Illegitimate Queen

A Morgana Pendragon RP blog, open to roleplays across all seasons and AUs, including other canons. I default to the end of season 4 unless otherwise specified. I'm friendlier than this theme would have you believe, so feel free to say hi or ask for a starter.

[illegitimatequeen]

Apologies for slowness. Life's been hectic lately. I'll be back on track this week.

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Nothing & Nowhere | Erik & Morgana

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The sudden voice speaking up made Erik tense up, the coins faltering in their almost dreamlike floating before abruptly falling back into his hands. He came out this far because he hadn’t expected anyone to find him here—that was the entire point. It seemed like nowhere was safe.

Gritting his teeth, he turned his gaze toward the woman with the intention of—well, he wasn’t sure what exactly. Scaring her away? Threatening to use those very same coins to kill her? If it had been anyone else, he certainly would have. For the Lady Morgana, he stared back with a look of surprise.

Erik was no one important, not a rich man and certainly not one who bumped elbows with the upper echelons of Camelot. But he would have to be blind, deaf, and stupid not to recognize the king’s ward when he saw her. Not that he knew very much about the woman beyond that. Still, it was likely a very bad idea to try and threaten the life of someone far, far more powerful than he ever thought about being.

"Nothing interesting, I assure you," he responded, tone carefully even as he watched her. He wasn’t anyone special, so perhaps she could be persuaded to leave him be. That was all he had ever wanted since coming here—since escaping imprisonment for crimes he did not commit. At best, she might go along her merry way. At worst, she might turn him over to the people who assumed him dead. And if it came down to it…

Well, survival won out. Not that he was certain it would do him any good.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, clutching the coins tightly in his hand. The smooth metal over his skin was a comfort; it always had been, since he discovered what it was that he could do. Tentatively, he reached out with his senses, but he found nothing on her that would be of use to his power. Wonderful; he might have to fight for his life with a bunch of coins.

[illegitimatequeen]

Morgana responded to the man's sudden reaction with only a smile, approaching the lake without fear, her pace lazy but controlled. "You can lower your hand. I mean you no harm." Morgana indicated his hand with an airy wave, not bothering to look at him, instead staring out at the lake.

Of course, Morgana knew he was lying, or at least bending the truth on a relative level. She had seen him use magic with her own two eyes. But Morgana would not accuse him of lying. He had every reason to be cautious, in this land without acceptance. "The lake is beautiful, is it not?" Morgana stared out at the body of water. "It is Avalon, one of the last, greatest symbols of the Old Religion left to us. Home of the Sidhe, and land of eternal youth. Its power is only surpassed by the Isle of the Blessed."

Morgana examined her hand as though it were the most interesting thing in the world. "As a remnant of the Old Religion, it is my duty as High Priestess to keep it safe." And with that, Morgana looked at the man for the first time. "So in truth, it should be I that is asking you what I owe the pleasure to, sorcerer. You stand before Morgana Pendragon, the last High Priestess of the Old Religion, with magic in your veins and fear in your heart. And so I ask you." Morgana smirked. "What would you ask of me?"

[illegitimatequeen]

Time Sickness

[scarletwitchboy]

This wasn’t what he’d had in mind and not for the first time, Billy found himself wondering just how far his magic truly extended.  There had been questions and fears from the Avengers and even his own teammates and it wasn’t the first time Billy had so many ‘what ifs’ running through his head.

The answer, obviously, was to see just where those what ifs led.  It was a pointless exercise really.  What good could really come of browsing through the multi-verse, pulling up images of times in the past, the present, and the future of a thousand different timelines?  There were so many different possibilities and so many different worlds.  Of course they’d all exist somewhere.  

Still, Billy had to see.

Only browsing the multi-verse was such a random thing and as much as Billy tried to focus on worlds and times relevant to him, other places swam into view from time to time, drawing the boy’s eyes towards fantastic or horrifying sites that had nothing to do with him.

It was a medieval time that he drew up now, lips quirking up in a faint smile at knights on horseback, daring battles, Kings and Queens and even a touch of magic here and there.  History of his own universe or another one, he couldn’t be sure.  

"Wait a minute, is that…?" he started, shifting his hands as if to draw the image closer, trying to get a clearer look at the banner those knights were flying.  A golden dragon on a red background and Billy was suddenly grinning at the mere idea of King Arthur’s history playing out right there before him.

It was so cool.  And it was a fleeting, whimsical wish — just an idea really of what it might be like to visit such a land.  Suddenly his magic was surging up, already caught in the powerful spell, and reacting so very, very easily.  It filled his vision with sheer blue light and Billy rocked back, trying to release the spell but it was too late.

Next thing he knew, he was sitting cross-legged on a rocky field, a hand pressed to his suddenly aching head as the world swam before him.  Billy shifted, stumbling to his feet, cape drifting in the gentle wind.

"Uh…" was his unintelligible remark as he stared out at the unfamiliar landscape before him.  The sound of pounding hooves whipped him around and thre were those familiar banners again.  The only thing that could put a damper on his sudden fanboy glee was the gleaming weapons they had drawn and as they drove this horses straight towards him.  

Before Billy could even make a sound, dirt was suddenly expoding beneath them, throwing horses and riders alike through the air only to land with sickening crunches and Billy felt his stomach twist along with them.  ”Oh god…”

And then another horse from behind and Billy whipped himself around, hands at the ready before him.  But this woman was flying no banner and she sat tall on her own horse, looking down at him with an unnerving calmness considering what had just happened.

"Wait, did you do that?” he demanded, looking back at the bodies.  One man was moaning in pain, his leg twisted the wrong way, bone protruding through flesh and Billy felt like he was going to be sick.  ”They’ll die if we leave them here.”  And right now, Billy didn’t care at all for her need for haste.  

And Billy was not a killer.  Maybe it was a bit too idealistic for him, considering the man had clearly been moving in to attack, but if he’d just calmed them down and explained, they could have backed down.   

[illegitimatequeen]

Morgana didn't know what she'd expected, but she hadn't expected this. Hadn't expected this blatantly weak show of concern for the guards who would have seen the boy dead. It was like looking at herself from many years ago. Innocent, naive, always willing to see the good in people. It hadn't ended well for her.

"Yes, I did. You're welcome." Morgana didn't look at the boy, instead glancing out at her handiwork with indifference. Arthur was scraping the bottom of the barrel if these fools passed for knights. Glancing back at the boy as he spoke, Morgana blinked once, staring at him with far more interest than she afforded the dead and dying knights.

"Indeed they will," she agreed, doing nothing to help the men. Did he want to heal them? Worse, did he want her to heal them? "Have you never heard of Camelot?" she asked with a smile. "Magic's prohibited, on pain of death. These men would have happily killed you just because you were born with magic in your blood and power beyond their understanding." Morgana slowly shook her head, a brief, cruel smile twisting her features. "They will never understand you."

Looking at the surviving knights one last time, Morgana spoke as her eyes flickered from green to gold, then back to green. "Ic þe þurhhæle þin licsare." Immediately the wounds, severe and minor, on every surviving horse and rider healed, bone knitting together as it returned to its proper position on the body, their pain likely abated by the curative properties of the spell as well. "Go on then," Morgana said, staring at the stirring guards while shaking off the toll the spell had taken on her. "See how understanding they are."

[illegitimatequeen]

Fire and Ice

[liraztheseraph-archive-blog]

Liraz gasped for air and she rest her head against her sword arm for a moment. When the woman spoke her head bolted up towards her. She was getting too tired for this. Her reflexes had slowed considerably if she wasn’t able to keep herself prepared for this. With torn pants and scratched armor, she probably didn’t look much like a threat, either. The sword, though, was in pristine condition and shone when Liraz held it up in her defense. It took her another moment to stand and face the stranger.

"What do you know of the Knights of Camelot?" she asked. Her own eyes glanced to the horizon when Morgana’s did. "And what do you care of my wounds? I don’t know you strange woman, and how am I to know that you’ll make good on your word. For all I know, you’ll kill me just as well as they would." Liraz had to ponder her options, though.

If she stayed, the knights would surely catch up and she would be dead. If this strange, half-crazed woman was their ally and Liraz went with her, she would be dead. But if this woman was really an ally of Camelot, why not just kill her on sight? She looked to be unarmed and magic was illegal. But maybe that was what she was here for. Liraz had heard bits of talk in her albeit short stay in Camelot. Was this the woman of rumors? The king’s ward that they sought revenge on?

"Give me a good reason to trust you and I will."

[illegitimatequeen]

The poor girl was at her limit. Morgana felt a surge of sympathy form as a lump in her throat at the same time that characteristic anger came to the fore. So even people with unusual features were being derided as creatures of magic and slaughtered en masse. Disgusting. Arthur deserved to die for what he'd done to this girl alone.

"I've had a few..." Morgana examined her chipped nails with dissonant interest as she tried to come up with the right description. "Interesting encounters with the knights of Camelot." Morgana smiled at nothing in particular, her eye contact flitting back and forth between the winged girl and other objects at random. "They're not as tough as they'd have you think."

The girl was wary. Understandably so. Having the knights of Camelot as one's welcoming procession left a lot to be desired. Nonetheless, Morgana let out a low chuckle at the brief exhibition of paranoia. "You underestimate me, my lady. You barely have the strength to stand. If I wished to kill you would you not be dead?" Raising her head high, Morgana stiffened. The sounds of hooves in the distance. The knights were coming.

"My name is Morgana. Any enemy of Camelot is a friend of mine. Now how still. We don't have much time. Ic hæle þina þrowunga," Morgana extended her hand as her eyes flashed gold. A relatively powerful healing spell with a short incantation, the spell would dispel her exhaustion and speed up the healing process on her physical wounds greatly. Lowering her hand, Morgana retreated towards her horse, looking back over her shoulder before turning around entirely. "Come. We don't have much time. Unless..." The right side of Morgana's mouth turned up in a smirk. "You wish to take your revenge upon those who would see you dead." Oh, how Morgana hoped she did.

[illegitimatequeen]

I have room for a couple more RPs in my life, so I'll write a starter for the first two people to like this post. Send me a message after liking it if you'd prefer a Morgana that's not from season 4. Don't be shy.

[illegitimatequeen]

Time Sickness

Morgana had sensed it well before she had seen it. Powerful magic at work, possibly more powerful than she had ever seen. It even rivaled Emrys' in intensity. The ripple effect of the spell had shaken her to her core, and for a brief moment she had been sure she would fall off her horse.

Fortunately for her- and also for the source of the magic, as it turned out- she had not, and so the High Priestess had sent her horse galloping towards the spell's origin point, arriving at a high vantage point within seconds.

Blue light arced through the air like chain lightning all around the boy below. He appeared to be conscious; mostly lucid, but slightly disoriented. Morgana was about to make her way down to get a closer look when the furious pounding of hooves on earth. Raising her head, Morgana saw the red and gold coloring the signaled the approach of the knights of Camelot. Descending the rocky path, picking up the sorcerer, and riding away before the knights came upon them would be a lengthy process, and full of risk. The knights had their weapons drawn. They knew this boy had magic.

That left only one option.

Morgana extended her hand out over the edge of the ledge, palm down, lips curling up into a vicious smile.

And the the ground exploded.

Earth, dust, and flora was thrown up by the force of the blast, horses sent flying as it continued to ripple outwards, riders cast from their airborne mounts before both came to rest with a series of thuds and cracks.

Morgana felt a pang of regret for the beautiful stallions and mares she had injured or killed, but it was a necessary evil. They would be free of their oppressive masters now, and Morgana would be free to talk to this potential new ally without being subject to swords and crossbow bolts.

"You're not from around here," Morgana remarked as her horse lazily cantered to the boy's side. Indeed, between the cape and the headgear, it was obvious that he was not even of this land. Perhaps an accidental teleportation spell had taken him in from overseas. "We should make haste. There will be more knights soon." Ever vigilant and ever paranoid, Morgana scanned the horizon for further threats. They were safe, but that would not last long.

[illegitimatequeen]

I decided to do a gizoogled confession towards Merlin just for my own fun, but it came out so very perfect that I had to share it with you, my beloved thirty followers.

I don't give a fuck bout you Merlin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yo ass poisoned me, fucked up mah plans, saved Arthurz game, capped mah sister, fucked up mo' of mah plans, n' made shizzle Guinevere ascended ta tha throne of Camelot. Yo ass sicken mah dirty ass. Yo ass be a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disgrace ta sorcerers all across tha land wit how tha fuck you lick tha bootz of a mackdaddy dat aint NEVER gonna KNOW you, n' yo ass is preventin tha return of magic ta Camelot. I once considered you a gangbangin' playa yo, but now I would happily peep you dead as fuckin fried chicken.

[illegitimatequeen]

"No. You’re just a mass murderer."

Morgana tried to put on a brave face, but her lower lip quivered and she could feel tears forming even as she furiously blinked them away. “Funny how Uther killed many more people than I did, but he was a king.” Her voice cracked, choked with emotion from beginning to end.

[frommemetoyou]

SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING SENTENCES

DEATH NOTE VERSION

"I just can’t stand it when someone’s cell phone rings when I’m talking. "

"So, come on! Kill me if you can!"

"Justice will, without fail, prevail."

"Let’s value our lives."

”___ is childish and he hates losing… I’m also childish and hate losing.”

"Let’s show him… that the good guys always win."

"In the end, I’ll win."

"This isn’t divine judgment. It’s the work of some childish killer."

"He who moves first always wins."

"I just can’t sit any other way than this."

"I don’t like his style… it’s not like mine at all."

"I’m a… pervert?"

"Will you be eating that cake?…"

"Say what you want, but I will be taking the cake."

"Why are you staring at me? Are you annoyed that I am the only one who has cake?"

"I’ll fall in love with you?"

"My number of friends has increased yet again."

"It proves that he is becoming rather desperate."

"You look so mad. I thought you might want some cake, too."

"However gifted you are, you alone can’t change the world."

"I guess it’s time to say, farewell…"

"I am… JUSTICE!!!"

"I am God!"

"I will erase him."

"The real battle starts now."

"She has to be eliminated."

"I’ll make you trust me. And when you’ve told me everything I need to know, I’ll kill you."

"You can’t ever win if you’re always on the defensive. To win, you have to attack."

"For murderers, there is no good or evil. I know that."

"I won… just as planned."

"In every world, the gods always make the rules. You will fall before my fake rules and, for the sin of going against the new world’s God, die."

"I am going to be the God of the new world."

"There are a lot of stupid people out there."

"I must protect my fledging utopia."

"This is my win, ___."

"DON’T COME NEAR ME! Kill them! Someone kill them!"

"Why are you looking at me? It’s not me."

"What do you mean? In layman’s terms…"

"What was it all for then!? What about your father, what the hell did he die for!?"

"I’ll live my own way."

"In the end there is no greater motivation than revenge."

"No kidding. So you’ve got no choice but to listen to us."

”___, you say clever things.”

"Our goal is the same. I’ll wait for you there."

"I hate evil & love justice. I do not consider the police as my enemies but as my allies against evil."

"You just want to see me pee again, YOU PERVERT!"

"What do you mean I "use my sexual charm"!?"

"You can’t buy peace or love with money."

"I don’t even use the Internet…" 

"Eating sweets makes you fat."

"I’m satisfied with just being used by you. Trust me."

"There’s no way I’ll stand for you seeing other girls. If I see that, I’ll kill them."

"If you cannot win at the game, if you cannot solve the puzzle, you are just another loser."

"Things are getting interesting now."

"You, who’ve taken on his name, have managed — well, nothing."

"I don’t know what to say. Now, I think it’s just best to observe closely."

"Don’t make me repeat the same thing many times."

"What an obvious lie he is telling."

"You said she’s smart but it only means she got high marks, and she’s actually a stupid woman."

"I’ve wanted to make him taste his own pathetic failure with all my heart."

"No. You’re just a mass murderer."

"It’s over. You’ve lost the game."

"Humans are such ugly creatures." 

"Humans are… so much fun."

"I feel like I’m in a sitcom."

"That was worth an Academy Award."

"Humans are hilarious."

"Hey, all it did was go around in a full circle."

"Sorry, but… believe it or not, I’m a male too…"

"Hehe. A disaster—struck family playing a happy—homey family… This show is funny."

"Heh. Are those the eyes of a man in love?"

"I will not succumb to evil."

"The real evil is the power to kill people."

"No…anything obtained by killing people can never bring true happiness."

[samanthasgroves1deac]

The Vampire Diaries characters + alignments

[centricismicons-blog]

send a ‘✌'  for a gizoogled confession.

[illegitimatequeen]

A snowball came flying from above, aimed straight for the woman's face.

The snowball hit Morgana dead in the face, and she brushed the snow off, closing her eyes in an attempt to mask her frustration.

"Who threw that? I’m a High Priestess of the Old Religion, not your plaything."

[memoryofwinter]

"You’d have to catch me first!" he announced with a laugh, the wind carrying the sound all across the forest.  Jack was as much a part of nature as it was of him.

"But I thought the High Priestess was usually on friendlier terms with spirits," he mused aloud, eyes alight with curiosity as he looked over the young woman.  He’d never met any of these priestesses in person — he’d always been more interested in the common folk than anyone else.  Not to mention the little fact Jack was a bit of a rogue spirit as far as the Winter Court was concerned. 

[illegitimatequeen]

As f Morgana needed to catch him when she could simply incapacitate him with magic and be on her way. Clearly the boy was delusional. ...Or perhaps not, judging by what he said next.

Morgana turned around with a smile, intrigued now. "We are when they don't throw snowballs at us." Craning her neck to look up, Morgana could see it now. The unnaturally white hair and pale complexion. Boys didn't just wander this deep into the woods and stay this lively. "So you're a creature of the Old Religion?"

[deathology]

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[wolfrider-ruavi]

Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

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Nothing & Nowhere | Erik & Morgana

Inside the city walls, Erik didn’t get much of a chance to use his power as he would have liked. Camelot wasn’t like home, where people would have overlooked his abilities if it meant getting a decent sword made or some armor repaired. Magic was frowned upon, yes, but not punishable by death. But hiding after so long got tiresome. He wasn’t quite sure how Merlin had handled it for so long without losing his mind.

But then, he had to. Being a sorcerer in the king’s court must have been nerve-wrecking. The boy had guts.

He needed to get away sometimes, have a chance to actually use his power. His father had been a big believer of keeping ones skills sharp, or else they would be lost forever, and Erik found himself thinking the same way. If he didn’t practice, then the time might come that he would lose what he could do forever—and he could only do so little to start with. Erik was not a talented sorcerer, and his magic was ridiculously limited.

He’d rode outside of the town to the woods, stopping close to where he had months ago when he had been on the run. If anyone in the city recognized him as a wanted man, they had yet to inform his former captors. He sincerely hoped they never would. Next time, they might not wait a bit too long to execute him. They might do it on the spot.

Erik liked the spot by the lake; there was something almost mystical about the setting—soothing. He stared across the water with his palm outstretched, letting the coins from his purse float lazily in the air above his fingers.

[illegitimatequeen]

Much of what had made Morgana herself had changed in the last eight years, but one trait that had endured through the years remained; her love for nature. Even as the king's ward, with almost anything she could have ever wanted within reach, Morgana found the woods and wild lands of Camelot far more enticing than the stale stone graveyard that held her within its walls.

As she had developed both her personality and her powers, she had come to know why. She had been destined to become a High Priestess of the Old Religion, a woman attuned to nature and all those within. Morgana had given up on the luxuries of Camelot, for they were pointless if they were built high on the corpses of her kind.

As she traipsed through the woods, light as air, what would be obstacles to the masses beautiful pieces of furniture to her, Morgana sensed the familiar crackle and burn of magic nearby.

Things had changed recently. Magic was tolerated. Tolerated. Like a disease that would pass or a wound that would heal, it was tolerated. But it was not accepted. Was not loved. Magic hadn't returned to Camelot. It had merely been given a small memorial out of sight.

In the clearing by the lake, Morgana found him. A tall man, manipulating coins to float just above his fingers. A trick many blossoming sorcerers discovered early on, and one Morgana had taken great joy in while her beloved sister had been teaching her magic. In the depths of her hatred, Morgana felt a rare surge of warmth. Of positive emotion.

Stepping out from her vantage point, Morgana made a low hum that progressed to a higher pitched, questioning sound. "What do we have here? Another sorcerer?" Morgana smiled, eyes wide with both wonder and ideas. If he felt the need to practice his magic in private, perhaps he hated Camelot as much as she did.

Perhaps he could be swayed to her side.

[illegitimatequeen]

Fire and Ice

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Liraz was tearing across the ground, trying to get away. She was too exhausted - without enough pain for magic - to conceal her wings. Well, she might have had enough pain, but not near enough concentration to use it well. Her wings were leaving a trail of sparks behind her and she was sure that she could hear the sound of horses from the knights. With one wing too injured to fly, she was forced to run. The back of her shirt was torn and blood seeped through.

She was kidding herself. She couldn’t hear horses. The knights had come after her when they saw her sword and armor and sought to strike her down. The blow to her back had incapacitated her momentarily. 

Liraz’s head swam and part of her wanted to stop, to take a moment to breath. She couldn’t feel the pain from her wound, but she was sure that once the adrenaline wore off, she would. The seraph stopped and took a knee, drawing her sword.

From this position, she’d be able to stand quickly and to defend herself against an attacker. She hoped she wouldn’t need to, though. At least she couldn’t hear horses, she thought. She was out of range for now, but she was not sure how long that might last.

Oh how she wished to be home in Eretz, with her legion, her brothers. She could drop in the barracks and sleep away this wound and the pain. The Misbegotten would see to it that she wouldn’t be harmed further until she could fly again. Oh how she wished to be home.

[illegitimatequeen]

Elegantly dismounting her horse, Morgana felt her feet touch dusty earth, throwing up clouds and staining the tips of her shoes a dull brown. Perhaps half a decade ago she would have cared, but appearance meant little to Morgana anymore. She was no longer a lady, no longer the king's ward. To tread through dust and mud for a potential ally was nothing.

She likely looked like quite the sight, approaching the winged woman with wild, unkempt hair being blown back in the wind, a long, ragged black dress covering her from neck to ankles, and a small smile on her face, combined with wide eyes making her appear less than stable. Nonetheless, Morgana meant the woman no harm.

Stopping near her, Morgana placed a palm flat on a nearby tree and slowly paced around it, looking down at the woman. "Those wounds come from the Knights of Camelot, do they not?" Morgana looked away, glancing off to the horizon to see if Arthur's entourage was coming. If not, they would be soon. "I'll have you know they're no friends of mine. Perhaps we can be of use to one another." Her gaze became a little less manic, despite her bloodthirsty appreciation of dead knights. "I can heal your wounds, and we can rain vengeance down upon on our mutual enemy."

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