#whichmorgan

[hisfinessearchive]

@whichmorgan​!

        perhaps he shouldn’t have picked the lock and allowed himself into debra’s home, but it’s a bit late for that, now; he grants himself entry freely when he desires it, and curious as he is, he’s also allowing himself the opportunity to poke through her belongings.

        ( he hasn’t stolen from her---not yet. he’s fond enough of her, however, to return whatever it is he takes if he decides on what might be a fun piece to purloin for the sake of it. )

        distantly, solo is glad captors don’t tend to pay much mind to his face; otherwise, he would have had it mangled years ago. what he dons beneath that lovely canali three-piece is a collection of fresh scars among the older, faded ones, some of them minuscule and thin, others having required sutures. debra will see them sooner or later, he knows, when they find themselves in bed again, but until then he’s rather content to keep his mask where it is, the perfect picture of an uninjured agent.

        if one were to ask him why he’s decided to visit her freshly off of an assignment in murmansk, he’d say it was because he missed her charm and eloquent speech.

        he won’t admit it---to anyone, or himself---that he’s seeking some sort of solace when she arrives from the department.

[blondeslave]

@whichmorgan // liked for a starter.

❝  FUCK,  are you obsessed with me,  detective MORGAN?!  you visit me more than my own fucking grandmother.  tell me,    what crimes have been committed now that you think i had something to do with, hm ?   ❞

[consequentson]

   CONSEQUENTSON was made APRIL 30ᴛʜ, 2016.

One year ago today, I decided to venture back into the independent RP community! And despite some ups and downs, I’m glad I did. I’m gonna try to keep this semi short because I’m not great with the OOC things, but basically I just wanted to thank you guys for following me, for writing with me, and for (I assume) at least liking Dylan enough to follow us. I haven’t been my most active this past month due to a lot of shit going down in real life, but I haven’t lost muse for Dylan and plan on loving him and his story with your guys’ help for many years to come. 

I’m not gonna do a bias list because I don’t wanna forget anybody or leave somebody out, but there is one person I’d like to mention for sure because she’s been such a huge part of my return to independent RP. This is somebody who has been one of the most patient, kind and understanding RP partners I have ever had the pleasure to write with: @ask-alicelockwood aka Ally. 

Ally and I started writing together very shortly after I created this blog and there was instant chemistry in both writing and the way we communicate OOC. Now... I know obviously I’ve been pretty neglectful on the OOC front as of late, (sort of venturing into dickish territories, I’m sorry) but one of the beautiful things about Ally is that she is so understanding, I know she reads my OOC posts and knows it’s nothing to do with her, that I just need to be quiet and let Dylan do the talking. The ship between Alice and Dylan that evolved into Lockett was utterly unplanned and unexpected but is definitely one of my favorite ships to have ever had the chance to RP.  I will be forever grateful for Ally and Alice, and if you haven’t followed her or had the pleasure of interacting with this wonderful OC yet, I highly suggest you do.

Another couple of people I would like to mention are @whichmorgan / @goodmother aka Patricia and @seesgood aka Lia.

Patricia and I haven’t been writing together quite as long but if she’ll stick around and be patient with me, I’ve really enjoyed chatting with you the few times we have and love all the ideas and utter creativity that pours from all that you do! You’re truly a talent and I’m very eager to continue writing with you as long as you want me about. 

Lia has just been such a blessing on my dashboard. Her mun icons are literally of Piglet, and that can pretty much tell you exactly what kind of a presence she is; she’s adorable OOC and it’s just the cherry on top that her Caroline is so on par and written so beautifully. Like Patricia, I haven’t written with Lia quite as long yet, but I really enjoy all that we do together and we’ve had a couple OOC interactions that meant a lot to me. 

So again, I just want to thank everybody. (I just really needed to specifically point out those three people for the OOC connection we’ve established and the amount of times we interacted and felt weird about thinking of writing this post without doing that, haha.) I know I probably queue or reblog too many photosets or make too many OOC posts or blah de blah, but I hope that you guys all stick around with me because I love my dash right now -- I love all the characters, the muns. I really, really love Dylan Massett and I hope that all this love floatin’ around keeps me heady for a long time. 

Thank you. Here’s to many more years. 

[willyoufixitforme]

@whichmorgan​

      “ You are the epitome of an American. “

      His accent, really, everything about him right now reads as soft,         the current trip finds him dressed down in a simple grey top         and some loose khakis to blend in with the rest of the mumbling,         bumbling Miami crowd.  It’s a mixture of both interesting and         aggravating, pretending to be one of them, a sensation he’s         unfortunately rather used to, and yet still so new to.  Every         little persona he pulled on for these games felt so very fresh.

      If there was one thing that could pull him out of place among         the onlookers, it’s that his disgust at the smell and the sight         of the current murder didn’t seem to be his main focus.

      She was.

      “ -- Sorry.  That was a little forward, wasn’t it? “

[fatalenigma-blog]

                                     the  woman  was  so  close ;   her  superior  smirk  just   INCHES   from  her  own  and  for  one  terrifying  moment,    lily   SAM   could  feel  her  bravado  slipping  away.   refusing  to  move   back,    holding  her  stance  like  a  rabbit  petrified  by  the   HEADLIGHTS   of  an  oncoming  car   --   this  was  a  bad  idea.   debra  was  a  cop,   a  fucking  cop.   this  was  a  dangerous  game.   she  couldn’t  afford   any   questions ;   poke  too  hard  at  her  fragile  web  of   LIES,    and  her  whole  world  would  come  crashing  down.

                                                            ❝   fucking  fine,   ❞    WISHING   desperately  there  was  room  to  step  backwards,   lily  glared   defiantly   back  at  the  taller  woman.   instinctively  she   WANTED   to  shove,   to  throw  the  intrusion  out  of  her  sacred  space  but  she  knew  that  could  not  be  wise  and  instead  waited  impatiently,   limbs   trembling   with  the  tension,   for  the  woman  to   BACK   off.   ❝   you  done  now ?   ❞

@whichmorgan   |  CONT.  MEME.

[temperfi-blog]

&#. @whichmorgan

                it is SELDOM that the he ever eludes the security of his own office for fear of having to maintain any talk of personal relations with fellow officers. ALEX is a man of few, but often profound words, and these moonbeams of personalized wisdom would not be squandered on anything as trivial as smalltalk. he does, however, allow himself to occasionally debrief over a cup of coffee, the terms of occasional having been roughly rewritten as hourly basis as confounding cases insisted, persisted to roll in from all angles of his jurisdiction.

                it is just a matter of morbid luck that debra morgan happens to be on a synchronized biological cycle of timely caffeine deficiency. and before he can think to remove himself entirely from this belligerent equation, he has already dominated a fourth of the break room, the transpiring tension of his mere presence having thoroughly punctured the tranquility of her SOLITUDE.

                he shuffles next to her, eyeing her inconspicuously for the mercy of a wink or a nudge as to her current emotional bearings. and when he concludes there is nothing significant to detect aside from general discontent, he vows to make little of his being there if only to avoid further agitating the situation . . . it is also, however, a matter of morbid luck that the cream happens to be to the left of her, completely out of arm’s reach.

                ❛ c’n you, uh-------------- pass the cream . . . ? . . . -----please ? ❜

[hisfinessearchive]

@whichmorgan / i just felt like it? idk i’m sorry lay me to rest i hope this is ok.

         ❝ debra, please. ❞ alright--- he may just be needy. but she’s had her nose in files and evidence for hours, and he absolutely requires her attention--- and she’s been at it relentlessly. she deserves a break, as much as he, he thinks, deserves some of her attention. ❝ haven’t you read through enough? ❞

[hisfinessearchive]

@whichmorgan / because?

         he comes baring gifts! akvavit and flowers, all purchased ( yes--- he can behave! ) and he’s patiently waiting for her to answer the door, despite dropping by unannounced. he hadn’t expected the free time. it’s a pleasant surprise for him.