Name: MorganeNicknames: None, unless you count Skull Bearer. The only nickname I know for Morgane...

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Name: Morgane
Nicknames: None, unless you count Skull Bearer. The only nickname I know for Morgane is morg, and that’s hardly complimentary.
Zodiac: Scorpio
Height: 175cm (fuck off I’m french)
Nationality: French
Favorite Fruit: Lychees, Mangosteens and watermelon. Yay the tropics.
Favorite Season: UK autumn.
Favorite Book: Cormac McCarthy’s The Road. Hands down, no contest, everyone else go home. That book is the best book ever written in terms of pure language.
Favorite Flower: Oriental lilies. So many memories connected to those smells (my first foray into D&D and computer games)
Favorite Color: Deep blue
Favorite Animal: Spotted hyena. They rock. I hate the Lion King (bloody fascist subtext)
Dog or Cat person: Cat, but I love them both. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to care for a dog so cat it is.
Favorite Fictional Character: Crumbs, that’s a hard one. Nate is great, but I also love Rudy and Kai from my fuck-you-HP-Lovecraft series, X6, Tony Stark and- I could keep going. I still love Raistlin and Dalamar and can’t bear to list that fic as abandoned after all these years, Erik Lehnsherr is my love, I heart Tom Riddle, and frankly I could go back to Skeksil the Chamberlain from when I was five fucking years old. I don’t grow out of these guys.

Blog Created: January 2013. But it’s just been my latest hole. I’ve been in fandom since 2002.

Number of Followers: 562
Random Fact: I’m going to live in Vietnam in a month and as a result my father will only communicate with me in Vietnam war movie quotes. I hate Vietnam war movies because the erase the Vietnamese. I may have to communicate to him entirely in Vietnamese in response.

headcanonsforcompanions: Nick’s de-gloved hand

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Nick’s de-gloved hand requires careful attention, to keep from being overwhelmed by it’s sensations. It’s more receptive to hot and cold, and blunt impact reverberates up his arm. (In smaller doses, like tapping his fingers on metal, this is helpful, calming and focusing his thoughts.) A sure sign that he’s anxious is tucking his arm against his side, instinctively turning it away from you. Don’t pester him with questions about his worries, or say to “stop acting so defensive” when he does this.

This is my headcanon

thescorpioracer: I’m caught between

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I’m caught between “when the f will I use this??” and “accurate”

I’m learning Vietnamese on this thing and it’s just asked me to translate “I think my cat has nuclear weapons.” Duolingo is fucking sick.