#bbc morgana

[gabstriessomethingnew]

If I start editing, I wouldn’t tell anyone but there would be signs… i.e an edit of Morgana Pendragon to this song where Uther and Arthur start blending into one person as she looses her mind more and more to the mess of the Pendragon’s genocide.

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agravaine, watching morgana: Ah yes. The mysterious and beautiful Morgana, so demure… agravaine: …I wonder what sort of melodic sounds this wonderful being makes?

morgana: *screaming*

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Peut-être que c'est elle qui lui a dit "Retourne-toi !" 🖼️🔥 Portrait of a Lady on Fire, but make it morgwen

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Merlin prompt:

Emrys could be anyone. In one universe, that destiny was set on the shoulders of a young boy called Merlin. But there are always a great many born with magic to choose from. This story is about if Morgana was chosen to be the greatest warlock to ever walk the earth — Emrys — to unite Albion with the Once and Future King.

And of that young boy, Merlin — he was chosen to be the evil witch of this story.

[tiodolma]

Good for You feat. Merlin and Morgana

[MERLIN – FIRES OF IDIRSHOLAS] So you found a place where the grass is greener And you jumped the fence to the other side Is it good? Are they giving you a world I could never provide? Well I hope you're proud of your big decision Yeah, I hope it's all that you want and more Now you're free from the agonizing life you were living before And you say what you need to say So that you get to walk away It would kill you to have to stay trapped When you've got something new Well I'm sorry you had it rough And I'm sorry I'm not enough Thank God they rescued you [MERLIN START OF S3] So you got what you always wanted So you got your dream come true Good for you Good for you, you, you

Got a taste of a life so perfect So you did what you had to do Good for you Good for you

[MORGANA START OF S3] Does it cross your mind to be slightly sorry? Do you even care that you might be wrong? Was it fun? Well I hope you had a blast while you dragged me along And you say what you need to say And you play who you need to play And if somebody's in your way Crush them and leave them behind Well I guess if I'm not of use Go ahead, you can cut me loose Go ahead now, I won't mind [MERLIN END OF S3] I'll shut my mouth and I'll let you go Is that good for you? Would that be good for you, you, you?

I'll just sit back while you run the show Is that good for you? Would that be good for you, you, you?

[MORGANA START OF S4] I'll shut my mouth and I'll let you go Is that good for you? Would that ​be good for you ​you, you? I'll just sit back while you run ​the show Is that good for you? Good for you? [MORGANA S4-S5] All I need is some time to think But the boat is about to sink Can't erase what I wrote in ink Tell me how could I change the story?

[MERLIN S4-S5] All the words that I can't take back Like a train coming off the track 'Cause the rails and the bolts all crack I've got to find a way to Stop it, stop it! Just let me out!

[MORGANA S5] So you got what you always wanted So you got your dream come true Good for you Good for you, you, you

[MERLIN S5] Got a taste of a life so perfect Now you say that you're someone new Good for you Good for you Good for you Good for you

[MERLIN AND MORGANA S5] So you got what you always wanted!

[tiodolma]

it's 2026 and ya'll are still not immune to propaganda

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The merthur microfic prompt this week is Exile but ofc I wrote morgwen instead

“The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth” – African Proverb

Gwen had always thought exile was supposed to feel dramatic – a proclamation, banishment, slamming gates – something final and public. Something that everyone could point to and name.

She had never thought it would feel like this. God, not like this.

Not Morgana standing three feet away in the council chambers while feeling impossibly distant. Not learning to speak around each other instead of to each other. And certainly not this silence that seemed to settle where their voices and laughter used to live.

There was a time not that long ago when she noticed every shift in Morgana’s expression and could predict what she was about to do. A twitch of her mouth before a cutting remark, the particular tightness of her jaw and the wrinkle in her brow when she was frightened in front of the others and would rather die than admit it aloud.

She used to be the only person Morgana would let in – the only one Morgana was ever willing to truly reach out for.

Now, standing just behind where Morgana – Queen Morgana – sits on the throne, she realizes with sudden, sickening clarity, I could have stopped this.

Not entirely. Perhaps not even enough to have made a difference. But she could have stayed.

Because that was the beginning of it, wasn’t it? Evenings in Morgana’s chambers growing shorter, conversations interrupted because Arthur might be free elsewhere. Feasts where Merlin, Arthur, and Gwen leaned toward one another in easy conversation while Morgana sat just outside it all, smiling too brightly, sitting to stiffly. Gaius, insisting Morgana needed more potions, deeper sleep, and Morgana begging her to dump them out because they made her feel like the waking dead.

The nightmares.

The witchfinder

Uther.

The fear.

Everyone saw Morgana unraveling and no one was willing to name it.  

Including me.

Especially me.

Gwen had known she was the first one Morgana ever confided in about her dreams depicting the future. She’d known why Morgana had the nightmares long before Gaius even suspected.

But loving Morgana had always required a kind of courage that Gwen only seemed to possess in private – hidden glances, hands brushing, soft kisses. It existed in the quiet space between nightmares and morning, when Morgana shook so hard that Gwen would climb into her bed and hold her until she fell asleep.

But daylight was different – it belonged to Camelot. And Camelot had taught Gwen, slowly and carefully, that survival often meant looking away.

So she did.

Once.

Then again.

Then enough times that Morgana stopped reaching for her at all.

“You could have stayed,” Morgana says later that night, voice low and exhausted rather than the anger Gwen might have expected. “When I needed you, you could have stayed.”

“I’m sorry?” Gwen asks, stomach sinking.

“You chose him,” Morgana continues. “You chose all of them.”

Gwen opens her mouth to defend herself – to explain, to insist she had been trying to survive, too – but the words die before they reach her tongue. Morgana is looking at her like she already knows every excuse, and a horrible understanding dawns on her: Morgana never stopped noticing.

Every hesitation. Every softened lie. Every moment Gwen chose silence over presence because silence was safer, easier, survivable. The way she, Arthur, and Merlin became a trio orbiting each other while Morgana stood just outside their circle. The way conversations quieted when she entered rooms. The careful looks exchanged over her shoulder. Gaius’s reassurances that never truly reassured. Gwen’s own hands trembling each time Morgana spoke about the dreams, because some part of her had already begun to fear what the dreams might cost them both.

Morgana had watched herself being abandoned in real time by the people she loved most, and the cruelty of it turns Gwen’s stomach. Morgana, who once reached for her in the dark like Gwen was something steady. Morgana, who trusted her enough to unravel. Morgana, who had stood at the edge of terror for years, quietly begging the people she loved to notice she was falling apart. It was they who had betrayed her first.

Standing across from her now, all dark velvet and old grief sharpened into fury, Gwen begins to understand what it is to be exiled.

It is no mere banishment.

It is watching the people you love turn toward one another while you stand just beyond them – close enough to see their warmth, but no longer able to feel it.

Until eventually there is nowhere left to belong but the darkness.