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goodwhump-temp · 10 months

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Castle Whump | Castle TV Show (2009)

1x01 Arrested, nose pinched, handcuffed, held at gunpoint, pushed 1x03 Ear pinched 1x06 Scared, embarrassed, shot at, threatened, risks his life 1x07 Threatened, punched, undercover, creeped out, held at gunpoint/punched, black eye 1x10 Slammed, manhandled, threatened, worried

2x01 Rear-ended, held at gunpoint, risking life, held at gunpoint 2x02 Nervous 2x04 Interrogated, sad 2x06 Tackled, manhandled, bit, childhood trauma? 2x07 Sad 2x09 Papercut, punched/icepack, handcuffed, paranoid, intimidated, worried 2x12 Self restrained, heartbroken the whole episode 2x13Hostage, held at gunpoint, pain, headbutt, guilt 2x14 Upset 2x15 Daddy issues the whole episode, fake headache (08:24) 2x17 Panic/worried 2x18 Panic/worried, runs into burning building 2x19 'Cursed,' papercut, chair breaks, pain, death threat, bullied/panic/coffee 'explosion', dog attack, scared, elevator panic, cuts finger 2x21 Jealous, heartbroken 2x22 Threatened (22:45), jealous 2x23 Jealous, heartbroken 2x24 Manhandled, heartbroken, sad

3x01 Shot at, held at gunpoint multiple times, insulted/arrested, ear pinched 3x02 Held at gunpoint 3x03 Mad, heartbroken 3x06 Held at gunpoint, restrained, manipulated 3x09 Abducted, injected unconscious, bruised 3x11 Upset 3x12 Upset 3x13 Worried, shock, shot at, hurt hand, bandaged 3x15 Emotional 3x16 Exposed to high levels of radiation, worried/emotional, shot at, trapped 3x17 Trapped, hypothermia, passes out, cold, scared 3x18 Worried 3x21 Intimidated (09:47), betrayed/jealous 3x22 Poked (pain/33:40) 3x23 In shock (41:20) 3x24 Dangerous situation, worried, confrontation, angry/heartbroken, mourning, emotional/crying

4x01 Pushed against the wall, emotional, heartbroken, depressed, worried, confrontation, held at gunpoint 4x02 Cries 4x03 Jumpscared, jumps into trashbin (is fine) 4x05 Betrayed, angry 4x06 Freaks out 4x07 Hostage, held at gunpoint, life threatened, almost shot, confrontation, restrained, presumed dead 4x08 Dragged, threatened 4x09 Worried 4x10 Handcuffed, drugged, missing, tiger attack 4x12 Denial 4x14 Manhandled, punched multiple times, 4x15 Captured, held at gunpoint, trapped, car crash into water 4x16 Car crashed into water, drowning, reprimanded, 4x19 Worried, feels betrayed/very heartbroken, angry 4x20 Heartbroken/coping, acting strange 4x21 Held at gunpoint, hungover, in danger, gut punched 4x22 Heartbroken, surrounded, jumpscare 4x23 Emotional confrontation, tearing up

5x01 Held at gunpoint, restrained, worried 5x03 Emotional 5x04 Arrested 5x05 Hand cut (minor), framed, arrested, scared, threatened, missing, car rammed, bleeding, shot at 5x06 Emotional (happy), upset (not happy), paranoid, zapped 5x08 Held at gunpoint, hunted/missing, captured 5x09 Upset (abandoned), betrayed 5x15 Daughter kidnapped, worried, very emotional, panic 5x16 Worried, missing/desperate, held at gunpoint, betrayed, almost killed, captured, emotional 5x17 Paranoid 'cursed,' flustered, flashbanged 5x19 Wheelchair, paranoid, falls, panic 5x20 Threatened (evil gorilla), trapped, back pain, scared 5x21 Jealous 5x22 Worried, pain montage (ear pinched x2, shoved, poked, nose pinched, freezing to death, punched multiple times, all near death situations), denial 5x23 "Shot" at, finger nicked (not serious) 5x24 Upset, sad

6x01 Abducted at gunpoint, car crash, arrested, taken, exposed to toxic chemicals, 1 day to live 6x02 Infected, slowly dying, weak, passes out, hospitalized 6x03 Briefly held at gunpoint 6x04 In danger, held at gunpoint, shot, unconscious, bruised pain 6x05 Foot stabbed, limp, manhandled, choked unconscious 6x09 Guilt 6x10 Sleep deprived 6x12 Held at gunpoint, captured, betrayed 6x17 Worried 6x18 Ninja attack, held at gunpoint 6x21 Bummed/sore loser, comforted by the boys 6x22 Worried, hunted, paranoid, arrested 6x23 Held at gunpoint, restrained, car crash

7x01 Car crash, thought dead, abducted/missing, hospitalized/comatose, amnesia, mysterious past: (shot, dengue fever) 7x02 Held at gunpoint, found evidence: emotional, scared 7x03 Knocked back, punched multiple times, paranoid, held at gunpoint 7x04 Bullied, thrown to the ground, kicked 7x06 Insomnia, shot at, trapped in alt. reality, panic, held at knife point, abducted, threatened, shot, bleeding, passes out, guilt 7x07 Punched, manhandled, in danger 7x10 Hand sliced, held at gunpoint x2, heartbroken 7x11 Choked, peppersprayed, comforted (kinda) 7x12 Jealous, coping, abducted at gunpoint, betrayed at gunpoint 7x13 Panic, knocked unconscious, pain, stranded, guilt, denial 7x15 Worried, angry, arrested, emotionally tortured, tazed 7x16 Trapped, exposed to toxic gas, weak 7x19 Held at gunpoint, restrained 7x20 PTSD/reoccurring nightmares, therapy, obsessed, everyone worried, headache, held at gunpoint 7x21 Nervous, betrayed, held at gunpoint 7x23 Scared, childhood trauma (+threatened), childhood trauma, feels betrayed, tackled, knife attack, throat cut, bleeding

8x01 Punched, kicked, drugged/abducted at gunpoint, restrained, threatened, extreme psychological torture, wrists bleeding, painful kick to the ground, shot at 8x02 Feels betrayed, angry, held at gunpoint x2, emotionally hurt/betrayed 8x03 Depressed, coping 8x05 Coping, held at gunpoint x2 8x06 Jayne anxiety/jumpscare x2, held at gunpoint, ambushed, held at gunpoint, tackled, bloody nose, heartbroken 8x08 Worried, exhausted, heartbroken, confrontation 8x09 Slapped (8:15), pushed to the wall x2 8x10 In shock, embarrassed, guilt 8x11 Betrayed, handcuffed, threatened 8x12 Kidnapped/drugged, trapped, betrayed at gunpoint, sacrifices himself, held at gunpoint 8x13 Undercover, shot, "dead" 8x14 Flashbacks, aggressively patted/hit, held at gunpoint, feels betrayed, watches the video (after being shot, pain, worried), guilt 8x15 Guilt, hungover 8x16 Zapped, scared (Linus) 8x17 Falls, back pain, held at gunpoint, shot at, delusional (genie) 8x21 Superstitious spooks, wrist grabbed/pain, jumpscare x2, knocked out (offscreen), icepack 8x22 Hunted, shot at, worried, captured, restrained, interrogated, drugged, betrayed, crying, angry, shot, bleeding out

#whump #whumplist #whump list #emotional whump #castle whump #castle 2009 #nathan fillion #nathan fillion whump #castle #rick castle #rick castle whump

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bluenpinkcastle · 17 days

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20240424: the History of LEGO Castle day 115. 4817 Dungeon (2000, 39 pieces, 22 different parts) Dungeon is a small set built on a green 4x12 brick with a dark gray 3x4x6 turret wall with window with dark and light gray wall bricks, a black ladder up to the blue 2x2x2 quadruple convex, two trans neon orange flames on either side of the top held on by light gray 1x2 bricks with side horizontal hooks, and a blue flag on a black antenna. There is also a brown treasure chest with trans dark blue, trans green, trans red, and trans neon green jewels. This set has two minifigures. The first minifigure has a dark gray pike helmet, a yellow minifigure head with black eyes and eyebrows and curly brown bangs and mustache, chrome silver armor, a dark gray torso with printed silver scale mail and a red necklace with black, black legs with printed medium brown strips with red diamonds, and a black belt with a printed medium brown and red pattern. This minifigure was found in three sets, 4817 Dungeon, 6091 / 6098 King Leo's Castle, and 6096 Bull's Attack, while the torso and head were also found in 3739 Blacksmith Shop. The second minifigure is the skeleton, with a white minifigure head with black circular eyes, a black triangle nose, and a black tooth smile, a white skeleton body with thin shoulder pins, thin skeleton arms, and individual bone legs. -The chrome breastplate was found in 4817 Dungeon, 6204 Buccaneers, 6280 / 6291 Armada Flagship and the Reissue, and 6281 Pirates Perilous Pitfall. -The dark gray 3x4x6 turret wall with window was found in four sets, 4730 Chamber of Secrets, 4817 Dungeon, 6026 King Leo, and 6091 / 6098 King Leo's Castle. This set is also part of the Knight's Kingdom Chrome series, which includes 4816 Knight's Catapult, 4817 Dungeon, 4818 Dragon Rider, and 4819 Rebel Chariot. Parts inventory for this set can be found on BrickLink or Rebrickable and a free download of the instructions is available on ToysPeriod.

#lego 4817 #lego dungeon #lego knights kingdom #lego knights kingdom I #lego castles #lego #lego castle #lego history #lego castle history #history of lego castle #lego system castle #lego castle system

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aceofwhump · 2 years

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Hello! I had seen this gifset sometime ago on Tumblr where there was a female cop and a male consultant and there was an episode where he gets shot and they are trapped in a van, and they gets to the hospital later but he escapes from there. Can't remember, for the life of me, what the name of the show was and I really want to see that episode again! Do you by any chance know what it might be from? Thanks in advance! Love your blog so much!!

Mmmm it doesn't ring a bell. I know of a lot of shows with a female cop and a male consultant. Castle, Lucifer, The Mentalist, Sleepy Hollow, Forever, Perception, Psych, Fringe, Limitless, The Listener, etc. And plenty of those male consultants get shot but I'm getting stumped at the van part. So I decided to go through my archive and gunshot tags to see if I could find something. Republic of Doyle 3x06 has him shot and they are in a van but I don't there's a hospital escape in it. Maybe the Listener 4x12/4x13? But I don't think a van scene is in that.

God I am stumped. I'm so sorry. Can any of my followers help out? Does this ring a bell for anyone?

#mod replies #whump #help #ask

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katebeckett · 3 years

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Yeah, so you keep telling me.

favorite caskett scenes → 144/?

#castleedit #caskett #castlegc #kate beckett #richard castle #castle #castle 4x12 #mine #fcs

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dailycaskett · 3 years

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#castleedit #caskett #kate beckett #richard castle #castlegc #*#gifs #s4 #4x12 #by faith

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kate--beckett · 5 years

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I don’t have a choice.

#castleedit #caskett #kate beckett #richard castle #castle #otp: partners in crime and life #castle parallels #4x12 #s4 #mine #gifs #castle gifs #*caskett #mycp #idk but this is important

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3cops-and-a-writer · 5 years

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Ryan, what do our victim’s phone records show? Any phone calls to city hall?

#castle #castleedit #kevin ryan #richard castle #kate beckett #javier esposito #4x12 #s4 #**gifs

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castle-dominion · 11 months

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4x12 m for mayor

Loving death. Oh gosh that coat? I recognize.

Martha??? Just like my little bro, finished all his credits & just doing advanced physics. I on the other hand took an extra year of high school. I wanted to go busking in europe for a year after high school before going to college but that didn't pan out. Oh an internship? seriously? She's such a boring goody two shoes which is actually really good for her & I'm proud ig...

hyoid! new york ofc she doesn't have her license. nice coat on castle, becks, espt, & lanie too. Everyone is so pretty today. (oh & ryan also looks great & has that pretty pink shirt with no tie, they keep dressing him in pink right after his marriage, I think that's on purpose. No tie tho which is interesting & brings back s1 vibes but it's rly rly cute) lmao amish. I mean yeah the hutterites mennonites & amish are, well... As a folk catholic myself I should keep my mouth shut. kept the purse? & dumped it? Why not just leave it with the vic? or take the cash just as a bonus?

BIG CHEESE? NO

New actor for the mayor? RW: This is one of New York’s finest, huh, Ricky? RC, fondly: She’s the best. I like him I think. KB: I’ll do my best to keep the nature of your business private. RW: Thanks. I hoped you’d be there, Rick. RC: Fondue night with Alexis, but I did send a cheque. [this one is a cheque not a check] who calls them staffER rather than just staff?

I like how jordan the intern (alexis?) leaves & then the mayor takes rick to talk about the library stuff. RW: You know, I’ll—I’ll leave you guys to work through this unless, Rick, you want to take a look at our new library initiative. It wouldn’t hurt us to have your endorsement on that. RC: For the New York Public Library, my first love? Anything.

BS: I’ve already done your legwork, Detective. The car was checked out by Elizabeth Watson, Senior Director of Communication here at the office. When she left last night’s event around midnight, she discovered that it was missing. [that's really good of him!] *Shay pulls out a piece of paper.* BS: Here’s her statement. [that's taking it a bit far] KB: With all due respect, Mr. Shay, police investigations are usually conducted by the police. [she's right] BS: Yeah, well, unfortunately the 24-hour news cycle moves a hell of a lot faster than you do [yeah lol] and I have to get all my ducks in a row before this thing breaks. It’s my job. [he's right] KB: And my job is to find Laura’s murderer. So, if you don’t mind, and even if you do, [you can still accept the statement & thank him] I’m gonna get my own statement from Ms. Watson about that car, and I’m also gonna need statements from all of your staff as to whether they recognize our victim. [as you should] BS: Knock yourself out. But trust me, you’re wasting your time. [bro] KB: It’s my time to waste. Now, I got a job to do. [she's right] BS: So do I. Let me be clear. Mayor Weldon is my priority, and I’m not about to let this thing embolden his opponents and ruin everything that we’ve built. [he's right]

RC: Step back? These are politicians. They can’t order at a restaurant without two compromises and an ultimatum. Ooh gates is rly pretty Use castle's closeness to your advantage? Oh no castle you ARE biased

KR: No phone calls at all, because Laura Cambridge didn’t own a cell phone. Her credit cards haven’t been used in six months. RC: No cell phone and no credit cards? It’s like she’s from another century. JE: Amish theory’s looking pretty good, bro. Oh, I remember now. This is the phone sex episode. Good will hunting but in reverse. markiplier is the matt damon of poop. Rape or smth? death of a loved one?

Chuckleheads? like that time rysposito kept saying names for suspects & almost f*cked right then & there? Officer & gentleman? lmao. John watson? Mr Harvey: Bunch of deadbeat tenants in here. You ever get bored? I’m sure I could fill up a couple of holding cells for you. Caucasian is actually specific, not just white.

Ooh I love the pattern on the vest, I love esposito's shirt, looks not necessarily ironed but has some good breast pockets, I feel like the pink might contrast with his eyes. I'm a blue-eyed-indian but dang my eyes aren't that blue.

"No Please" really makes me think bad stuff & then Phone sex, babes!!! "yeah I'm still here babey" XD RC: I’d say it’s about $4.99 a minute. It’s not a sweatshop. *points to wall saying dial a goddess* It’s a sex shop.

Good gracious this is... well... I like how the office has dial-a-goddess art on the walls. Makes it feel more like an office. Tho they could work from home. But then they would have to set up secure phoning in their homes & it would just be easier & safer (safety of SWs is important) to route the office for payment & safety & anonymity. RC: Well, being the Chief… *reads the manager's nameplate* ...Sexecutive Officer did you notice any conflicts with her and her colleagues? [lmao sexecutive] MK: Maybe she liked it. We get all types here, Detective: students, actresses, moms. I know an accountant who did it because she liked the challenge…and it turned her on. It's a powerful thing to make a client lust for you.

Lil bro played the minecraft chicken sound & I was so confused for a sec bc I thought it was from-- (I almost called it sherlock)-- (I almost called it murdoch)-- Castle.

So true. You need fellowship & company & sometimes people, esp men, need the intimacy of sex to be able to have that emotional intimacy. Don't tell my mom but I've spoken to my priest about this, when I was in school & really stressed, I would have adult fun a lot, but after school was over (& I increased my testosterone dose too!) I stopped doing so much adult fun. It is a stress reliever. RC: It's therapy. Or…so I've been told. Castle nobody would doubt that you have called a place like this before. Plus you could say "or so I theorize" or smth. I mean remember that plastic surgery case when ryaposito were like "I can't believe the doctor doesn't have porn on his work computer" & the nanny case when castle saw rysposito & the captain standing around a computer & he said "that better not be porn & if it is I want in" like what? Ah well such is life. (Question for all you real adults out there, I'm technically an adult & I'm sort of a man but I'm trans & young & sheltered: do men really jerk off together? Do they sit around & watch porn together? Seems kind of gay tbh, jerking off around other men, comfy with or wanting them to see you jack it? sus. also gross.)

*picks up his phone & immediately has the number up*

WHEN was the door opened tho? Ah gas company. Fake af. Six foot, white, dark hair again.

Hm, usually drinks for actors are just coloured water but this wine has a foam on it, it looks very much like real wine imo.

RC: but that's going to be like looking for a needle in a needle stack. OH HO HO THIS IS A PLOT HEAVY EPISODE? I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE WHEN I FIRST STARTED PLAYING IT BUT THEN I THOUGHT TO MYSELF IT CAN'T BE BUT HERE IT IS IT IS INDEED A PLOT HEAVY EPISODE. HOO HOO HOO. but how so they always seem to be able to catch the murderer after being told not to in these episodes?

Greater forces at play? There is way too much, so much more than just beckett than just beckett's mom, with all the killing & death I think it is not worth it to look the other way for the safety of just one person. What if you DON'T know when it is time? RC: Tell her what? "Hey, Kate, I've been taking calls from a shadowy figure who wants to keep you off your mother's murder case so they don't kill you, too"?

KB on the phone: No, I'm not eating *while eating* RC: Brown cashmere. So, we narrow our suspects down to rich men with impeccable taste. KB: Are you saying you're a suspect? LOTS of phone calls dang. copious is a good word. RC: Are there any calls in there from the Mayor's office? KB: I thought you said you were confident that he wasn't involved? RC: I'm…just trying to be thorough…and impartial. KR: Not yet. But the private sector is well represented. I got calls from The Met, banks, several high profile brokerage houses. No wonder the economy collapsed, huh? btw ryan outfit, no tie, striped shirt (not a fan of stripes), & vest plus jacket with lapel pin. Typical Ryan wear. I prefer castle's stripes, they are a pattern in the weave of the fabric to make it catch the light differently, they are not actually different colours. Nice dark navy blue jacket.

Rystle protecting beckett they both love her so much. RC: A television station! RC: ya idk The way espt says navarro <3 beckett's jacket <3

my brother helped me get ship names for just the main four. 0: nobody 1: castle, beckett, ryan, esposito 2: caskett, rystle, Castlesito castito casposito espostle estle (he actually didn't help me choose), ryckett, especkett, rysposito 3: ryspeckett, ryspostle, caspeckett, Rycaskett 4: rycaspockett caskeitan (I chose rycaspockett but lil bro chose caskeitan which is three syllables but four ppl)

Man had a nice tie I am not the smartest person but here: Polemic = a speech or piece of writing expressing a strongly critical attack on or controversial opinion about someone or something.

Oh no not the mayor! & then the coat nooo

Remember what happened last time castle? with damien? Tho if he DID do it then he ruined his own career.

It's the backgrounds that make the show. I'm noticing this while gates is getter her leftovers for lunch. They have cereal tupperwares on top of the fridge, including fruit loops (froot loops?) & images on the fridge.

RC: You know what I think? I think she's hoping it's him, because if he's gone, I'm gone. She's right, she can't have him with her.

Find a nice private space to talk, you don't need to do it in public you don't need to do it in the interrogation room.

Lol I forgot that this was before castle & gates started to make some leeway.

VG: We are tasked by the City of New York to protect its people. Sometimes that task comes with a cost. I know what they call me, Detective. "Iron Gates." I hear the whispers. "She's from I.A., she must hate cops." Well, the truth is I love cops. My daddy was a cop, my uncles were cops. But the sergeant who assaulted my patrol partner under color of authority, who holds him accountable? We do. Go to the mayor, get him to voluntarily surrender his coat for fiber testing without a warrant. Tell him it's the only way to keep it out of the media. But if he refuses, you get that warrant and you do your job, whatever the cost. This is why I respect gates. I'm anti-cop so I respect her here. Protect the people, keep the cops in line.

He DOES play poker with him lol.

It's going to be the kid right? The intern? I respect that, I'd believe that. Once you are given the context you remember but you don't remember before that. The way castle nods at him. "it is in your best interest" Oh no he killed her? Who is "they"? Ah "they" probably planted his coat. She still needs to get the coat but again they could have planted the evidence. Yeah castle! She totally should have told him that she needed the coat & was going to get it either way. Withholding the coat & then getting it with a court order looks guilty but it looks even guiltier if they find it matches, but then it supports the conspiracy thing if he turns it over bc he believes it is normal. Here's a question tho, what if two coats were made of the same alpaca fur or whatever? What if someone spilled hot sauce on their coat & so the part on the body has hot sauce residue but the part of the coat they test has no hot sauce residue so they don't match? idk how forensics work(s).

Sus parking garage. Does he see the guy's face? not right but not wrong? Man just disappears like that? So cool & sexy bestie.

Ryan not wearing his gun rn. Rly cute tho, nice sweater, he also seems almost to be walking like a girl rn which is weird. Not a hip-problem way like he often does.

woah who's that wearing the unicorn onesie? "I had an epiphany" he says Fellow had a rubik's cube in her office while she was doing phone sex lol

Sarah! Heck yes!

lmao poor greta gramma I remembered it! It was indeed the boy I remembered! tho I feel bad that it was jordan More dangerous than you know though, so like here, why did smith help the investigation if he knew that beckett would get closer to The Big Bad Guy? Wouldn't he try to steer her away to protect her? suspense suspense suspense just spit it out BILL MOSS I KNOW THAT NAME FROM FUTURE SEASONS he has a nice coat btw.

KB: Jordan Norris is a pawn. I want the people controlling him. VG: Oh, it’s a long game, Kate. Play it piece by piece. (sus?) Feel bad for big cheese

RW: There are people out there. I realize it now, people who control what goes on in this city and beyond. I wouldn’t play ball, so they took me out of the game. It’s been decided: this is as far as I get. Like watts the autistic jewish man can't get better than detective, murdoch the catholic autistic man who can't get better than detective, george crabtree the adhd ex-con (innocent) who was raised by prostitutes who can't get better than constable.

RC: I’d be gone from the Twelfth Precinct. Me: not everything is abt you Smith: nono he's right. Smith: You play chess, Mr. Castle? There are times when a well-placed pawn is more powerful than a king. casually says he's a pawn. But good, he reaveals that castle's job is to protect kate, keep her in check.

Like yeah the case wasn't quite resolved but he had to prevent it from going any further, that's what's going on. I see

Oof so yeah that was a good episode.

#castle 4x12 #castle 4x12 quote #plot heavy #castle 4x12 spoilers #castle s4 spoilers

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botanicallyinclinednerd · 3 years

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Merlin and Percival moments:

4x02: Percival carries Merlin and stays with him when Lancelot goes to talk to Arthur, he also hugs Merlin when he comes back safe and healthy

4x04: I don't like the teasing with the stew in this episode, but Percival does genuinely compliment and thank Merlin for it, so it counts

4x06: While under the effect of the Famorrah, Merlin still defends Percival and rids Arthur of his suspicion of him as the potential traitor

4x08: breaks my heart to pieces, but Percival is the one that Merlin tries to reason with as they are entering the abandoned castle

4x09: Percival sees Merlin looking concerned and offers reassurance

4x12: Merlin is the one who notices Percival is no longer with them and tries to look around for him

5x03: Merlin helping Percival with his vest

5x06: Percival is impressed by Merlin's tracking when they come back across Percival’s broken sword and he calls Merlin a genius

Also 5x06: Percival is alarmed when Merlin falls down the pit and tries to grab him. Helps him back up out of the pit

5x10: Percival coming across Merlin and the delighted puppy look from Merlin and the questioning eyebrow raise from Percival

Also 5x10: Merlin teasing Percival and Percival’s disgruntled reaction

5x12: Percival having the time of his life watching Merlin be a sassy shit with Arthur and take all his money

#merlin #bbc merlin #sir percival #there are more than youd think tbh #liv talks merlin

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shelienead · 7 years

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#just some adorable face acting #stana katic #kate beckett #castle #4x12 #my gif

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bluenpinkcastle · 3 months

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20240209: the History of LEGO Castle day 040. 6059-1 Knight's Stronghold (1990, 228 pieces, 76 different parts) The Knight's Stronghold is a black and light gray castle wall built on three green 4x12 plates. The three plates are connected by hinges, allowing the wall to be spread out, angled, or moved into a very closed wall configuration. The main part of this stronghold are the two 1x5x11 brown doors as the front part of the gate. There is also a blue and black battering ram with limited catapult abilities and a small jail. The five minifigures in this set include three Black Knight soldiers and two Black Falcons knights. One of the Black Falcon knights rides a white horse with a blue saddle and a dark gray lance with a blue flag. The knight has a black torso with black arms, a printed silver breastplate, black legs with a black belt, and wears a black helmet with a dark gray visor and a blue three plume feather, carrying a dark gray sword and a black and white split falcon shield with a blue border. The other Black Falcon knight has a blue torso with black arms and the silver breastplate print with blue legs and a black belt wearing a black archer helmet and holding a dark gray crossbow. The remaining three minifigures are Black Knight soldiers, with red torsos with red arms and silver scale mail, red legs with a black belt. Most of the sets for the next chunk of history will not have boxes, but the alternate builds from the instruction book include a different wall configuration with a catapult, a tower, a jail, and a pavillion. Brickwood Creations on Rebrickable has several alternate building instructions for the Knight's Stronghold. This set introduced the 1x5x11 brown door gate, which only comes in three other sets from 1990-1997 (6081-1 King's Mountain Fortress, 6090-1 Royal Knights' Castle, and 9376-1 Education and Dacta Castle Set). This set also introduces another part that becomes part of consistent production, the crossbow. In this first set, the crossbow comes in dark gray. This set also has the end connector bricks with a connector pin, meaning this set can be added to other LEGOLAND Castle System sets. I look forward to doing that at some point in the future because I think it would be insanely cool to see how everything connects :) I think this set also starts more of the precedent of using larger bricks and panels to take up more space and have fewer smaller parts. With that said, though, this is a very fun set! It's great to have a gate large enough to drive most of the carts and wagons so far through, as well as large brown doors that actually look like large wooden doors. The different configurations are also really neat. This is great set and a fantastic addition to the Black Knights sets. Parts inventory for this set can be found at either BrickLink or Rebrickable and a free download of the instructions can be found at ToysPeriod.

#lego castles #lego #lego castle #lego history #lego castle history #history of lego castle #lego system castle #legoland system castle #lego castle system #legoland castle system #lego 6059 #lego knight's stronghold #lego black knights #lego black falcons

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aceofwhump · 2 years

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Hi! Couple you please recommend the best being shot scenes and especially the holding and “stay with me” scenes? Thought of a great plot for my OC and just need to watch all the possible references for science inspiration

Here ya go! Good luck with the writing!

My favorite scenes with both the character getting shot and someone saying "stay with me":

Lucifer 5x15

911 4x14

Criminal Minds 9x24

The Crossing 1x06

Hawaii Five-0 8x10 (it’s technically “hang in there” but same sentiment)

Virgin River S02E10

Dear John (movie)

Other great shot scenes but don’t have "stay with me" being said:

Lucifer 4x07

Covert Affairs 1x11

Hawaii Five-0 10x22, 6x25

Graceland 2x13

The A-Team 5x13

911 Lone Star 1x08, 1x09, 1x10

Burn Notice 4x12 and 4x13

NCIS LA 2x17

Angel 2x14

Legends of Tomorrow 2x06

Great scenes where someone says "stay with me" but no one got shot (stabbed, poisoned, sick, etc. yes but not shot):

Hawaii Five-0 1x23

Graceland 3x08

The Haunting of Hill House 1x10

The Magicians 4x13

Stargate SG-1 3x04

Game of Thrones 8x04

Castle 3x24

Merlin finale

When Calls the Heart 3x09

Supernatural 11x16

Star Crossed 1x12

Outer Banks 2x03

Moonlight 1x04

911 2x13

Sleepy Hollow 3x03

Aquaman

Torchwood 3x04

#mod replies #ask #anon #whump #tropes #shot #gunshot #stay with me

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Fic: A Dead Man’s Unrest (part 2) Gwaine/Lancelot

Canon-divergent fic where Morgana doesn’t have Shade Lancelot kill himself at the end of 4x09, but instead has Agravaine aid in his escape so that he can be beside her when she later invades Camelot to further taunt them.

PG-13 overall so far, for violence, threat and death. Warnings may be added to and rating changed in future (planning? sorry don’t know her)

Gwaine/Lancelot, with background Arthur/Gwen. This chapter takes place still in 4x12.

[Part 1]

Excerpt:

“It could be,” Morgana said, evidentially pleased by Gwaine’s outburst. Murmurs with amused and mocking tones started rising up from the men around them. “If you still insist on being loyal to your dear Lancelot despite everything he’s done, why don’t you show it to us? Fight for his life.”

She pointed to the two soldiers who held Gwaine between them, swayed her finger for just a moment as she made her decision and then settled on the man to Gwaine’s left. The one who had the tighter grip on his arm. The soldier exhaled heavily through his nose and nodded. He let go of Gwaine, took a step to the side and drew his sword.

“If you win this fight, Lancelot will live and I’ll send you down some food,” Morgana said. “If you lose, Lancelot will go back to the world of the dead using the same sword you failed him with. He’ll end himself stood right before you.”

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When Gwaine came round he was in one of Camelot’s dungeon cells with Gaius, his weapons and his chain mail gone. Not long after that Elyan was brought to them, unmoving and blood-soaked. His eyes were open but glazed and cold, staring straight ahead. They were the same empty eyes Lancelot had, and for a moment it made Gwaine fear that Elyan’s life had been taken and his body put under control as well. But soon Elyan’s eyes slid shut and his breathing steadied. Gaius bandaged the worst of his injuries with strips of cloth torn from the very thin bedding within their cell, but there was nothing else he could do.

A pair of heavy footsteps approached, a key clicked dully in its lock and the cell door creaked as it was opened. One of Morgana’s men stepped inside.

“You,” was all he said, reaching out to grab Gwaine’s sleeve and pull. Gwaine stepped forward with the motion and his arms were taken roughly (to make a point, Gwaine felt).

“Oi!” Percival shouted and pounded a fist against the bars of his cell just opposite. The noise echoed off the walls, clanging together with the sound of the door being shut and locked.

“I’ll be alright,” Gwaine managed to get out as he was marched quickly away, one soldier on each side of him. He didn’t put up any resistance as he was lead through hallways, which were dark and empty and so strangely unfamiliar, though he had walked them hundreds of times before. The invading army had taken down every piece of Pendragon insignia they could find and sealed the gates to cut the castle off from the town. When Gwaine was taken past some windows overlooking the courtyard he caught sight of a couple of fires burning. One looked like the flames were still consuming the remains of a large Pendragon flag.

The last time Gwaine had seen a Pendragon emblem burn was Lancelot’s memorial...

The throne room seemed wider, somehow, and taller. Far, far colder. Something in the air was different and it put Gwaine on edge. Candles were lit, throwing long flickering shadows upon the walls. The room was lined with Morgana’s men, all of them still indistinguishable to Gwaine. They all wore the same darkened armour, heavy black cloaks and a wrap around their head. Some were silent, some conversed quietly and hurriedly between themselves. All of them had their eyes on Gwaine.

At the head of the room were the only three people who didn’t conceal their identities. There was Morgana, sat looking pensive and hard at the knight as he was brought to a stop in the middle of the room. To her left stood a man Gwaine didn’t know, who was tall and broad with thinly trimmed facial hair and a large sword strapped proudly at his waist.

And to Morgana’s right was Lancelot. He had been ordered to kneel at her side. His eyes were like those of a statue, he was looking right at Gwaine but he didn’t appear to actually be seeing anything. There was no focus, no life to him.

There had always been a particular way Lancelot smiled at Gwaine. The upturn of his lips was often slight, but the smile was mostly in his eyes. They went softer, warmer somehow, and Gwaine would often fancy that he noticed the lighter shades amongst the dark brown of Lancelot’s eyes when he smiled. Gwaine could still remember when he first noticed. It had been when they’d gathered for a first training session to start getting into the routine of being a knight. Gwaine had made an off-hand comment about how he supposed he could at least stick around until Arthur remembered to start charging them rent, and he’d looked up to see Lancelot smile. Lancelot hadn’t laughed, but he was smiling as though he were and it was certainly in his eyes. Gwaine had thought about how much he wanted to see that smile more. Looking back, he often thought that was the moment he had fallen for Lancelot.

And now there was just nothing. No smile, no life, no colour to his eyes at all. Only darkness. Gwaine couldn’t even tell if that was Lancelot’s chest rising and falling or an illusion of the candlelight.

He looked like a corpse propped up. That awful thought twisted its way into Gwaine’s mind like a parasite. He felt the same painful rise in his chest as he had done during all those night spent wrecked with grief in the months following Lancelot’s death. That same urge to let the despair consume him threatened to grow but somehow he swallowed it down.

“Arthur is heading for Ealdor,” Morgana’s voice cut through the room. The sound of her soldiers muttering amongst themselves stopped and Gwaine felt the weight of their stares. There was a silence as Morgana watched him, smiling cruelly, leaning back into the Pendragon throne with a hand resting upon each arm.

“Thanks for the update,” Gwaine said, after what felt like a far too long silence. “You could have just sent down one of your men with the message. If you think they’d remember.” He cast a glance at one of the soldiers who still held onto his arm. The man glared at Gwaine and his mouth twitched in irritation. Gwaine felt the grip on him tighten, the man’s fingers digging purposefully into his arm.

“Passing on my thanks to Elyan will mean more coming from you,” Morgana replied and Gwaine clenched his jaw as anger cut through him. While his instinct was still to be reckless and let the adrenaline alone carry him, he resisted, weighing the odds to be incredibly out of his favour. There had been plenty of times where that might not have mattered. But those instances had never involved the lives of others he cared about.

“Though as I recall, Ealdor is at least a day’s ride,” Morgana went on. “And it turns out subduing and taking over a kingdom is remarkably quick and easy once you have the resources. So now that the first fun part is over and we await the second, we have some time that needs filling with a bit of entertainment.”

“I’m not really in the mood for telling jokes,” Gwaine said. “Though if you ask Sir Leon nicely enough he might do a poetry reading for you.”

“Oh, Agravaine told me you were the joker. Though that’s not the precise way he put it.”

Gwaine felt something cold sink into his stomach. He had never liked Lord Agravaine and did everything within his power to avoid him, though that was one of the few opinions he really kept to himself. But having his very off feelings about the man proven right still felt absolutely awful. Knowing how much Arthur had trusted and relied upon the man-

If Agravaine worked for Morgana, was that how Lancelot had escaped his cell back then?

Gwaine’s attention went from Morgana back to Lancelot as the question struck him, and it didn’t go without notice. Morgana shifted so that she could comfortably lean a little to her right and push her fingers through Lancelot’s hair.

Don’t. Don’t you touch him!

“They always go on about how the knights are some sort of brotherhood and deep bond,” Morgana said, idly stroking Lancelot’s head. “Though it’s interesting that you should still care for him so much, even after he betrayed you all.”

“He did nothing!” Gwaine spat out and for a moment he couldn’t see. White hot rage burned up in his chest, flashed before his eyes and then tinged the edge of his vision. He tried to move forward but the two soldiers pulled him back. “Why him? What could Lancelot have done to you to deserve this?”

“Him in particular?” Morgana looked down to Lancelot. She twirled one finger around his short curls and tugged, but Lancelot gave no response. “Nothing. But I remember when he first came here. He was so bright and noble and keen to serve. Adorable, really.” Morgana took a fistful of Lancelot’s hair this time and clenched her fingers. Again, Lancelot remained still. “He was the ideal man then and he is so even more now. He’s rather handsome, he’s quiet unless spoken to and what’s best is he will obey my every order without question.”

Morgana’s fist unclenched and she settled her hand again in Lancelot’s hair. She looked at Gwaine again. The candlelight reflected the gleam of vicious joy in her eyes and her smile was wider as she went on. “He’ll ruin Guinevere’s relationship with Arthur because I told him to. He’ll betray his friends because I commanded it. He’d even kill himself right here if I said it was what I wanted.”

Hot rage was suddenly replaced by cold hard dread. It swelled in Gwaine’s throat and for a moment he felt like his breath had been taken. His chest hitched painfully and something in his head buzzed as he instinctively reached for his sword but found his arms still restrained. But, he suddenly recalled with dread, he had no weapons anyway.

“No!” he blurted out before he could stop himself. “Leave him! Is this what you brought me up for?”

Morgana clicked her fingers. The other soldier who had escorted Gwaine from the dungeons unsheathed his sword and handed it over. Gwaine took it and found himself fumbling a little with the grip. His hands had become covered in sweat but he hadn’t noticed until that moment.

“Has anybody told you what a vile cold serpent you are lately?” he said darkly through gritted teeth as he hurriedly passed the sword between his two hands so he could scrub his palms against the bottom of his shirt.

“You say the sweetest things,” Morgana said. She still had her hand in Lancelot’s hair, mindlessly stroking her fingers back and forth like somebody petting a dog. “Don’t feel you have to though. I will remind you that Elyan is laying unconscious in a cold dark prison cell all because of Lancelot. His sister is banished and his mind was tormented almost to breaking point. You could always choose to let Lancelot fall to avenge your actual living friend.”

“Stop touching him.” For a moment Gwaine considered turning his sword on Morgana instead, odds against him be damned.

The burly man stood at Morgana’s left side seemed to pick up on Gwaine’s thoughts. He stepped forward, drew himself up tall and flexed tattooed arms as he rested one hand on the hilt of his sword.

Alright then.

Gwaine straightened, rolled his shoulders back to try and limber himself up. He felt stiff and tired, but he would just have to put that from his mind. Finally he turned away from Lancelot to face his opponent.

“You want to get this over with?” he asked the soldier, getting a firm grip on his sword and lifting it just enough to give himself an idea of its weight. It was heaver than what he was used to, the balance didn’t quite agree with him. But he would just have to adjust.

The man snorted and raised his sword ready.

“You lot aren’t too talkative, are you?”

His opponent was large but moved quickly. He went for Gwaine while he spoke, arching his sword into the air and then bringing it down heavily. The blade would have landed right between Gwaine’s eyes had he not been able to bring his sword up in time to block it. But it was close, far too close. The weight of the blow nearly made his knees buckle from under him and Gwaine felt his feet slide almost dangerously out of place as he shuffled to adjust his stance.

Not even one night in the dungeons and it already felt like he was out of practice.

“What would any of us have to say to a Knight of Camelot that wouldn’t be put better by passing a blade through his throat?” the man finally spoke to him. His voice was low but carried through the tall room. The sound of laughs and taunts started to echo from the high walls. “As soon as your entertainment value runs out, you’ll be dead anyway.”

Gwaine managed to slide his right foot back enough to be able to push himself forward. There was the screech of blades before Gwaine dodged to the side and finally away from any immediate danger. He took a few paces back and then sunk into a more prepared stance, his weapon outstretched and ready.

“Oh I’ve plenty of that, if that’s all you’re after.”

The aim wasn’t to kill him, Gwaine realised, just defeat and humiliate. None of them would die unless it was specifically under Morgana’s orders. That meant his opponent wouldn’t be able to go all out as he might want to, but Gwaine didn’t have to grant any such courtesy in return.

“You going to put that sword through my throat like you want to or not? I don’t have all night.”

Gwaine saw his opponent’s nostril’s flare and his face deepen with a scowl. He had touched a nerve. Good.

The man went for him again but this time Gwaine felt far more prepared. There was now that familiar rush in his heart which had carried him through so many fights before. The noises around him seemed duller, further away, and all he knew was the man before him. His mind raced, searching for anything he could use to get that one step ahead he needed for a victory.

Gwaine met the attack and parried once, then again, thought he would for a third time, but the soldier swung his sword to the side and further downwards. The blade struck Gwaine in the leg, halfway up his thigh, and it stung.

Putting his weight onto his other leg, Gwaine went forward in attack. He struck fast, first attempting to go for just below the man’s stomach where his armour stopped, then from the side, then the other, then he raised his weapon and brought it down. Gwaine lost track of his own movements after that. With every passing second his leg hurt even more. His hair was falling into his eyes and there was no time to push it back or even think about trying to toss his head. No matter where Gwaine tried to strike, no matter how fast, the man met his attack and pushed against it.

After deflecting several strikes, his opponent parried and then barrelled into Gwaine, shoving against him hard with his shoulder. It caused Gwaine to start losing his balance. One hand came away from the grip of his sword and he felt his heart sink with dread as the weapon begun to slide from his grasp.

The adrenaline rushed so fast he thought he could hear it screaming in his ears. Gwaine grabbed out as he begun to off-balance and managed to get a fistful of his opponent’s sleeve. He stumbled a little but found some footing, though a flash of pain from his leg seared through him. All he could do in the moment was grit his teeth through it as he kept enough of a hold on his sword to slash the blade into the back of the soldier’s leg.

His opponent bellowed in pain and fury. Shouts erupted all around them. Gwaine tried to draw his weapon back so that he could hit again, but he wasn’t fast enough. Spitting a curse, the soldier raised his arm and struck Gwaine to the side of his head with the pommel of his sword. Darkness momentarily passed through Gwaine’s vision as he fell to the ground. He landed hard on his shoulder, scraping the side of his face upon the stone floor.

There was a clatter as his sword dropped.

His arm was throbbing with pain. There was a low groan, which he thought was coming from him but it seemed far away somehow. His vision was hazy, but he could see his opponent loom over him. There was candlelight reflected in the raised sword.

Gwaine barely thought about it. He struck out one leg and landed a firm kick at the soldier’s ankles. It was his injured leg and moving it hurt like hell, but his opponent hadn’t expected it. He made a noise of surprise and Gwaine didn’t hesitate. He kicked out again, using both legs this time, landing another hit.

His opponent swayed. Gwaine managed to grab his cape and yanked it to help leverage himself into more of a sitting position. As the man was unexpectedly dragged off-balance, Gwaine struck out his injured leg for a third time. He managing to sweep the man’s feet out from underneath him.

Somehow the soldier didn’t fall on top of Gwaine, though for a dreadful moment he thought that would be exactly what would happen. He rolled to the side, only just managing to avoid the falling man and found himself facing the sword he’d dropped. Gwaine scrambled, grabbing the sword again and somehow managing to pull himself to his feet. He spun around and spotted the looser grip his opponent had upon his weapon.

Gwaine swung his sword down to strike a blow to the man’s arm, making him let go of his weapon entirely. He kicked the sword away and stepped onto the man’s arm for good measure. His blade settled against the soldier’s throat.

“It’s done!” Gwaine gulped through his own heavy breathing. It was all starting to hit him, the hot pain in his leg, the throbbing ache in his shoulder and the scrapes on his face. He was starting to shake, but kept the sword firm in his grip. He looked up, glaring at Morgana through the hair that had fallen into his face. “Good enough for you?”

The room buzzed with noise. There were jeers at Gwaine and mocking taunts to his fallen opponent. Gwaine was aware of it all, but didn’t catch any of the words. His heart was pounding and his body ached. Though there was a lot of chatter around them, lots of shuffling about and pointing, Morgana sat unmoving. The man stood to her left had his arms crossed across his chest. He was smiling but there was something nasty about it which Gwaine couldn’t quite pin down.

Lancelot was also unmoving, still knelt at Morgana’s side, and Gwaine felt his heart sink. There was still nothing.

“You’re not going to finish the job?” Morgana asked, glancing down briefly at Gwaine’s defeated opponent. “I have no use for those who will fall so easily to Arthur’s toy soldiers.”

“You put one life on the line.” Gwaine tried to gulp down the desperation he felt, but there was a waiver to his voice. “I won, as you asked, and if I see you touch him again I’ll run this sword through you myself!”

The man to Morgana’s left hissed a curse as he started to draw his sword from it’s sheath. But before he could finish Morgana held out one hand to gesture for him to stop.

“Helios! It’s alright, I think I can take down one of Camelot’s little gutter rats without your assistance.”

Helios’ face twisted into a sneer at Gwaine, but he obeyed. “As you wish.”

She turned and reached to twirl a finger through Lancelot’s hair again. “You see how hard he’ll fight for you?” She asked him, her voice mocking kindness. “Do you even remember who he is?”

There was a moment as Lancelot looked Gwaine up and down.

“No,” he said. A small frown crossed his face as he turned to Morgana. “Should I?”

“I’ve told you everything you need to know,” Morgana trailed her fingers down the side of Lancelot’s face. “If you don’t recognise that man it’s because he’s nothing to you.”

Lancelot’s expression settled. “Yes my Lady.”

“No, Lancelot!” Gwaine couldn’t stand it. Forgetting about the fallen man at his feet, he started forward. “She’s lying to you, Lancelot, I-”

He barely got three paces, painful limped paces, before Morgana lazily flicked her wrist and her eyes shimmered with fire. Something unseen but heavy hit Gwaine right in the middle of his chest, knocking the air from his lungs as he was thrown backwards like a leaf in the wind.

Gwaine couldn’t help but cry out as he landed on the ground and struck the back of his head heavily against the cold stone. Bright sparks jolted across his vision and he tasted blood. He gasped for air as he coughed and couldn’t breathe.

Before he knew it, they were on him. The nearest of Morgana’s soldiers descended to grab at Gwaine’s arms and his shirt to haul him to his feet. Somehow he had kept hold of his sword, but it was easily taken from him before his arms were twisted up behind his back. One of them even yanked at his hair as Gwaine was manhandled into a barely-balanced standing position.

“Take him back to the dungeons,” Morgana ordered. “Send down the supplies in the morning. No sense in wasting resources if they won’t even live the night.”

Gwaine called Lancelot’s name as he was dragged from the room. He tried to fight and resist, but could barely struggle against the three men who pulled him away. They forced him along, almost unbalancing him with every other pace, twisting his arms so hard he was sure they were trying to snap the bones. There was a hand gripping the back of his head to tug hard at his hair, and one of them even jabbed at the wound on Gwaine’s leg.

Though he thrashed and shouted, Gwaine kept looking at Lancelot for as long as he could. He watched for something. <i>Anything.</i> Anything that might show, even for half a second, that his Lancelot was still there. Just the briefest glimpse of recognition.

But though Lancelot never broke their eye contact he seemed entirely uninterested in the commotion Gwaine caused. His eyes were dark and empty. Not even the candlelight seemed to be reflected in them.

Through the taunts being growled in his ears by the soldiers who forced him out of the room, and the mocking from those who watched, Gwaine still heard what Morgana told Helios as she gestured at the soldier he had defeated. The man was starting to pick himself up off the floor.

“You can deal with him.”

Helios withdrew his sword and advanced on the man. The soldier raised an arm over his face, then Gwaine saw nothing more as he was taken through the throne room doors into the darkened hallway.

But he heard the pleading cries and how quickly they suddenly stopped.

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Food as well as some water and fresh bandages were sent down to the dungeons the next morning, just as Morgana had said. Elyan woke up a little before that, and sat solemn and quiet as Gaius changed the dirty torn cloth bandages for cleaner ones. The only thing to tend to the wounds with was a small bowl of water, but there was nothing which could be done about that.

Gwaine still sat where he had fallen hours ago after being shoved back into the cell. He’d slumped against the wall and spent the rest of the night drifting in and out of a fitful sleep where he kept dreaming of Lancelot just out of his reach.

After Gaius finished treating Elyan’s injuries, he shuffled over to Gwaine to bind the slash wound on his leg, having managed to save just enough bandage to do so.

“What happened to you?” Elyan’s voice croaked as he broke the gloomy silence. “Did she…” a quiver to his words. “Did she also-”

“No,” Gwaine said. “She had me fight one of her men. Wanted a bit of a show, so who am I to refuse?”

Percival made a noise in the cell across from them. It was something that was both amusement and exasperation.

“Did you see him?” Elyan asked, a troubled look settling in his eyes. “Lancelot. I’m sure it was him. He was with her! But he… I don’t know. It wasn’t right. When she…”

Elyan stopped to take a gasp of air.

“You should take it easy,” Gaius said quietly, settling a hand on Elyan’s shoulder.

“No, I’m… I’m okay, it’s-” Elyan inhaled deeply through his nose before he went on. “But when she… when she used the Nathair on me, Agravaine and that other guy she was with, they both left the room. Lancelot remained but…” he shook his head. “It’s like he wasn’t even there. He didn’t react at all. I called to him, I tried to… he wouldn’t answer me.”

“She’s controlling him,” Gwaine said. It hurt, finally having to speak what he knew. While it had only been in his head a part of him that could still refuse to believe that Lancelot was being twisted and used. Though what the alternative was he didn’t know. But, no, the others had to be told. “Everything Lancelot has done since he came back is because Morgana made him. It’s some sort of enchantment, got to be. You saw his eyes, they’re far too cold.”

“The Isle of the Blessed,” came Percival’s voice. Gwaine turned so that he could face him. Percival stood at the door to his cell, his fists clasping the bars. Leon sat on the cot against the wall, staring at the floor and looking deeply disturbed. “You think… I mean, we never found his body. You think Morgana was there? Could she have taken him for all this time?”

“No,” Gaius said. They all looked to him, he was sat perched on the cot of their cell next to Elyan. He sighed deeply and then explained; “I’m sorry, but Lancelot did die that day. He sacrificed himself to close the Veil, just as you know.”

“Then how is he here now?” Elyan asked, leaning forwards though it seemed to pain him to do so.

“He’s a Shade,” Gaius told them. “A deceased soul resurrected by necromancy. It’s a very dark and very very powerful magic. Once they’re brought back to the land of the living, they’re moulded to the will of their master and completely under their control.”

So Lancelot had died that day. Gwaine slid down the wall a little more, feeling his head start to pound as he tried to take it all in. There had been that smallest spark of hope that perhaps Lancelot coming back meant they hadn’t really lost him. Somehow missing something and abandoning Lancelot to survive on his own for months was a dreadful thing, but surely Lancelot being lost was better than him being completely gone.

But no.

It had been true. Lancelot had died. Only to be stolen back and used as a puppet. Gwaine had known that Morgana was powerful and her intentions were dark but…

“Then what… oh-” Elyan’s voice started to shake again as he broke the cold silence that had settled around them. “Oh, Gwen. So she… he did something. He must have done something to her! To make her- oh what have I done?”

“I… I can’t be sure,” Gaius said. His hands awkwardly fiddled with his robe. “Merlin wasn’t able to- I don’t know what Lancelot’s actions were. Just that he’s under the control of a powerful magic.”

“No, no he did,” Gwaine straightened as he remembered the previous night. “She told me. Morgana told me that Lancelot ruined Gwen and Arthur’s engagement because she ordered him to. She sent him back here all for that. Morgana must have had him do something to Gwen.”

Elyan buried his face in his hands with a loud painful moan. “I should have known. I should have known something wasn’t right, why didn’t I realise?”

Gwaine bit back against the feeling of cold dread that swelled up inside him. He had known. He had known that <i>something</i> was wrong with Lancelot from how he barely even cast a glance at Gwaine. Lancelot had spoken to them and smiled but only, Gwaine realised, when he’d absolutely had to. Otherwise he had kept silent and to himself, wanting nothing to do with any of them. And Gwaine had tried to put an excuse in his mind as to why that might be; that perhaps something happened to Lancelot which he didn’t want to talk about. Perhaps Lancelot even felt angry that they’d left The Isle of the Blessed without him. Maybe in the time it took for him to find his way home he didn’t love Gwaine any more, or even particularly like any of them.

There had been something very wrong with Lancelot and Gwaine had known it. But he’d done nothing. And so-

“None of us could have seen what would happen,” Leon said gently, trying hard to keep his voice even but Gwaine could tell he was trying to convince himself as much as anybody.

“I’m her brother!” Elyan cried. “I should have believed her when she said she didn’t know what happened! I should have fought for her! I should have never allowed this to happen!”

“Elyan,” Gaius reached out, though didn’t quite touch him. “Your wounds.”

“I’m alright,” Elyan gasped, his chest heaving. “No. No, but. But if this is ever over, if Arthur manages to take Camelot back, I’m bringing Gwen home. She should have never been sent away, I don’t care what Arthur has to say about it!”

Elyan’s words hung heavily in the air and nobody doubted him at all. Gwaine clenched his fist into the hem of his shirt and stared at a spot on the far wall.

“And Lancelot?” he asked. “Is there a way- could we get him back?”

Gaius shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m sorry, but I just don’t know.”

#fic: a dead man’s unrest #Gwaincelot #gwaine x lancelot #bbc merlin fanfic #well see you in another three months folks #i mean hopefully not but my current trend isn't too great #big plans for shit to kick off in future though #until then oh my god i hate writing fight scenes welp #anyway enjoy the gwaine angst #it's his turn currently apparently

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