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hoarder-of-dragons · 8 months
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New princess: Well this is nice, you, me, your husband, your sister, your sister's wife, your sister's wife's husband, your sister's brother in law, your sister's brother in law's husband and his boyfriend
Everyone (except Arthur): Grinning with a peace sign
Arthur, rubbing his nose: I-I really don't know how I can explain this
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lilrambo-shooter · 11 months
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arianna-creates · 5 months
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Rmbr that old headcanon that Kilgarrah was transfigured into a bitch ass cat and Merlin decided to put up with his annoying ass for centuries so that he wouldn't go mad? Yeah me too
.... I realized the horrible implications that come from Merlin existing in the same universe as Hogwarts so I googled it and it says he was a slytherin student who "went on to do great things" guys that means that Hogwarts was founded BEFORE the prophecy came to fruition which doesn't work with BBC Merlin's plot/timeliness at alllll
In order to fit my hc's I'm gonna say he made himself look young with potions in order to study after Arthur died or maybe he just started doing magic w/o speaking and people were so impressed that they gave him a job!
My personal fav take is that he is a gay uncle but in a depressed hippie kinda way
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pyjamacryptid · 1 month
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I already gave my answer but I’m still thinking about that bbc merlin poll - the recent one that asked ‘would Merlin telling Morgana about his magic in season 1 have fixed anything?’
Because, really, I’ve been pondering over that question since I first watched the first season back in ye olde 2009. And I’ve never had a clear ‘yes’ or ‘no’ for an answer.
Would it have fixed anything? Maybe yes, for a time. I like to think so!
Would it have brought about a better timeline? Maybe? Maybe not? If Merlin told Morgana about his magic, it would be a huge, pivotal moment for sure! For good or for ill!
But there are other pivotal moments we can’t forget about, so many other forks in the road. Morgause’s involvement, for one. Uther. And we can’t forget Morgana’s own effect, the person she is, her character. That influences the scales enough on its own.
I legit feel like I’m pacing in front of a giant ass whiteboard muttering about the butterfly effect.
You might be like “Ren, it’s not that complicated, really?”
And there I am, hair wild from pulling at it in stress, like:
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morgana-ren · 3 months
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What would gortash and Durge be like in bed?? I always like to imagine a on the path to redemption Durge, who is perhaps slightly more submissive now than they were. Allowing Gortash to absolutely be the rough dominating tyrant he is. No touching, no whimpering, no begging no nothing without his permission. Sit there in some tacky gold chains and warm his cock. If he ever so much as feels that cunt of yours twitch he's denying you for the rest of the night.
Be a good girl, get on your knees under his desk and Open that mouth. let him rest his cock on your tongue while he does some paperwork. Ah ah, no noise, no swallowing, he needs to concentrate.
I think before the mindflayer parasite there whole dynamic was alot more blood and teeth, both fighting for control, but now he gets to have them how ever he wants with all the control. Finds their attempt at being good a little pathetic but their memory loss makes them oh so vulnerable and gives him the perfect opportunity to sink those manipulative claws deep.
They wouldn't drop to their knees for him then, but they will now. He'll make sure of it.
Oh, before the parasite? It would have been a show.
Two powerhouses; the deserved chosen and avatars of Gods-- Rival Gods. Sex is power, and it is a struggle-- it is a fucking fight at the best of times, and the bedroom was an arena between two titans vying for complete and total dominance. Neither would kneel or bend for the other. They would take and claw and battle for the right-- and it's always a stalemate that ends with blood on the bedsheets and one swearing vengeance for underhanded trickery to their cackling counterpart.
Banites do not kneel before Bhaalists; Bhaalists do not bend for Banites. Both command an unyielding air of dominance. Around and around and around it goes. You only get what you can make them give you, and boy, is it convoluted when two mortal bodies want nothing but to sink fang, claw, and cock into each other but the Gods looming behind them demand acquiescence.
Oh, it was great fun for Gortash. There's something simply charming about having a bedfellow comprised of stone and steel and iron will that would not bow before his command. A never-ending game where the prize is always just out of reach-- just beyond the slip of his fingers. He found his consolation prize on the occasions he was able to force her on hand and knee and swaddle himself deep in the confines of her tight, wet body, the furious fires of her rage only serving to warm him with every merciless cant of his hips.
--Yet, there is something so overwhelmingly blissful about the victory of finally cradling her newfound vulnerability in the palm of his metal-laden fingers.
Fire and fury and death incarnate though she may be, she is as a lost little lamb on exile from her flock. Her shepherd has abandoned her, and so she wanders back listlessly to the last place she felt known-- straight into his grasp.
She is a weapon, honed to a fine edge, and there will be matters to attend to later, but for now, he intends to savor his victory.
She remembers little of herself, and knows even less, but he is more than happy to fill in the blanks of her memory-- rewritten to his whims, of course. Poor dear, so lost and alone, it must have been terrible. Those urges that claw and shred at your insides, being shorn of your sanity little by little as it skelters lost behind you, blown about by tumultuous winds of your profane blood.
He will keep her safe and secure, his hand to Bane-- but she must do as he says. Doesn't she trust him? Isn't he the only one she trusts? The only constant she remembers even as her memory was cruelly lobotomized and hollowed away? Surely there is some part of her that knows she can trust him. Is that not why she found him again?
She may not remember, but her body certainly does. She no longer fights the cries caught in her throat, nor does she stiffen the exquisite arch of her back. She takes him without guilt-- without fear of reprisal-- and it is something marvelous to behold.
She is unchiseled marble; an eager, emphatic little thing he shall turn into his own personal work of art through tender hand and discipline. Her mind is a blank book and he shall fill in the pages as he sees fit. As he has cared for her, she too shall care for him to his precise needs. He will make sure of that.
There is something utterly intoxicating about taming a pure predator. She will take him into her mouth but she wouldn't dare bite down to gnash at his flesh. She will not snarl or snap as he wraps a hand around her exposed throat and squeezes. She will not retaliate with claw when he strikes her and warns her to watch her tongue. She only nods, raw need and desire exposed like a tender nerve now that her scales have been shed away.
The golden collar is a gift. A reward for being such a good girl. After all, she always was, wasn't she? She has picked up excellently right where they left off, and she is so proud as he clasps it around her neck. Never mind the chain, my love, it is there to ensure you are safe; that you do not stray too far from where he might protect you.
She takes to her lessons like an obedient pup, and she doesn't seem to notice as the chain becomes shorter and shorter still.
He could not have imagined the resplendence of the sight of her eagerly on her knees, looking up at him with doe eyes and a wet, slack lip, and surely Bane must be pleased as he feels glory lapped upon him as a wave washes over sand. Bhaal's only beloved daughter turned into a concubine of Bane. He uses her in every blasphemous way that his mind can conceive of-- and he is a man of remarkable mental capability.
He has become adept at penning a missive as he cradles her in his lap, and she remains hushed with a perfect, practiced silence as she rides him slow and deep. He cannot have distractions, after all, and if she slips and becomes a little too emphatic, he corrects the behavior swiftly. He is so terribly proud of her ability to take him well into the hollow of her throat, suckling and laving through his throbs. He is expressionless and cold and she has learned to tell from body language alone when to slow her wicked tongue and when to drive herself to gagging.
He had always craved to have her in unconventional ways-- ways she would not entertain when she was of sound mind, how degrading-- and when he now demands she bend for him and beg him to take her there, she does. Her squeals and cries through bitten lip are wondrous, but the way she begins to steadily grind back against him, coaxing his fingers to fist in her hair or encircle her throat, begging him harder and deeper and to make a mess of her is his crowning glory. He practically ruts her ass into dust, driving her into the mattress in his unrelenting lustful haze until the noise surely reaches Waterdeep.
This proud creature brought to ruin just to serve him.
His, his, only his. Any way he needs her, any way he wants her.
There are still bits and pieces of her inside her rattled mind. Dusty remnants of a malevolent, domineering life once lived. The way her tongue swipes across her teeth to lick the crimson from ivory after he 'corrects' her. The flash of fire in her eyes when he commands her about, ripping her back by the hair until she cries in ecstasy from his treatment. The snarl of indignance as he tugs at her chain, demanding she crawl on hand and knee to placate him--
--and he would have it no other way.
A prize easily won is no true prize, and the beloved blood of Bhaal is his pride and joy. She is a lioness, and he would not see her forget it. He taunts and teases her to snapping only to put her back in her place at his feet once more. He stokes those fires deliberately, only to suffocate them with his presence to remind her that she breathes for him and him alone.
His perfect pleasure vessel-- and perhaps more. It's so terribly hard to think as she whines and croons beneath him, demanding more and more of him as he withholds deliberately. His spoiled, bratty little cockdrunk darling has forgone her throne of blood to sit her exalted behind somewhere far more convenient and pleasurable to him.
Still, she must be kept in line. She takes far too easily to demanding. A hissed word, a few bruises and a bit of blood leaves her glassy-eyed and pliable once more. Open legs, open mouth, open heart.
Oh, her daddy would be so utterly humiliated if he could see the things the Banite makes her scream for. Sometimes, Gortash hopes he can.
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marivenah · 3 months
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Gothic Heroine Meiker - I was tagged by @cloudofbutterflies92 for this pretty meiker and saw @captastra do this one, too! I don't have any AUs for ocs to fit this style, so I went with some original clowns! + also tagged by @alexxmason thank you! also including the previous picrew for more accurate looks..
[redacted] (original) - demon princess || Morgana (original) - queen of the dark realm
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dullorangepulp · 2 months
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random collection of persona images that im dumping on u unexpectedly
(ive had these saved for months and i need storage space so im dumping them all here. ill TRY to credit where the original images came from but if i miss any pls let me know and ill fix it!!!)
The shitpost one is from reddit
The Morgana flipping u off one is from youtube
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Next up today is Morgana Pendragon!
I’ve done some for the canon universe and some for the modern universe.
This woman is a lesbian.
She doesn’t actually know the term but she has never been attracted to men and only ever flirted with them for fun.
The first girl she ever fell for was Gwen when they were children and her feelings grew stronger when Gwen became her maid.
She used to be a little jealous of Leon because him and Gwen were close friends due to Gwen’s mother being a maid in his household. At the time she was young and didn’t understand that she was jealous because she had feelings for Gwen all she knew was that whenever she saw Leon talking with Gwen and Elyan she felt upset.
She likes to give Gwen kisses on her forehead whenever no one is looking. This always makes Gwen get really flustered which Morgana thinks is adorable.
Whenever she’s had a bad vision that leaves her too scared to sleep she’ll sometimes ask Gwen to stay in the room with her because Gwen makes her feel safe. She has on occasion asked Gwen to lay down with her so she can hold her and wrap around her. It makes her feel safe enough to fall asleep knowing she has someone she loves with her in her arms.
Modern Headcanons:
Morgana goes to many pride parades and always has her pride flag colours painted on her nails. She always asks Gwen and Merlin along with her since they’re both Bi and occasionally Arthur will come along too.
She is a fan of a lot of Queer artists such as Tegan and Sara, Dodie Clark and Girl in Red. She is also into a lot of rock bands too.
Arthur was the first person she ever came out to because she felt like he’d understand. She’d seen the way he was with Merlin and knew that this was what she felt about Gwen. Arthur was accepting and they both talk about things all the time.
She doesn’t really talk to Uthur unless she has to because she’s sure he would be bothered by it. The only reason she actually sees him at all is for Arthur’s sake because her brother isn’t ready to break away from him yet.
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lesbicosmos · 2 months
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rewatching merlin with my mum is so fun because i get to actually give her my gay commentary this time
the first time we watched it i wasn't out yet lmao
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Morgana: How bout this? *holds up a skin tight oufit*
Merlin: All the clothes you've shown me are slutty!
Morgana: Yes...but they will look so good on you! *sends Merlin an encouraging look*
Morgana: They're custom-designs, I had them made just for you.
Merlin: *eyebrow raised* Where did you get the money?
Morgana: From Arthur's credit card for the clothing and my father's credit card for our lunch. *smirks*
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camelots-daffodil · 2 years
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BBC Merlin really went this is Arthur, and Arthur’s girlfriend Gwen, and Gwen’s girlfriend Morgana, and Morgana’s boyfriend Merlin, and Merlin boyfriend Arthur, and-
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muchmossymess · 3 months
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I think Morgana should get to say a slur, as a treat
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waywardsalt · 5 months
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each of the thieves’ perfect/alternate… third semester realities are so interesting. like… what it suggests about them that that is what they wanted and consider a perfect (or happier) reality. and then the question of how they feel living in that reality after remembering the truth and until they dismantle it. like… half of the cast (makoto, haru, futaba) is living with dead relatives. ryuji is back in the club that he (kinda not really) ruined and was practically ostracized from. ann has her best friend back, both of them completely clean of the trauma inflicted by kamoshida. yusuke- fucking yusuke’s third semester reality is the most fascinating to me- his perfect reality is one where is mother is still dead and he’s still student under a much… generally better version of madarame- holy SHIT theres so much to unpack about yusuke’s reality
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morgana-ren · 8 months
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Someone teach me how to make gifs, I got a fucking goldmine
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morganalefae · 6 months
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started rewatching merlin and i will neverrrr not love episode 1. merlin arrives fresh out of town and IMMEDIATELY some guy is beheaded and uther says magic is ILLEGAL if u have magic ill KILL YOU. anyway. in honour of how much we FUCKING HATE MAGIC let have a celebration! a great feast! fuck magic!
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ifmagicexists · 9 months
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there's something that bothers me so much whenever i read or see magic reveal concepts that involve "i'm more mad you lied to me than i am about the magic how could you keep such a big secret from me" and i finally realized its because it feels so. dismissive of merlin's struggle? him having to watch people with magic be arrested or executed or burned day after day after day, to listen to the people closest to him so casually refer to it as evil, as though that were an unquestionable fact, having to live every single day less and less sure he could ever be accepted after hiding so long and seeing so much.
like in general but esp as a queer person, seeing these takes that make a magic reveal just about "why didn't you tell me don't you trust me" when actually the characters did not really give merlin much reason to trust they would be accepting (and in fact often in their very reactions demonstrate exactly why he was hesitant), and even if they had he lives!!! in a place where it is literally illegal!!!! like it is so frustrating to constantly see these perspectives where arthur or the knights angrily question why merlin couldn't tell them and merlin just being silent in response, when its so beyond clear how difficult a position merlin was in.
merlin is almost never the main character in his own magic reveal scenarios beyond just worrying about the other person liking him again, and while i get why that is, since its the other person's perspective shifting usually, its still frustrating because its meant to be a culmination of his life's struggle and finally a full realization and acceptance of himself, and i wish we could see more of that: more of merlin's own messy emotions towards having to hide for so long, over fearing his own friends, over suppressing who he is, over getting used to being open about it for the first time in his entire life.
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