#morgan01

[anna-ines]

text 📲 anna ⇆ morgan

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anna: one of my clients was moving and said they didn't have space for their elephant ear plant and they gifted it to me and !!!!!

anna: look at it!!!!

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anna: he's massive i've never been more in love

[fermi-paradoxical-blog]

@red-right-eye

It had been a long day of confusion, and Morgan had been so tired. Her nerves hadn’t been doing her any favors, either, and she had settled into her abode’s bedroom for rest with a book on fluid dynamics. Dry reading (despite the topic) for sure, but she’d found little else worth reading in the building so far. Leaning back as she grew restless, she stared at the ceiling. Too tired to get up and turn the light off, she merely placed the book over her eyes to rest them for a moment. Closing her eyes, she thought about how she was too anxious to sleep, she was fairly certain she was anyway, and she knew she would just be laying here for —

Morgan opened her eyes blearily. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the book was still on her face. Curiously though, where she had remembered the words “transsonic boundary layer separation” being directly in front of her eyes when she closed them, when she cracked them open she was greeted by “xyopfle bfvvhfu sxzmbr fdrlxorezm”. Utterly confused for a fraction of a moment, she very quickly registered something, an old fact she’d absorbed: Books were usually nonsense in dreams. Sitting up, she took the book off her face.

It took a split-second to register where she was: Nowhere. The woman sat upon a bed, white sheets and frame, white pillows, and everything else was... well, it was also white. Infinitely, at that - it was as if a void of light instead of dark, and she was adrift within it.

Oh. She was either in hell (or limbo, maybe) or dreaming. Given what had happened recently, she wouldn’t have been too surprised at such a development, but she doubted the former was the case regardless of how much her conscience told her she deserved it.

The doctor had learned how to lucid dream to an extent, and she shut her eyes and tried to coalesce her thoughts. A room, like on Talos. Not her office, not her suite, just a room that’d fit aboard,  a conglomeration of memories. Four walls with wood paneling, a sturdy art deco light fixture, the bed, a bookshelf, a desk off to a side  and —

She opened her eyes once more. Wait a second. Curious. The room she imagined had come into being around her, given the vividness which she had tried to imagine it — the grain of the wood, the feel of the carpet, the glint of the metal on the fixture frame — but one side was entirely a reflection of the room, a mirror from wall to wall, floor to ceiling. Morgan rubbed at her right temple briefly and stood without a word, pacing over to the mirror and placing a palm on its surface and staring herself in the eye.

[superstxrs]

—– ✰ MORGAN { @tomeofdespair } 

“H--Hey!!” 

the streets aren’t too busy - but they’re loud enough to the point that gregory isn’t surprised the stranger didn’t happen to notice that a book fell from their bag. he runs up to him, in an attempt to catch up to him - but he reaches down, snatching up the book that fell from the boy’s bag.

he holds it close to his chest for a moment, as he approaches him a tad cautiously. he holds out the book towards him after a few seconds, giving him a small, sheepish smile. 

“You- uh, you dropped this, I think...is this yours?” 

[becrhugs]

;; morgan. @skysteelshot​

“It’s nice out, isn’t it?” Pompom approaches the stranger with a pure look of curiosity in her bright pink eyes. She places her hands behind her back, a small smile forming on her lips (despite the fact that the man wouldn’t be able to see it past her mask), she keeps her attention on him for a few seconds before turning her attention up towards the sky.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not disrupting you, or anything. It’s just always nice to be out with someone else, don’t you think?” 

[8bitting]

@foriornfaire​

The library in Stella City was much more grand than the one back in Jabberwock Island. It seemed to have books from all over the world and maybe even beyond that. Not to mention... The strange abundance of sheep in the building. She wonders, how many books have fallen victim to their appetite?

Chiaki strolls the aisles, glancing at the various books around her. She wasn’t an avid reader (aside from video game guides), but she figured it would be a nice way to kill some time. Still, she looks back at her Game Girl Advance every so often to check up on her character and see if it was getting along well with the NPCs of the game. Her eyes remained glued to the screen until she nearly bumps into someone at the end of the aisle. Luckily, Chiaki manages to stop herself before completely colliding with the stranger. That would’ve been a terrible way to start off a Social Link.

“Ah... That was close. Sorry about that,” she says quietly as she puts her device on sleep mode. She takes a closer look at the person, noticing how eye-catching their robe is. He looks like something out of one of her RPGs. They must be very dedicated to keeping in character.

“Hmm... Are you a wizard sent here to protect the books from being eaten by the sheep?” 

She’s only joking, of course.

[notsogrimm-blog]

Mishaps

sanguinetactics

“Whoa, these look amazing...!”

A shop specializing in different types of spellbooks existed smackdab in the middle of Sector Five, hiding in a little alley off the side of the crowded main street. Ruby was no magician, but she could scarcely just pass by the place after noticing it! The sight was simply far too tempting.

So here she was, hefty tome in hand, trying to make sense of the complicated, foreign language scrawled across the pages. It looked a bit like her native tongue, but the letters were all loopy, and she wondered if that was just because she had no magic experience, or because the city’s innate translation system was flailing a bit here.

Whatever the case, she squinted, reading a spell aloud in a slow, thoughtful way, trying out the sound of it on her tongue. What was the worst that could happen? It wasn’t as though she had any magical talent... “Oves maledicendum inimicis meis...?”

No sooner had the final, puzzled syllable left her mouth that the book sparked a brilliant blue, launching a streak of iridescent light at the person nearest to her--that would be the shopkeeper, dozing at his desk.

Just a moment ago, a man had been there. And now there was a sheep.

A sheep. A very disgruntled sheep.

Ruby stared in utter, shocked silence, the book falling from her hands, and she met the eyes of an equally startled looking boy about her own age; (or so she guessed, anyway) who had been browsing nearby. 

“U-Um...oops?” she said faintly. 

[theirhappystory]

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[theirhappystory]

Hello, a while ago you blogged a post about people who support Raylicity. I was wondering if you could bring that post back. I'm looking for some positivity for Raylicity in tonight's ep. Even though Olicity is my number 1.

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