too, really, but now we have another issue on our hands...
?: Sim, dude, what? I haven't said a damn word to you thus far. What gives?
S: The hell you mean what gives? You've almost destroyed the Realm, what, twice now? And you almost killed Morgyn today. So neither of us exactly get to like you at the moment.
?: [scoffs]
"DARK MORGYN": Well that just sounds like a Simeon-and-El problem, not a me problem. Morgyn is the fucking Sage here you know? I'm not. So I don't have to do jack shit, and I don't want to.
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I had gone to Ellie's room on the quieter side of the building for some space to nurse my migraine, and it just ended up becoming worse. The fall itself wasn't the traumatising part, I've fallen horribly many times in my life. It was mostly the shattering of my bracelet, combined with the burning pain of the corruption bleeding from my eyes and writhing up my arms, even up my neck and feet. I knew something was drastically wrong, because usually it was controlled and limited to just my eyes and hands darkening. I could feel him attempting to take control, my entire body itched to move and create chaos but I... we were in too much pain to. Just before I fainted, I had heard Ellie mention an old fae spell. It is ancient fae chaos magic with deep ties to untamed elements. It's meant to split a soul in half. Otherwise, the literature is hazy on its true purpose.
I didn't wake up for a week.
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A/N: transcript below, sorry for the inconsistent captioning style T_T made these couple of posts before I found the other way
MORGYN: [sigh] my head hurts, and my ears are ringing.
??: Rise. It is time.
M: What? Who are you- [pained scream, groaning]
L. : Oh Realms, what happened to you? What happened to the bracelet?
SIMEON: Uh, Ellie, it's shattered on the floor. It seems the corruption is spreading further than normal, look at their eyes- shit! What do we do? There's no spell in the practical school that could remotely help...
L. : There's an old fae spell I can try. I just hope it works...
I thought after transitioning I would finally be at peace. I thought becoming the Sage of the most powerful school of magic would fix things for me. Not for one second, none of what I fought for, worked for, trained for, even read about... could have possibly prepared me for this. None of my 1,544 years of experience can even begin to scratch the surface of Samhain 2009. That day single-handedly changed my life. I lost half of myself that day, quite literally. He’s sitting across from me as I write this in my journal. It’s peculiar having him physically in my life rather than that constant nagging voice in my head, as a roommate and not shoved away in the darkest recesses of my consciousness, held back by my bracelet. I tried not to think about him, about the atrocities he had committed while I sat hostage in my own mind. But now I have to when I see my own corrupted face staring back at me from across the room. I only see the horrors he’s acted upon that almost brought the Realm crashing down. I’m ashamed of him, I’m ashamed that I even allowed him to be out on my own terms, I am ashamed of everything he’s done using my body. I broke my oath because of him; a Sage is supposed to protect the Realm, not hurt it. How am I supposed to love myself now when everything I hate about myself is staring right back at me every day of my life?
I was too harsh on him. I sincerely and wholly regret what I said to him. He called me Doctor, that should have been the first clue he actually did his research.
I really do hope I get to see him again... I don't know how or when, but he is different. He deserves at least for me to try. Vladislaus Straud I had caused the original fracture of the Realm a thousand years before I was born and yet... if someone from his own clan can take back control, I feel he can be beneficial to befriend. Maybe even more than just "useful". He is more human.
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CALEB: I mean I know a little-
MORGYN: No. You. Know. Nothing. You know nothing of the pain of the ritual of becoming the Untamed Sage. And doing so within two years of the passing of the only person in the 1400's who knew me. Not Morgaine Le Fay, me.
C: There was a ritual? Don't they just pick them?
M: That's exactly my point. You have no idea of the pain and suffering I've caused to myself and the Realm for becoming the Sage.
C: Aren't they supposed to help?-
M: Look at my hands. They are corrupted. I bleed with corruption every waking moment despite the enchantments to keep it at bay. I am a ticking time bomb and one day I could destroy the world. And I have no control over it.
C: [silent for a moment] Don't apologise. I'll just get out of your way.
M: No, I-
C: Don't, please.
M: [hesitates] Wait.
C: Huh?
M: Do you eat the fruit?
C: Huh?
M: The plasmafruit. Take it, I just have the trees for research.
C: Um, thanks, but-
M: You don't feed from humans because you're "too human", right? So have them. And I'm sorry for spiraling at you like that.
C: I said no apologies.
M: Yeah, and I say with a Ph.D. in psychology, you still deserve one. Even if you were in the wrong or the right you never got a sincere one hm? So I'll start. I'm sorry for taking the rage I felt and projecting it on you. You were calm, and I was not.
C: ...Thanks. But I-
M: Take it, it will spoil otherwise.
C: Yeah I will, but-
M: The sun is rising.
C: I don't get-
M: Leave, Mr. Vatore. Go back home to your sister.
C: How do you know-
M: I know all of Straud's clan. And I know you are the new grandmaster. Don't worry about me.
C: Sure... I...
M: ...This will not be the last of me you will see. I have to inform the rest of the triumvirate of Straud's demise. I will give you the credit and see where we go with our species' relations.
C: I doubt it will get better, there are others like him.
M: You are in control now. Deal with your clan, and time will tell.
