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indie morgana pendragon. written by lottie

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       so i’ve been resisting the urge to do this for a while now because my daughter deserves her own blog, but i just don’t have the time to manage this blog and my two others so i’m moving morgana back to my multimuse. all threads will be moved back there <3

[dollopheads]

People talk about us in mere tragedy, as if all we did was hurt and crack and break

But all I remember are crow’s feet at the corner of your eyes and laugh lines that feel like the gravity of the universe.

Inspired by (x)

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DETECTIVE JONES.

Arms crossed over his chest, the detective leant against his desk, suddenly unperturbed by the coffee that was rapidly cooling behind him. With one last lingering mournful look at his lost chance of caffeine, Killian stepped forward, hushing the lass in front of him with whispered word of warning. “Aye, but its not that simple. Say I listen, love … that for a moment I take you seriously and put me job on the line all for something you say is true.” Teeth chewed at the inside of one cheek as he mulled it over, shaking his head. He would give in, the quest for truth was too good of a chance to pass up - the hero complex his boss often accused him of having was revving itself up in full force.

Bloody hell.

Steering her away from the crowded department, letting the silence stretch between them until they had made it outside, Killian let out a sigh, one hand reaching to scratch behind one ear as he shrugged his shoulders in defeat. “This is bigger than a bloody simple arrest, Morgana. Christ, you have to know that. My job, my future - Jesus, yours too - its all on the line here.” Teeth chewed on the edge of one lip as blue eyes studied her, gaze never straying from her own. Christ. “Aye, alright … tell me what you know. If we’re gonna do this we may as well do it right, yeah?”

     ‟ And what about what’s right? Isn’t that on the line? ” Her gaze was unrelenting in its intensity as she watched his inner struggle play out, as though hoping that the scrutiny might influence his decision for the better. In her mind, there was no decision to be made here; esteemed reputation or future be damned, Morgana would see justice brought to her guardian if it was the very last thing she did. To her, any collateral damage resulting from her actions was ultimately for the greater good.

      Perhaps it was a reckless way of thinking, but Morgana had endured his treatment of others ( and of her ) for too long.

      Letting Killian guide her out of the building, her patience slowly wearing thin, Morgana was all but ready to give up her attempts to persuade him when he finally relented. Trying to hide the sudden wave of relief that washed over her, she straightened up, a determined gleam in her eyes. ‟ He hides very little from me, but he hides even less from his son, Arthur. His is the testimony we’ll need if we’re to get Uther sent down: he’ll be more afraid to publicly discredit his own son and heir to the family fortune than he would me. ” It was an uncomfortable reality, but a reality nonetheless. Veering down this path could easily prove her utter ruin as a media darling, knowing how dirty Uther’s tactics often were. ‟ I also believe he has several of your colleagues on his books, though I’m not sure which ones. ”

[katiemcgrath]

Modern Morgana Pendragon aesthetic

‘Morgana… Don’t take this the wrong way but are you ‘Mary from Scuntthorpe’?’ ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ ‘Morgana, you have to stop ‘anonymously’ tweeting hate to Trump, nobody signs off their tweets. And later, please try not to call the the prime minister a ‘twat’ to her face. Again.’ 

2/3 of these titles are references to Morgan le Fay’s close relations in the legends, Cornwall, England, for her parents, Igraine & Gorlois of Cornwall, Orkney, Scotland, for her sister Morgause, Amargh, Northern Ireland, for C.Morgan

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ARTHUR‌.

                arthur’s heart jumped into his throat and he had to fight the urge to rush over and embrace his sister, wrapping her in his arms and keeping her safe from the world. but he had realized long ago that it was far too late for that – he had failed her. he had let the corruption of magic take hold of her, twisting her kind heart into something far less kind.

                how foolish was he to go through with this? he was talking to morgana. an enemy of his people. someone who wanted to watch camelot burn. someone who wanted to kill him and his father. he wasn’t going to overlook that as easily as she would think.

                as his father acted in a blind rage against arthur’s half sister, arthur had plenty of time to think to himself about the situation – about magic, and about camelot and magic. he often thought back to when morgana was still around, the nights that they would play hide and seek in the castle, trying not to get caught by the guards. there’s no way that magic can destroy that part of her, is there? there must still be some morgana left over that he knows and loves.

                through all of his thinking, he had come to the conclusion that he is not his father, he is far more just, and compassionate. after all, he was here, was he not? he had enough courage not to stand up against morgana, but to hear her out, and attempt to perhaps stand with her. for the first time in his life, he was questioning something his father said – and that was terrifying for him.

                “——— of course he’s heartbroken,” he replied solemnly, “as am i.” he had to think of something to say, anything that could possibly explain  what he wanted to accomplish here.

                                 “i’m… i’m sorry for what my father has done.”

       She wondered what was going through his mind as he stood there, face to face with her for the first time since the extent of her deception had been revealed to Camelot’s court. She wondered how betrayed he felt at discovering that she had been plotting to overthrow the kingdom all this time, how hurt he felt, how angry at the fact that Uther had kept the circumstances of her birth as much a secret from him as he had from her. 

      Yet as much as she willed herself to feel pleasure at the thought of causing him so much pain, Morgana found that it rang hollow. Every time, she was reminded of how they had played as children, how they had trained together and been as close as two siblings ought to be. There had been a day, not long ago, where she would have gladly fought to the death to protect him and, despite all that had happened, that part of her remained, buried underneath months of pain and fear and anguish.

      ‟ Sorry enough to continue persecuting my kind in his name. ” She started forward, seized by sudden rage -- but stopped herself as she reached him. It wasn’t an entirely fair statement; sorcerers had not been executed so ruthlessly as they had been when Uther had ruled as king. While still only the regent prince, Arthur was already proving himself to be more just than his father had ever been. But it was easier for Morgana to justify her feelings if she could blame them both, and spew her venom appropriately. 

       ‟ All those years you rounded up those who practiced magic and let Uther execute them. Their blood is on your hands as well as his, Arthur. ”

[hecticmelancholy]

MERLIN CAST Radio Times (2012)

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ARTHUR‌.

plotted started for @damnedconsequences – ;

                THE SUN WAS JUST ABOUT peeking over the horizon when arthur had reached the spot where he was supposed to meet his half sister. it had been at least a couple years since he had seen her, and to say the least : he was worried. yes, there had been some… misunderstandings. but, they had spent almost all of their childhood together. in lessons, in the garden, at the table during dinners. when she left, a part of arthur left. and although the prince felt conflicted about her use of magic, she was still his friend.                 he had come alone, just as she had requested in her letters to him. he was scared of what this meeting would bring - would it reveal an unbreakable bond, or a new scar? only time will tell. arthur surveyed the clearing one last time before coming down from off his horse and tying the stallion to a nearby tree.

                he heard a twig snap behind him. he swirled around, hand on his sword. after all, as sincere as morgana may have seemed in her letters, this may be just another plot to assassinate him.                                                  “——–morgana…?”

       Life as an exile was a far cry from the luxury Morgana had been accustomed to all these years and, worse still, it ultimately functioned as yet another reminder of her failed attempt to usurp the throne from Uther and take her rightful place as queen. All thanks to Arthur, who had rallied a band of men and taken the castle back from her. She should have hated him for denying her what was hers, but for all the anger she carried, for all that she had been prepared to bury a knife in his back during this little arranged meeting, her feelings towards him weren’t quite that simple.

       She still remembered the happier times. She remembered how he had cared when she had been taken by Morgause. And, much to her chagrin, she remembered what a noble and just prince he had proven himself to be.

       But not just enough to restore the rights of magic users in his father’s kingdom.

       Her gaze tracked him like a hawk as he whirled on his heel, noticing the way his hand moved to his sword. After all this time, he was still foolish. If she wanted to kill him, there would be nothing that his blade could do to stop her. He was exposed, alone, and that was exactly how she wanted him.

      ‟ I’m surprised you came. ” Her voice came out softer than she had been intending, and she chastised herself, steeling her expression into one of ice. He was the enemy of her people, just like his father. That was what her dear sister Morgause had told her, what she needed to remember now that the older high priestess was gone from this world. ‟ How fares the king? Heartbroken, I hope. ”

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      She had to do something. The magic that had sparked one of her curtains on fire and caused her guardian to panic for her safety couldn’t be allowed to happen again. It isn’t something to be afraid of. She remembered the words of the druids who had taken her in after she’d fled Camelot, remembered their reassurances that everything she had ever been told about magic wasn’t true. It wasn’t inherently evil -- perhaps one day it might even be a force for good. But the only way Morgana could help bring that day about was if she gained a handle on what was happening to her. Gaius wouldn’t help. She was in this on her own.

      So here she sat at her table, focusing hard on the candle that stood on its surface, trying to tap into whatever force lay within her to make the flame rise just as it had on that other night. She needed to be able to control it, to be able to summon it at will rather than letting it control her and risk exposure to the whole court. Uther would not spare any of his limited mercy. Were her powers discovered, she would face execution the same as anyone else.

      Concentrating and concentrating, after what seemed like an age her efforts finally bore fruit. She felt the power course through her, saw the flame flicker upwards, and was about to draw an inward sigh of relief when she heard the door to her chambers creak open. Panicking, her magic flared again, the flame extinguished and candlestick clattered to the floor. As she turned, the eyes she met were the very last she had wanted to catch her in this position.

       ‟ Arthur... ” Her voice cracked slightly as she rose from her chair and began moving towards him. ‟ Arthur, this isn’t what it looks like... ”

@pratsire

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      okay so I still do have starters to get around to on this blog, but I really do feel like I need to establish some plotted out dynamics/threads over here simply because this isn’t my main writing focus. so while I am planning on messaging those who liked my starter call, you can also consider this a plotting call! 

      one thing to bear in mind is that, while I am obviously very eager to write in Morgana’s canon verse, I do have a fair few AUs up on my verses page, including a modern verse, so I am more than willing to push her into other universes!

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i love all the blogs you have lottie!!

      GINA <333 asdjfsjdk you are always so so sweet thank you so much!!

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me: i love plots where morgana doesn’t actually turn evil also me: lives and breathes threads where morgana gets to be the Villain

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       ‟ I know you want to arrest him more than anyone. And finally expose him for the tyrannical bigot that I know he is. ” Going to the police was a risky idea, she knew; there was every chance that Uther had a number of London’s officers on his books, paying them to cover up the extent of his corruption within Westminster ( that was surely the only reason why he’d been allowed to get away with it for this long ). But Detective Jones had seemed like one of the few who wasn’t in her guardian’s pocket, and perhaps that was all she needed to finally get some justice after all. ‟ I am the only one who knows Uther well enough to know how you can do it. ”

@piraticalwit

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     ‟ The ruins of Camelot would be quite the find for you I’m sure, Professor. ” She had not visited them in hundreds of years, but they were still there. Still ruined and hidden and deserted and her birthright. A birthright that would one day flourish under her leadership, not Arthur’s as the prophecy foretold. This American explorer had no right to even step foot there, let alone take excavated artefacts from it to display in some museum -- but knowing that was what he sought mean that at least she could put a stop to it. There was a reason, after all, over all these years that Camelot had remained a mere myth. ‟ I suppose you can say that I also have a fascination with the myth. ”

@whysnakes

[itsallyouhavegotinsideyourhead]

Pendragon siblings being done with their father

[damnedconsequences-blog]

      okay so I still do have starters to get around to on this blog, but I really do feel like I need to establish some plotted out dynamics/threads over here simply because this isn’t my main writing focus. so while I am planning on messaging those who liked my starter call, you can also consider this a plotting call! 

      one thing to bear in mind is that, while I am obviously very eager to write in Morgana’s canon verse, I do have a fair few AUs up on my verses page, including a modern verse, so I am more than willing to push her into other universes!

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MERLIN‌.

        for a moment he thinks he has made a FATAL mistake.  the fear that he glimpses in her eyes,  the sudden step away from him  -  as if he would harm her somehow.  but merlin doesn’t blame her,  after all,  a revelation such as this was a deadly one within the walls of camelot.  nothing but a simple nod follows her whisper,  the flame extinguishing from his palm as he returns his hand by his side.  it takes a moment for him to finally meet her eyes again,  frown etched upon wary features as he regards her.

        ❛  i’m in danger no matter where i go.  at least here,  in camelot,  i can do something worthwhile,  ❜  he’s well aware that his answer is far from satisfying but how could he tell her of all the prophecies and DESTINY and the fact that he seeks advice from a dragon deep within camelot’s vaults ?  if morgana didn’t think him strange before,  he was almost certain she would do so now.  ❛  i want arthur to see that magic isn’t pure evil,  that it can be used for good.  and maybe,  when he becomes king,  people like us won’t have to hide anymore,  ❜  there’s a small amount of hesitation as he glances at her,  a glimmer of fear in his eyes as he thinks of the consequences of this reveal,  ❛  you won’t…  tell anyone,  will you ?  ❜

     She watched him with bated breath, paying close attention to every slight twitch of his features, waiting for a response that would SURELY answer all of the questions frantically whirling around in her mind. Yet, when Merlin finally did speak, Morgana was only left with more questions. Why come to Camelot when he could have stayed in a kingdom where sorcery was practiced freely? How many times had he used magic in secret, with the rest of them none the wiser? What purpose did he believe he was fulfilling by being here? It almost made her head hurt, and it was only the uncertainty and fear in his next words that snapped her out of it. She shook her head almost immediately.

       ‟ No. No, Merlin. Your secret is safe with me. ” He had kept her secret and now she would keep his. Whether she was fully aware of the implications just yet, the two of them were bonded now. Merlin was perhaps the only person in this world who could understand what she was going through, what it was like to have your very existence considered a CRIME. Taking a moment to consider everything she had just heard, a hesitant edge crept into her voice as she spoke again. ‟ Do you really think Arthur’s opinion on magic can be changed? ” He was a good man, yes. Morgana had always seen that. But he had been raised to loathe magic in the same way that his father did.

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