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#momo would not be so tight in that pink dress but it's the fantasy#the cherries one? nailed it#β‘ | β and i am done with my graceless heart / so tonight i'm gonna cut it out and then restart β { aesthetics }
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π» Fave song currently?
β‘ β‘ β‘ marian βΒ @themercsadventures
Thinking about it, being asked this question at any given time, odds are Iβll answer with a staple favourite and not whatever is stuck on repeat, for that is fleeting. Iβll answer with two of my favourite songs of all-time instead: Wuthering Heights by Kate Bush and Summer Wine as performed by Ville Valo and Natalia Avelon.
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#themercsadventures#β‘ | β she wants the silence but fears the solitude / she wants to be alone and together with you β { ooc }#probably not the cool answer you expected#i'm ecletic so musical questions are very hard to give a pinpoint answer to
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π Fave book
β‘ β‘ β‘ anubisΒ βΒ @ikkaku-of-heart
Right! I could receive several of this emoji because I have a bunch of favourites. I guess the one that deserves being mentioned is Robert Louis Stevensonβs Treasure Island. It is the first book I remember reading and, as the copy I own previously belonged to my mother, there is a deeper sentiment about its yellowed, dusty pages. Itβs a wonderful coming-of-age story (mustβve read it when I was 9 or 10) and I just really wanted to be Jim. Of course I have a thing or two to say about StevensonβsΒ βno girls allowed clubβ mentality, but itβs nevertheless a story I can read over and over again and find childish enjoyment in.
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#ikkakuofheart#β‘ | β she wants the silence but fears the solitude / she wants to be alone and together with you β { ooc }#plus are we talking fiction or nonfiction? what genre? what subject of study?#by first book i mean first i can tell you the author and whatnot#ofc i had books for toddlers and children starting to read#i was always very encouraged to read by my mum#so you see from treasure island to cutthroat island to potc... there's a motif here
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Love you, hope you're feeling better soon <3
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Thank you, dear nonny. Unfortunately this is just how MDD works, with tides and fluctuations. Iβm better at managing it, seeing as Iβm medicated but the tragedy is that you do not ever really get accustomed to this uncertainty. I will get better soon, indeed, I see no reason for me to spiral downhill, starting with the fact that I want to contradict it. Be that as it may, I have learned I have to embrace these negative periods as yet another part of me and just live through them. One day Iβll wake up and see things in brighter colours. For now, I prefer to rest my head.
#anonymous#β‘ | β she wants the silence but fears the solitude / she wants to be alone and together with you β { ooc }#from the bottom of my heart - thank you
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β‘ β‘ β‘ froggo βΒ @xdiez
My favourite season is fall, perhaps because itβs the one I was born in. The weather is perfect, a bit more tame but still full of light. When the temperature drops, there is nothing better than to fetch a blanket and enjoy a hand-warming coffee or tea, neither being as delicious in the summer, while curling up with a book. Old traditions are kept alive as carts sell roast chestnuts everywhere and the knife sharpeners pedal their bikes to offer their services and play their flute to let everyone know it looks like itβs going to rain. And I much prefer the comfort foods of the cold season like stews andΒ βovenβ recipes, too. Itβs hard to say no to a comfortably warm home filled with the smell of cake and spices.
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#xdiez#β‘ | β she wants the silence but fears the solitude / she wants to be alone and together with you β { ooc }#listen fall is all about the food
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π Fave quote
β‘ β‘ β‘ jess βΒ @bucketfullofocs
I think my favourite quote has to be ShakespeareβsΒ βThe fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.β Itβs good to remind ourselves that the things we know, all bundled up, voluminous though the agglomeration may be, is but insignificant compared to that which is unknown to us. One ought to ask, think and learn until they no longer can, for if you anticipate you have already learned everything you could or had to, and use your age as a justification for it, what meaning is there to what life you have left upon this decision?
At least this how I read and understand this quotation.
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#bucketfullofocs#β‘ | β she wants the silence but fears the solitude / she wants to be alone and together with you β { ooc }#listen i hate people who think they know everything and they're the owners of reason only because they're older or something#does not life become redundant to you at this point?
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π Your two top fave fictional characters
β‘ β‘ β‘ lizard βΒ @postmortemlullabies
I know the question says βfictionalβ but Iβm debating to read it asΒ βliteraryβ or otherwise... In respect to Morgan, Iβm gonna say the two fictional ladies from the big screen that were part of her inspiration, Elizabeth Swann (from Pirates of The Caribbean) and Evelyn Carnahan (from The Mummy series).
I guess itβs fairly easy to see why. Pirates (better yet, the cinematic trilogy), contrary to what the majority of people think, is not about Jack and his adventures β itβs about Elizabethβs personal journey of self-discovery and growth, how she went from fair maiden to woman pirate, from woman pirate to King of the Brethren Court, not to mention the keeper of the heart previously owned by Jones, the key to control the seas, by the end of her journey. Her development is never forced, it is natural to her, like the blossoming of a rare flower. And through it all she remains so full of virtue, wise and just. Sheβs a perfect embodiment of the historical lady pirate given a more fairytale-like twist and with this connection between the glamour of romanticised piracy and Austen parallel would be endearing to me.
As for Evelyn, notwithstanding the fact I was a huge egyptology buff as a kid, something that I carried well into adulthood, academically speaking, she is adventurous, politely witty and ready to smash the patriarchy. She knows her worth and relies on her scholarly knowledge and womenβs intuition, which she knows how to weaponise β to me, Evelyn is another great example of a strong woman written by men, for she does not need to yield armament, which is traditionally seen as the one source of power among a masculine narrative, though she later acquires this skill, to prove her worth and kick some prejudiced butt.
In many ways, Elizabeth and Evelyn are sisters. They are great inspirations not only in what comes to writing, but to real world femalehood as well.
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#postmortemlullabies#β‘ | β she wants the silence but fears the solitude / she wants to be alone and together with you β { ooc }#long post for ts
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πΌ Fave flower
β‘ β‘ β‘ mun βΒ @nephytale
Snapdragons, I think. They are one of the flowers my grandmother used to tend when I was a child. But Iβd say poppies too, because they grew by the railroad tracks nearby, along with barley, and this picture of my formative years, for no particular reason, brings me tranquility.
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#β‘ | β she wants the silence but fears the solitude / she wants to be alone and together with you β { ooc }#nephytale
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#β‘ | β and i am done with my graceless heart / so tonight i'm gonna cut it out and then restart β { aesthetics }#thanks for the link lizard
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#i *can* see the line working for Morgan if this hatred comes from a prejudice regarding her status#say she's seen as a rich bitch and maybe she tries to show how no she's not selfish by inviting people over for a party or by offering gifts#such things can be misread as a lack of understanding of or just flaunting the fortune#so without realizing it she's playing it per the rulebook#but maybe she'd also act spoiled on purpose? to make a distinction from her normal self? Idk#*lack of understanding of real people problems#β‘ | β and i am done with my graceless heart / so tonight i'm gonna cut it out and then restart β { aesthetics }
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You wanna kiss? Here is an unsuspecting surgeon ripe for the smooching. [from medicus-mortem, you ready for that test Morgan?]
β‘ β‘ β‘ law βΒ @medicus-mortem
Never mind 'unsuspecting', why should she kiss him? What Law done, truthfully, to win himself one a paramount manifestation of love and devotion among the species; an act that which, to Morgan, did not come as banal behaviour? Familial kisses should be respected, amorous ones should be adored. Neither should be taken for granted. Morgan highly doubted, given their recent conversational history, that Law would welcome her kiss with the esteem which it deserved, as a form of courtesy in return for a sentiment he did not share β and had she not attained the right to basic decency on his part yet, if love could not be forced and cruelty was by all accounts unjustified?β or attribute to it the importance of exciting discovery, regard this particular touch as the genesis of renewed possibility for their mutual affinity.
Whereas she, she would deeply care for his kiss. If Morgan wore her heart on her sleeve, the kiss she would pocket as though it were a favour, notwithstanding the reversal of traditional roles in hastilude. She would safeguard its memory, relive it time and again in the absence of another activity to occupy her mind or willingly, as a reminder of an isolated, fleeting and blissful moment the next time Law's mouth became poisonous, maybe as a memento of his capability to be a better man. It is a poor present to treasure from someone who insists on having you around so they can hurt you.
It seemed to Morgan she did have a great deal to lose in what others may deem an ordinary, mechanically simple exchange.
Yet, once sown, the seed of hopeful expectation could only bloom where her heart was all romantic fertility. Morgan coveted his kiss β it started out with the natural curiosity for knowing what it tasted like; how it felt like. Would it give credence to her burgeoning feelings, elicit a kindling warmth in her belly? Or would it prove once and for all the impossibility of the faintest of glimmers? Who was to say, perhaps a kiss was just what she needed to murder her love and move on to an indolent state of aching and growth. And who was to say, perhaps a kiss was just what he needed to keep orbiting around her, the fire in his personal hearth by it awakened.
This was knowledge she both yearned and dreaded to have. Stakes were high and Morgan had never appreciated games of chance. But did she really? Now it seemed clear she had gambled on herself many a time, in ways he did not know. Like the sea, she was calm but bold. Morgan's virtue rested not on grand acts of foolhardy heroism that made headlines but on private examples of valour, solemn decisions and the kind of fortitude that comes to a woman living in a world of men.
Why should something as sublime as a kiss scare the wits of her? Was she not daring in her own way? Was she not a woman worthy of the name? If vanquished in her sentiment, Morgan would nevertheless persist. Her heart would not harden, no matter how many times men tore it apart, again and again in a wicked pastime they drained their pleasure from. A foolish stance for a lady to have, maybe, but in this vow of naΓ―vetΓ© Morgan remained ever so courageous.
And were she to die, what adieu can be more divine than that which comes in the aftermath of a kiss?
Her heels would help compensate the difference in height, at least to ease the connection. The faintest expression of permission from his part was all she needed to go forth and bring her fingertips to his jawline, seemingly offering him one last chance to dismiss her touch. Or perhaps allowing herself an extra intake of air and courage. She wanted it to be a thing of feather-like softness and candour, the embodiment of novelistic trope; a kiss he could not divorce from her person if Law, too, wished to turn it into a keepsake of her acquaintanceship for future reference.
In the present time, Morgan brushed her lips against his, not smooth but pleasant all the same, drumming hearbeat carried in her suspiring. Everything was up in the air but the anticipation which burned within. Their lips touched for a moment, for a lifetime, Morgan's respective pair drawing his bottom lip closer for a sip of something honeyed. His expression she was oblivious to as her eyes were close, so is the unspoken rule of the art as well as the unconscious desire to temporarily heighten all other senses so that moment and feeling trap themselves in each other for a long-lasting impression.
Morgan could sense the rapid emergence of her melting point. She avoided at great cost to stray from the respectful shallows of Law's kiss when her wish was that of finding support somewhere along his chest, where her hands may rest or avidly coil the fingers between the fabric of his shirt, and let the sweet, wet peck unfold into a plunge as their mouths allowed for space to accommodate the other's tongue.Β
Just like she had roused it, so should Morgan end it and seal the experience with a satisfying conclusion before it turned sour. It was time Law had a say in the matter. He could end the kissing forevermore with an admonishment Morgan would not apologise for or return the act with his own interpretation of what a kiss was, if hers proved worthy enough of repetition.
#medicusmortem#β‘ | β i run to the river and dive straight in; i pray that the water will drown out the din β { v / one piece }#β‘ | β a thousand miles down to the sea bed / found the place to rest my head β { ic }#by unsuspecting i assume you're throwing him unwillingly towards her#but with 'test' i must wonder#i swear law if this is a tactic to hurt her i'm dyeing all your clothes pink#you probably didn't mean for me to deliver a drabble
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β‘ i am still editing morganβs profile and biography doc but thought i should inform you of two changes: her default/preferred age is now 21-23 and her new voice claim is keira knightley because itβs her voice i hear when reading morganβs lines.
#β‘ | β she wants the silence but fears the solitude / she wants to be alone and together with you β { ooc }#β‘ | β she's just like the weather; can't hold her together / born from dark water β { development }
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β‘ me @ myself every time i finish writing something for you guys.
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Lamy's hands were clasped together beneath her chin, eyes wide and sparkling as she leaned close. "Morgan-san, please, would you just let me hold them?" She pleaded, referring to the intricately crafted silver flintlock pistols on the other's hips.
β‘ β‘ β‘ lamy β @mediicusvitae
Morgan's eyebrows conveyed puzzlement at the request, the lady not quite understanding what it was that Lamy cared to hold, only that it came pluralised. It could not be a piece of her person, for a fellow woman need not ask to hold another's hands, and other body parts Morgan was sure Lamy did not dare to consider. (It was not a matter of sexual desire or curiosity; it was a matter of social sensibility.) In her mind's eye, she analysed her personal effects, not thinking that a pair of heeled boots or a number of small toiletries, however posh, would solicit the luminescence ever so pleading in Lamy's amber eyes turned molten gold β eyes which were, by the way, very pretty, as Morgan had had the opportunity to conclude from gazing deeply into her brother's.
Mercifully for Morgan, a brief glimpse at her lower torso provided the answer she sought, again, sure it was not her thighs Lamy requested to hold. That was where the lady's flintlocks rested hidden from view in decent slumber. Once aware of their existence, it was easy for Lamy to know their place of rest beneath the lady's petticoat and imply them in conversation without the need of a noun. If anything, her discretion was worth of being commended and it did speak to Morgan's quiet ways.
The sudden but not unexpected interest in the old flintlocks was an easy concept to grasp, given the would-be physician's evident fondness for firearms, hers strapped to her belt not as shy. Indeed, Morgan herself would not mind a closer inspection at the craftsmanship involved, but she lacked the boldness to ask because, in her regard at least, pistols were very personal items, if only because they acted as an expansion of one's own anatomy. It would be no different than to ask Lamy to show off her undergarments, perish the thought! Not quite anecdotally for sure, Morgan did feel uneasy to bring forth her guns and put them in another's hands.Β
This hesitation was educated. Her gentle heart had never opposed to sharing; however, kindness cannot cloud sound judgment. To give Lamy control over her flintlocks and be left with none was not a charitable deed of sisterhood, it was plain imbecile.Β
As much as Morgan enjoyed Law's sister's company, a polite and intelligent young lady she was, clearly the siblings had once shared an education perhaps not all unlike the noblewoman's own, Morgan deposited no more trust in her than she did in him, for the time being at least. While her heart she had no qualms in offering, utter faith was reserved for God alone. It must be earned through friendly action and the natural passage of time, which crystalises all forces which humans put in motion, benevolent or otherwise. Though there was no clue as to a possible betrayal of what little trust Lamy had already gathered brewing in her beautiful eyes, it was best to prioritise caution. As a lady, these reservations should not be foreign to the future doctor either.
In diplomatic agreement, Morgan collected the flintlock from under the layers of fabric of her ensemble, so much for its sleep β a single pistol would do for both of them, seeing as they were exact replicas of each other. β Please be careful, it is very dear to me. β Part of me.
#mediicusvitae#β‘ | β i run to the river and dive straight in; i pray that the water will drown out the din β { v / one piece }#β‘ | β a thousand miles down to the sea bed / found the place to rest my head β { ic }#first time anyone's ever called her MORGAN-SAN#i don't think this is as good as it could be but it's surely doable#long post for ts
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