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whisperedmeg · 5 days ago

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BLIND CONTOUR ―.✦ s.r. soft animal series ∘ part x

pairing: spencer reid x fem!nurse!reader

summary: an HR training forces her to reckon with how it all began — the softness she offered, the power she didn’t realize she held. then a prison lockdown leaves her bloodied, trembling, and safe only in his arms. he holds her like something he never wants to erase.

genre: hurt/comfort, smut

w/c: 3.6k

tags/warnings: post-prison spencer, discussion of power dynamics/imbalance, prison lockdown, mentions of blood/injury, sort of a hostage situation, shower scene, unprotected p in v (unprotected as in no condom but it’s established she’s on bc and don’t worry this isn’t a setup for an unplanned pregnancy trope I promise lmao), crying during sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare/cuddling

a/n: this chapter is kind of all over the place, but I think it’s an important one for a bunch of reasons. as always, I appreciate all comments/likes/reblogs more than I can even express! thank you sm to everyone who has followed the series so far 🫶🏼 part 11 is coming sometime next week. can’t believe there’s only 3 more chapters left 🥲

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The PowerPoint projected onto the wall said Ethical Conduct in Correctional Health Settings, but it might as well have said This Will Ruin Your Morning.

I sat in the breakroom with lukewarm coffee and five other nurses while a representative from HR clicked through slides that felt vaguely threatening. Phrases like dual relationships and over-identification floated across the screen in dull font, all framed in neutral language that still made my stomach twist.

“Inmate patients often misinterpret kindness as romantic or personal interest,” the presenter said. “This can lead to inappropriate attachment behaviors, especially if boundaries aren’t clear.”

I stared at my coffee. It had gone cold.

The slide changed. Power Dynamics in Clinical Encounters. A list of bullet points followed — positional authority, dependency for care, zone of helpfulness.

And all I could think about was Spencer.

Not the version of him now — not my Spencer, folded into our shared Saturday mornings eating yogurt with the foil lid still attached. No, the version from Millburn. Hollow-eyed. Quiet. Clever, even when he didn’t speak. The man who used a chessboard to communicate and didn’t smile often, but when he did, it made me weak in the knees.

I thought about the first time he beat me in Scrabble. He used words like flybys and zymurgy and quixotic so casually, as if that was something normal people did during a concussion screening. I thought about how I’d smiled at him like a secret. About how he’d looked at me like I was oxygen.

I’d always let him stay in the infirmary longer than he needed to. I’d played games with him, let him talk to me, given him back a piece of control over his time, his choices. It had felt harmless. Gentle, even. But the truth was, I had been the one holding all the power, even when I thought I was just showing him kindness.

He hadn’t been allowed to decide anything about his own life back then — not what he wore, or when he ate, or where he slept. So I let him decide whether we played chess or Scrabble. I let him talk to me like he was a person instead of a number, and I told myself that meant we were equal. But we weren’t. I was the one who got to walk out at the end of the day. I was the one with the badge, the authority, the agency.

I wasn’t ashamed of loving him. But for the first time, I realized how much of that love had started when he had no other choice but to trust the only softness available. I wasn’t wrong to care for him. But I hadn’t seen just how deeply the system had narrowed his options — or how easily love can grow toward the only open window, like a tiny plant stuck in the shadows, stretching desperately towards the sun.

The session ended. Someone made a joke about how none of us had time for “romantic inmate drama” anyway. Everyone laughed. But I felt sick.

—

When I got to Spencer’s place after my shift, he was on the couch, legs tangled in a blanket, a book open on his lap. His glasses had slipped down his nose and his curls were in full rebellion.

“Hey,” he said, looking up. “You okay?”

I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my shoes. “Yeah. Just work stuff.”

He watched me cross the room and then set his book aside. I sat down and curled in beside him, resting my head on his shoulder.

I thought about how people — people like Spencer — study faces. I’d spent so many hours trying to read Spencer’s back then, trying to interpret the distance in his gaze, the calculation in his stillness. And now, watching him beside me, I realized I wanted to be read, too.

After a moment, I said, “Will you draw me?”

He blinked. “What?”

“Like in an art class. Blind contour. You don’t look down. You don’t lift your pen. You just draw what you see.”

“Baby,” he said, trying not to laugh, “I can’t draw.”

“I’m not asking for a masterpiece, Spence. I’m asking for an absolutely terrible line drawing of my face.”

He tilted his head. “Where is this coming from?”

I hesitated. “I think I just want to know how you see me. Not the polished version. Just… whatever comes through. Plus, it might be funny.”

He looked at me for a long beat. “Okay,” he said finally. “But only if I get to keep it.”

We rummaged for pencils and a sketchbook. He sat cross-legged on the couch, turned towards me as I sat against the other end.

“No peeking at the paper,” I warned.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

For the next few minutes, he was completely focused. Every now and then he’d mutter things like, “I think this is your eyebrow, but it might be your nose,” or “I might’ve accidentally given you a third eye”

I couldn’t stop smiling, and his eyes never left my face.

When he was done, he turned the pad around.

It was tragically awful. My right eye sat closer to my chin than my forehead and I was pretty sure I counted four nostrils.

I laughed. “Wow. That’s even worse than I imagined.”

He grinned. “It’s strange how hard it is to get something right when you’re trying desperately not to mess it up.”

The words landed differently than he meant them to. I swallowed. “My turn.”

—

Drawing him was harder than I thought it would be. Not because of the exercise, but because of what it brought up. His face had changed since prison — softer in some ways, older in others. But there were pieces of him I still remembered vividly. How angular he looked in fluorescent light. How his hands trembled when he’d first get brought in by the COs.

I traced the curve of his nose in my mind. Let the pencil follow.

When I finished, I looked down at the paper and burst into laughter. I’d drawn his eyes almost on top of one another, so he ended up looking more like a cyclops than a human. His ears were so crooked you could barely tell I’d even intended for them to be ears. I handed him the monstrosity, still giggling. “It’s so bad,” I said. “And somehow also completely you.”

He held the page gently, as if it was fine art.

“I love it,” he asserted with a wide grin.

After a long moment of silence, I raised a quiet question, my mind still stuck on the HR slides from earlier. “Do you ever think about how little choice you had?”

Spencer looked at me. “What do you mean?”

“When we met. I could’ve walked away. You couldn’t.”

He blinked. His posture shifted, like he wasn’t sure whether this was a memory or a minefield.

“I sat through a training this morning,” I explained. “They were talking about power dynamics. About how inmates might misinterpret kindness. About how health care providers can become too emotionally involved. And all I could think about was you and me.”

He was silent, listening.

“I remember every time I let you stay longer in the infirmary. Every game of chess. Every smile you gave me like it was something you weren’t supposed to hand over. And I realized — even when it felt mutual, it wasn’t.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but I kept going.

“I always saw you as my equal, but you weren’t. Not really. I didn’t realize how unfair that was to you until today.”

Spencer took a slow breath.

“I’m not saying what we have isn’t real,” I added quickly. “God, Spence, I know it is. And you didn’t ever misinterpret anything. You didn’t misread the signs I was giving you. But I still can’t stop thinking about how little agency you had. How I might’ve inadvertently taken advantage of the position you were in, flirting with you when you didn’t have anywhere else to turn.”

His gaze held mine. “You were the only person in there who treated me like I wasn’t broken. If there was a power imbalance, it didn’t come from you.”

“But it was there,” I said. “And you still fell in love with me.”

He reached across the couch, resting his fingers lightly on my knee.

“I didn’t fall in love with you in prison. I survived because of you in prison. I had a crush on you, of course. But I fell in love with you after. After you showed up at my apartment and didn’t look back.”

Tears stung my eyes.

“You made me feel like I was worth knowing again,” he said.

I leaned forward and pressed my forehead to his.

“I’m still sorry,” I whispered.

“I know,” he said softly. “But you don’t have to be.”

Later that night, we curled up on the couch, a blanket tossed over our legs. Our hideous drawings sat side by side on the coffee table.

He traced slow circles on the inside of my wrist.

“We should frame them,” he murmured.

I laughed. “Seriously?”

“They’re terrible,” he admitted. “But they’re honest.”

I smiled, watching the curve of his mouth as he looked at the drawings.

“They’re us,” I whispered.

“Exactly.”

—

I went back to work the next day, giggling at the sight of the drawings on the coffee table before I left his apartment.

It was a normal shift at first — charting, two medication rounds, a sprained ankle from rec time. Spencer had kissed my forehead that morning like nothing in the world could go wrong.

But it happened fast. A snapped broomstick turned into a shiv. A hallway scuffle flared into chaos. And then everything locked down.

Sirens screamed overhead as the COs bolted every entry. The intercom crackled something about securing infirmary staff, but I was already on the wrong side of the door.

I’d stepped out to grab more gauze from the supply room. One second I was rounding the corner near Block C, and the next, I was face to face with an inmate I didn’t recognize — bleeding from the forehead, shirt torn, wild-eyed and twitchy like he hadn’t slept in days.

He had a sharpened toothbrush in one hand.

My mouth went dry.

“There’s nowhere to go,” he said, voice too calm. “They locked us in.”

I didn’t run. I couldn’t. My body was all instinct and slow breath. I raised my hands.

“Okay,” I said softly, carefully. “Let’s sit. I’ll help you with that cut, alright?”

He didn’t answer. Just stared — eyes glassy and unpredictable. I registered the tremble in his hand, the way the makeshift weapon hovered at his side. He wasn’t threatening me, not directly. But he wasn’t stable either.

“I’m a nurse,” I said. “You’re hurt. Let me help.”

A long beat passed. Then, slowly, he nodded.

I sat cross-legged against the wall, heart thudding in my ears. When he crouched beside me, I fought the urge to flinch.

I didn’t have gloves. I didn’t have anything but the gauze I’d been holding. I pressed it gently to his temple. Blood welled beneath it, and it soaked through quickly — onto my hands, into the cuff of my sleeve. I just kept applying pressure, steady and firm.

“What’s your name?” I asked, voice thin.

A pause. “Tony.”

“Hi, Tony. You’re gonna be okay. Just keep breathing.”

We sat like that for what felt like hours — no clocks, no guards, just distant shouts and the thunder of fists on bars. I could hear the static of CO radios, barked orders, the sound of something heavy slamming into steel. Somewhere, someone was crying. Somewhere else, someone was laughing — manic and unhinged.

Tony kept the shiv in his lap. I tried not to look at it.

Every few minutes, his hands would twitch. Once, he stood up suddenly, pacing a few feet before crouching again. I didn’t move.

The second time he stood, I braced for the worst — and then he just sat back down with a sigh and pressed the gauze tighter to his head.

“I didn’t mean to be here,” he muttered. “I wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“I know,” I said, even though I didn’t.

Eventually, a CO found us and barked for Tony to stand. He dropped the toothbrush without protest. I watched them zip-tie his wrists and haul him down the corridor, blood crusted at his temple. I still don’t know what he’d done. I just knew he didn’t hurt me.

But he could have.

That’s what stuck.

My hands didn’t stop shaking, not even when I scrubbed them raw in the infirmary sink. I could still see the red stain of his blood on my scrubs, dried now, crusted at the seams. And I couldn’t get the image of that plastic handle out of my mind — the way it had gleamed under the flickering light. The way it reminded me, viscerally, that kindness doesn’t always protect you.

I wasn’t able to check my phone until I was cleared to leave two hours later.

Twelve missed calls. Seven texts. Three voicemails.

All from Spencer.

—

When I finally got to his apartment, the door opened before I even had the chance to fumble with my keys. Spencer stood there in the doorway, looking panicked and sleep-deprived and like he’d run through every possible worst-case scenario a thousand times.

His hands flew to my face like he didn’t believe I was real. “God, are you okay?”

I nodded, barely.

“I saw it on the news. You weren’t answering. I—I couldn’t reach you. I had Garcia hack into Millburn’s internal system. She got me CO radio traffic and timestamped movement logs, but we couldn’t find anything about you, there was nothing—” His voice cracked. “I thought—I thought something had happened to you.”

“You shouldn’t have done that. You could’ve gotten in trouble with the Bureau for abusing their systems,” I whispered, too shocked and touched to mean it.

“I don’t care,” he said firmly. “I had to try and find you.”

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest so tight it almost hurt. I felt the tremor in his shoulders before I heard the heavy breath he sucked in.

I closed my eyes and let myself shake.

—

The shower was his idea.

“You’re covered in someone else’s blood,” he said gently. “Let me help.”

We undressed slowly, almost clinically. He reached for the faucet, tested the water with his hand, then stepped aside, waiting like he was afraid to rush me.

The moment I stepped under the spray, I broke.

Not loud. Not sobbing. Just a quiet, unstoppable unraveling — muscles trembling, jaw clenched, eyes burning. The adrenaline was gone, and all that was left was fear, thick in my throat.

Spencer stepped in behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist like a bandage pulled snug. He didn’t say anything. Just held me, chest pressed to my back, hands splayed over my ribs like he was trying to count each one and make sure none had splintered without him noticing.

I leaned into him and let the water wash over us.

When he reached for the shampoo, his fingers threaded through my hair with tenderness. He massaged my scalp slowly, carefully, like he was afraid I might flinch if he moved too fast. I stood still while he rinsed it out, then turned to face him.

He cupped my jaw and kissed my forehead. Then he reached for the washcloth, lathered it between his palms, and began to wash my body — my arms, my shoulders, my chest, down to my stomach, my legs. Gentle, thorough, like he was scrubbing off the fear and replacing it with his love.

“I was so afraid something happened to you,” he said finally, voice ragged.

“I know,” I whispered. “But it didn’t. I’m right here.”

He exhaled shakily, something cracking open in his expression.

“I didn’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” he said. “I kept thinking, what if I never got to touch you again? What if I didn’t say I love you enough?”

My throat tightened. I reached for his hand and laced our fingers together under the stream. “You did. You do.”

There was a long, trembling pause.

Then came the shift. Like something soft giving way under the weight of too much feeling. He let the cloth fall and leaned in to kiss me — slow, steady, and full of ache.

There was no urgency — not yet. Just the quiet gravity of skin and memory. His hands found my waist, and mine threaded into his damp curls. We kissed under the spray until the water went cold.

When we stepped out, he dried me gently, then himself. We made our way to the bed wrapped in towels, in silence, in something close to reverence.

He laid me down like something precious. Crawled over me like he didn’t want to miss a single breath.

“I need you,” he said softly. “Need to feel you.”

I nodded, brushing a curl from his forehead. “You’ve got me. I need you, too.”

His hand went to the nightstand for a condom, but I stopped him.

“You… you don’t have to,” I said softly, and Spencer looked down at me like a deer in headlights. “I’m on the pill. You know I take it religiously. I’m okay with it if you’re okay with it.”

He froze. “You’re sure?”

I held his gaze. “I’m sure,” I whispered.

His face shifted — awe, want, disbelief. Then he kissed me again, deeper now.

When he pushed inside me, it felt like coming home. He moved slowly and carefully until we were fully joined then stilled there, breath shaking. We both gasped — even after everything, this closeness still had the power to undo us.

He pressed his forehead to mine. Our noses brushed. Our hands found each other and held tight.

We started to move together, slow at first — long, deep strokes that made my body arch into his without thinking. My legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring him to me.

He groaned against my mouth, kissed me hard. “You have no idea how scared I was,” he said, voice broken.

I whimpered softly, fingertips digging into his back. “Shhh. I don’t want to talk about that right now. Just focus on this,” I begged.

We moved like that — like we were rediscovering each other, like every thrust was a tether, pulling us tighter. The pleasure built sharp and slow, pulled from something deeper than just sensation.

His pace quickened, just slightly. His lips traced my jaw, my throat, the shell of my ear. “I need you to let go for me,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “I want to feel you fall apart.”

I moaned, body trembling. “Touch me,” I breathed. “Please.”

His hand slipped between us, thumb circling just right. I broke with a gasp, hips bucking, body clenching tight around him.

“That’s it,” he murmured, holding me through it. “God, you’re so beautiful when you come.”

My breath caught in my throat. My eyes stung. I didn’t even realize I was crying until he kissed the tears from my cheek.

“Hey,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

He shifted slowly, gently guiding me onto my side and curling around me from behind. He slid back in with a low groan, burying his face in the curve of my neck.

This angle — this closeness — was unbearable in the best way. He moved deeper, slower, like he needed to feel every inch of me, like anything faster would be too much.

“You’re okay,” he whispered, hand over my heart. “You’re safe.”

I turned my head just enough to kiss his cheek, and it was then I noticed the glistening tear streaks running down his face, too. “Only because you’re here.”

He moaned softly, his arm tightening around my waist, his rhythm stuttering as I pushed back against him. His fingers found mine again and held tight, grounding us both. The pleasure unfurled once more in my belly, deeper this time. A slow rise toward something bright and breaking.

“I love you,” he said hoarsely. “More than anything.”

“I love you too,” I breathed — and then I was coming again, shuddering around him, everything inside me tightening and releasing in slow, rolling waves. My back arched, my breath caught, and I felt him everywhere.

He buried his face in my shoulder and let go with me. His whole body shook as he came, a raw, wrecked sound tearing from his throat. I felt it — the pulse of him deep inside, the heat, the staggering intensity of it.

He clung to me like he might fall apart without something to hold, and I held him just as tightly.

When it was over, he didn’t pull away. He wrapped the blanket around us, tucked his body close, kept himself buried inside me like he couldn’t bear to be anywhere else.

“Promise me I’m never going to lose you,” he whispered, still shaking.

“‘M not going anywhere,” I replied softly, my voice loose and sleepy and in love. I reached for his hand and looped our pinkies together. “Promise.”

We lay there for a long time. Quiet. Still. The worst of the day behind us. The fear, the waiting, the helplessness.

Now there was only this — the warmth of skin, the hush of steady breath, the outline of two people who’d almost come undone.

Not perfect. Not polished.

Just two messy shapes drawn in unbroken lines — holding each other together.

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claramelooo · 1 month ago

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CHECKMATE

Hey, my lovely readers! It's been a while, huh? I missed you so much!

It with big pleasure that I present for you my new project. I've been try a new formula that I wanted to write this one. So, it's a experiment....

Maybe I'll post the chapter one still this month... I don't know... I have a lot of things to do... urghhh 😩😩😩

But anyways... I hope you can enjoy it!

MINORS MUST NOT INTERACT

Warnings: +18, BDSM, Top/bottom dinamic, Brat/Tammer dinamic, Agatha dom! Reader bottom! Reader top from the bottom! (sometimes), manipulation, dubcon, strap, mommy kink, mommy issues, age difference (Agatha's 50 and R's 20), degradation, power dinamic, cnc, angst, fluffy, spanking, anal, feet & plot twist.

Prologue

When the pawn is the chosen piece.

The camera smiles first.

And then, as always, she follows.

Agatha Harkness lifts her chin gently, a polite smile precisely sculpted on her lips — sweet, almost kind. That’s what they expect from her: empathy. A human candidate. Submissive to the will of the people, loyal to the country, the eternal widow of America. A woman who married only once, who never hid scandals… simply because she never had any.

Never allowed them.

She moves like a queen on the chessboard. Dangerous, but discreet. Lethal, if underestimated.

“Washington needs change, and I’m the only one who can make it happen,” she says into the mic at the end of yet another exhausting debate, her voice calm, clear, and motherly.

The cameras flash.

Hearts ignite with the fire that politics stirs.

Jennifer Barkley smiles behind the cameras, proud. Tony Stark, ever the charmer, steps forward to shake her hand, congratulating her on the success of the spectacle — a staged show of support, crafted by numbers and strategists.

But Agatha no longer sees any of it.

She’s only thinking about what she’s about to lose if she gives in to the temptation of feeling.

Because in the political game, love is a distraction.

And she’s not here to be loved.

She’s here to win.

The fake ID feels warm in your hand, made of cheap plastic, and you were sure it cost less than a subway ride.

The tight dress Carol lent you didn’t do justice to the city of Seattle — rich and green. You were sure she’d gone overboard picking a bar like this.

But c’mon… it’s Carol Danvers!

All it takes is one smile from her and you obey.

The entrance to the bar is a breath of freedom in the silent prison your life has become — your relationship with her, if you can even call it that. Carol holds your hand, but not out of care.

It’s possession.

A warning.

The pulsing lights pull you away from reality for one night. You drink and pretend this is happiness.

Until your eyes meet hers.

Icy blue eyes — you were certain there was a hint of green, or maybe it was just the bar’s lights.

But they’re hers.

And they’re locked on you.

The stare is hard, severe. You shrink inside, wondering if something’s out of place. Your hair? Your makeup?

Shit, you curse yourself silently. You knew it was a mistake to wear so much mascara. Now all your flaws were probably plain to see for that woman who looked so… perfect.

You look away, embarrassed. But something lingers. A tension you can’t name. A presence that doesn’t dissolve, even when you turn your back.

It was 3 a.m. You searched for Carol with blurry, drunken eyes, the need to breathe in a calm, quiet space growing by the second. The energy in that place was draining you, making you want to cry.

You hold back the tears like it’s just another regular day, searching for the nearest exit so you can breathe and escape the sea of people.

The half-jammed emergency door creaks open, and you seem to have found a safe place to regulate your emotions.

Seattle’s ever-freezing air makes you feel even lonelier, more depressed — until someone else seems to need space just as much as you…

It’s her!

The woman from the table across the bar.

The woman with cold, terrifying eyes.

Terrifyingly hypnotic.

You lift your eyes a bit higher and take a chance.

The feminine silhouette before you is imposing, stunning. Dark hair cascading like a rope framing a strong face — but something in her flushed cheeks, from the alcohol or maybe the cold, adds a softness to her otherwise severe figure.

You’re intrigued.

The cobalt blue gaze like icy blades piercing into your soul. She doesn’t smile. But she studies you, as if discovering something you never even knew about yourself.

You swallow hard.

She doesn’t even ask your name.

And still, you feel like you’ve just been chosen.

~*~

I dedicate this story to all lovers of politics and women, especially haha 😆💜

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chokkobun · 2 months ago

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i swore i'd use this account more, so! have this viggo sketch while i drown in other projects and work! i wanted to draw him looking at a chessboard so that i can motivate myself to finish my own fanfic too orz one chance mr grimborn...

#personal art tag #viggo grimborn #rtte #httyd #httyd rtte #httyd fanart #can u believe hes my first villain crush at 26 years old

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cryptic-forge · 3 months ago

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here's some miscellaneous things i've recently made/customized for our home, just because i felt like posting.

a wall clock for my room, because i wanted to be able to tell the time at a glance from my desk. customized from an old clock, so i was able to keep the numbers on the face & the genereral shape of it. should hang it with something that's not just a screw.

a little side table for the living room, because the armchair/end of the couch sorely lacked a place to set down a cup/plate. the leg is spliced together from multiple pine branches, while the table is a thrifted wooden tray. would love to say i carved the pattern, but it in fact came that way.

a chessboard, just for fun. i'm probably not going to make any pieces to go with it, and just use it as a decorative tray. features glass mosaic tiles, 3d modeled mosaic tiles, and edge swirls made of hot glue in silicone molds, combined together with hand-sculpted air-dry clay.

another table for the living room corner. this was also thrifted, but needed some fixing. it had a thick layer of varnish that had gone bright yellow, and as a first-aid move, i painted this fake dark wood texture on top. eventually i would love to sand the varnish off and use wood stain to get the dark color, but i do not currently have the sanding equipment or the workspace for that.

living room lamp. i thrifted the lamp and was inspired by its gourd-like shape to paint it vaguely like a lantern fruit.

i bought a roll of this art deco wallpaper & have been using it to decorate several items of furniture. this drawer under my desk used to be white, but now it fits my room much better. should get some kind of a container for the craft things on top of it though. i've also been doing a lot of other small-scale interior decoration projects. there are still objects i want to repaint & some small furniture and decoration items i need to make, and i'm gonna have a lot of fun with them too.

#cryptic forge extracurriculars #is gonna be my tag for things that aren't dolls

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mentally-gone002 · 11 months ago

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i waited for you

summary: just pure fluff

a/n: sorry it’s been a few days gang i’m working on a big project atm so if i go mia that’s why

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the white queen that once had a place on the marbled chessboard twirled between each of her fingers beside her head. her elbow propped on the table was covered by one of spencer’s many sweaters bunched up and sliding down her forearm. the way the sunlight streamed in through the beige curtains cast a light that made her look angelic. her hair was messy and beautiful. the way her eyelashes almost kissed the highs of her cheeks was making spencer swoon the longer he stared.

“spencer, it’s your move.” she tilted her head to meet his eyes, smiling gently at him.

he straightened his posture with the quick clear of his throat before his eyes focused back to the chess game. he tried to think of the next move with his fingers hovering above the board but all he could think about was her. he looked back up at her and dropped his hand that would have moved a piece of the game.

she noticed and held eye contact with him. “something wrong, baby?” her voice was oh so gentle and her hand slid across the table to take his in the middle. she could hold his heart in her hands and it would be safer there than in his chest.

spencer shook his head, and stared at their hands. the corner of his mouth twitched up. “i…” he hesitated, “i think i love you.” the confession came out airy and barely audible.

her hand still fiddling with the queen chess piece dropped, the gentle thud making spencer worried that her skin would have discoloration. she stared at spencer’s face, his eyes, nose, lips. she went over every detail like it was the first time all while her heart hammered inside her chest. she thought spencer would hear it if she didn’t breathe.

“you don’t have to say it-“

“i love you.” she blurted, stopping his words in his throat. her hand that was holding his squeezed in assurance. “i was waiting for you to say it, just so i knew it was real.”

spencer felt his heart ache at that. did she think he didn’t love her? he pulled at her hand as a way of silently telling her to stand up and walk to him.

she stood, slowly, and rounded the small table until she was standing knee to knee with him. spencer slid his empty hand onto her hip, pulling her down to sit on his lap, straddling his waist.

“did you think i didn’t love you?” spencer whispered because they were nose to nose. she only shrugged, fingers toying with the collar of the sweater he was wearing.

her eyes switched from his left and right multiple times before her lips parted and she said, “i never doubted you for a second, but i wanted to be sure.” she smiled. “i waited for you.”

he smiled as his eyes lingered on her pink lips. he blinked slowly, taking the time between his eyes closing to shift his gaze up to meet hers. “i love you,” he whispered, liking how the three words sounded when they were meant for her and her only. “so much.”

“i love you too.” her hands tangled in his hair as her lips pressed against his own slowly and with the most gentle intentions.

spencer melted, his arms winding around her waist and his hands pulling the fabric of her sweater into his hands. he reveled in the feeling of their lips between each others, slipping and dancing together slowly. he sighed, breathless, when there was minimal space between them for needed breaths.

she smiled at him, tracing his jaw with her fingers. “say it again.” she whispered it gently.

it made spencer smile and kiss her again, once before he told her, “i love you.” he’s not afraid of wearing it out.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid drabble

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thehoneybeehive · 4 months ago

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James "Bucky" Barnes Headcannon

CW: Fluff, SFW, just cute ideas I cant get out of my head

Once this man is comfortable with you, you are not going to be able to get rid of him. He is by your side every free moment, always clinging to or touching you in some way.

Relating to that, this man is secretly the biggest cuddler. He definitely had issues with physical contact when you first started dating due to his past, but over time his walls break down and he becomes nothing more than a clingy little puppy. You can't sit on the couch without his head in your lap, can't brush your teeth without an arm around your waist and a chin on your shoulder, can't... well, you get the idea.

Is never bad at whatever new hobby he picks up. Part of his recovery is trying new hobbies, an attempt to feel more 'normal' again, but what you didn't expect when he started this next step was him being amazing at anything he tried. Woodworking? You have a new chessboard by the end of the month that looks like it's professionally made. Drawing? There is quickly a sketchbook full of sketches that look like they were drawn by Monet (what, are you surprised? He watched Steve draw all the time growing up). Pottery? You have a whole new dinnerware set before you even realize your old ones are gone.

There is one exception: knitting. He tried it in an attempt to lower stress and ease the arthritis settling in his hands (Years of battle and missions have ruined his joints). You assumed it would just be another thing he is amazing at until he presented you with his first project... a scarf? It took a stuttering guess from you and a pouty reply from Bucky to figure out it was supposed to be a shawl and luckily he just laughed with you when you giggled at the mangled mess of string. Bucky gave up on knitting after only one project, but the shawl still lives on the back of your reading chair for years to come.

This man smells amazing. He may leave his laundry on the floor but his personal hygiene is impeccable. You can bet he wears some basic bitch tom ford cologne but god he pulls it off like nothing else. It smells the perfect mix of the artificial scent and his own.

As much as he claims to have forgotten what it was like to date, how he claims to have lost his 40s charm, you see it. It's in the way he is always shrugging his jacket off and around your shoulders before you even process you're cold, it's in the way he never lets you pay (unless we're talking about that one time he lost his wallet and you paid for lunch, it's still a sore subject, even if he secretly liked it), it's the way he leans in the doorway with a cheesy pickup line and bouquet of flowers every date night even after years of marriage. He may not be as smug or sure of himself as he once was, instead of a smirk a soft blush coats his cheeks with every smile you throw his way, but the love behind his gestures never wavers.

#james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes comfort fic #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #james bucky barnes #fluff #sfw #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #comfort character #headcanon #character headcanons #hcs

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Off The Record: Part Seven🖤

Natasha Romanoff x Criminal Defense Lawyer!Original Female Character

Summary: She’s built a career on keeping secrets and defending the worst with nothing to lose. That changed when Natasha Romanoff showed up on the other side of the courtroom.

Warnings: descriptions of violence, psychological manipulation, implied child abuse and trauma, emotional abuse, mentions of torture, human and sex trafficking, war crimes and murder, implied coercion, legal corruption, gun violence, secondary character deaths, power imbalance, blood and injury depiction

A/N: not the happiest with this editing but we move, pay attention to the warnings for this one!

Chapter Seven

Abandoned Warehouse, New York

April 3, 2022

The sack was pulled off.

Sienna blinked hard against the low fluorescent glare, pain blooming hot and sudden at her temple. The floor beneath her was concrete, cold, dusty, reeking of oil and metal. Somewhere nearby, a pipe dripped like a broken clock counting down.

Then she heard it.

“Blake.”

That voice. Honeyed and sharp.

Luka.

She turned her head slowly. Same lean build and that same hawk’s gaze. But something was off, he looked scrubbed clean, surgically calm. Like he’d sterilised every part of himself that used to feel.

He crouched beside her. “Had to pull you off the chessboard for a bit.” He said. “You’ve been making… creative moves.”

“Don’t pretend this is a check-in.” She rasped. Her throat felt raw. “You dragged me off the street. Lost my number?”

“You were wandering.” Luka reached out, brushed a strand of hair from her face like a parent soothing a child. “I needed to reorient you.”

“Bullshit. You needed control.”

His smile widened, just slightly. Something darker flickered beneath. “You always say that when I remind you who you are, where you’re from.”

Sienna pushed herself upright, hands sliding against the grit as she rose on unsteady legs. “I’m not yours, Luka. We might be family but I’m not your weapon. Not your project. You lost that right years ago.”

He took a step closer. Deliberate. Patient. His voice stayed soft, but every word landed with edge. “You forget how many times I saved you. If anyone found out who you really are... they’d tear you apart. You still work for me remember that.”

She let out a bitter laugh. “You don’t save people. You break them before anyone else can.”

A twitch at his jaw, barely there but real. The only crack in the mask.

“We were good together once.” He reminisced. “You were sharper then, more focused.”

“I was twelve.” She shot back. “Orphaned and clinging to my ‘big brother’ like he was the only thing keeping me from drowning.”

He didn’t reply.

So she pressed. “You trained me, no, you groomed me. Wrapped it in loyalty and called it love.”

“It was love.” He murmured. Sienna didn’t miss the ‘was’.

“No.” Her voice cut like glass. “It was a cult. A cult of violence and fear. I stayed because I didn’t know better, because I thought I was honouring my parents.”

Luka exhaled hard, turned his back briefly. His composure faltered, just for a moment.

“You’ve been slipping.” He repeated. “Losing the thread. Maksim’s been concerned.”

She stilled. “Maksim’s been lying.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Maybe not. But even the whisper of betrayal? I can’t wait for the storm. You know that, little sister.”

He crossed the room, grabbed something behind a crate and dragged it across the floor with a low scrape.

A body, slumped, bound and hooded.

Sienna’s pulse surged.

“Luka…”

He didn’t answer her, he didn’t even look.

He just pulled the hood off.

Antonia.

“Antonia…” Sienna choked out. “Oh my god.”

Luka stood calmly between them, a wall of cold authority. “She’s been playing both sides.” He told her. “You didn’t know this but she helped us move a case through Vienna last year. Information. Names.”

Sienna stared at him, breath catching. “She didn’t know it was you behind this case, Luka! You’ve hid behind Anton’s networks. You used her. How was she meant to know?!”

“She made a choice.” Luka shrugged, his voice hardening. “She gave me what I needed. Then she gave the court what they needed.”

He stepped closer to Antonia and his voice dropped, quieter and noticeably more deadlier.

“That makes her a liability.”

“No.” Sienna took a step forward. “Don’t. Luka, don’t do this.”

But he wasn’t looking at her anymore.

His eyes were on Antonia, studying her like an old regret. “She wanted out. Just like you. But she came back. And there are only two ways that ends.”

A flick of his wrist.

One of the guards stepped forward, offering him a knife, long and clearly familiar.

He crouched beside Antonia, brushing her hair back in the same tender gesture he’d once used on Sienna, back when she was too young to know what he was preparing her for.

“Luka!” Sienna dropped to her knees beside him, eyes wide with desperation. “Please. Don’t. She doesn’t deserve this.”

“This is mercy.” He shrugged.

“It’s murder.” She whispered, shaking. “It’s murder to someone who doesn’t deserve this.”

“You’ve changed your tune. People like her will never be out of this line of work, it’s only a matter of time before she kills for money again.”

“No! She wouldn’t do that, not to Nata- Please Luka.” Sienna cried but she knew it was already too late to convince him. Not that she ever could.

Antonia stirred. Her body twitched, breath catching as she began to wake.

“Wh–”

“Antonia, look at me.” Sienna reached for her, voice shaking but steady. “It’s okay. Just look at me.”

“Sienna?” Her voice was rough, accented, thick with confusion. “What’s- what’s happening?”

“Shh. Keep your eyes on me. Stay with me.”

Luka didn’t flinch. “This is what happens to double agents, Sienna.” He said. “To soft hearts.”

And then he struck.

The blade slid across Antonia’s throat with a terrible, practiced grace.

She gasped, once. Her hand jerked toward Sienna, fingers stretching for something that would never come.

Then she stilled.

Her blood spilled across the concrete like dark ink.

Sienna didn’t scream.

She didn’t cry.

She just froze.

Her hands clenched, her body trembled but she never looked away.

Luka stood, calm as ever. He wiped the blade clean on a cloth pulled from his coat. “She would’ve gotten you killed.” He said, as if that excused it all.

Sienna didn’t respond. She couldn’t.

He looked at her then, head tilting with mock sympathy. “You’ve been slipping, sister. I needed you to remember how this works.”

Then he turned, barking a quiet command to his men. “Take her home.” Luka murmured. “Let her think it over.”

They moved in but Sienna didn’t resist. She knelt there long after he was gone, eyes locked on Antonia’s body.

And something inside her broke.

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The Avengers Compound, Upstate New York

April 3, 2022

Natasha was pacing.

Something had been wrong since dusk.

Sienna’s tracker had gone dark. Not just the main signal but every backup was redundant, encrypted, virtually impossible to jam. And yet it was gone.

The others tried to dismiss it. “She’s probably hiding out. Laying low. Taking space.”

But Natasha knew better.

She always knew better.

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Undisclosed Safe House, Upstate New York

April 3, 2022

They dumped her on the edge of her street like trash. Blood still painted her hands, her blazer was torn, streaked with grime. Her breath came in shallow, frantic bursts. She hit the pavement with a thud and stayed there, unmoving. Eyes unfocused. Hair clinging to her face, matted with blood, not all of it hers. The blood still felt warm from where she had pressed her hands against the throat of Antonia, like with enough pressure it would just seal back up and she’d open her eyes again.

A car passed.

She didn’t flinch.

Then a flash of red blurred her vision.

“Sienna?!”

Natasha.

Boots pounding the sidewalk. She dropped to her knees beside her, fury and fear warring in her face until she took in the state Sienna was in.

Her voice broke. “What happened?”

She gripped Sienna’s shoulders, gently at first then more urgently. “Sienna. Look at me.”

No answer. Sienna’s eyes were glassy, distant. She looked through Natasha, not at her.

“You disappeared. We lost your signal.”

Sienna blinked, slow and almost mechanical.

Her lips parted then closed again.

Natasha’s gaze dropped to the blood. The blankness in her expression. The eerie stillness of her body.

She knew.

Without another word, she slid her arms around her carefully and steady. And this time, Sienna didn’t pull away.

She let herself be guided across the street, her feet dragging like they’d forgotten how to walk.

For Sienna, the world had tilted, not just from grief but from the terrifying clarity anchoring itself in her chest.

Luka was gone, he wasn’t ‘Luka’ anymore.

And there was no one left to protect her from what came next. Even worse, she didn’t know who she was now that she wasn’t protecting him.

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The safehouse was too quiet.

Not just silent but weighted. The air felt thick with things unsaid, grief and guilt pressing into the walls. A kettle hissed faintly from the kitchen, the only sound in the hollow space.

Sienna sat on the edge of the couch. Her blazer hung off one shoulder. Blood had dried into the seams of her shirt. Her hands lay still in her lap, palms open like she didn’t know what to do with them anymore.

She hadn’t spoken since Natasha brought her in.

She looked like she’d clawed her way out of something. Her eyes were too bright, vacant but burning. Like whatever fire had once fueled her had devoured everything else on its way out.

Natasha knelt in front of her, moving slow, deliberate. She placed a mug of tea in Sienna’s hands.

“Drink.”

Sienna didn’t look at her but after a moment, she whispered. “I didn’t know he’d go that far.”

Natasha went still. “Who?”

A shake of the head. “She went so cold.” Sienna murmured, voice fraying.

Natasha leaned closer, her voice gentle. “Who, Sienna?”

Sienna’s eyes squeezed shut, tears slid down her cheeks, soundless.

“I tried to stop it.” She said and this time her voice cracked. “It’s my fault.”

Natasha sat beside her, close but not touching. A steady presence.

“Sienna.” She said, quietly. “Tell me what happened.”

Sienna stared down at her stained hands. “I don’t have a choice.”

Natasha’s jaw tightened. “You do. You always do.”

Sienna finally looked at her. And this time, she saw her.

“Then help me.”

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The water pounded against Sienna’s skin, hot enough to scald but she didn’t turn it down.

She stood motionless under the stream, forehead pressed against the cold tile, arms braced on either side of her head. Her body trembled, even in the heat.

She hadn’t slept. Every time she closed her eyes, Antonia’s blood bloomed again across her hands. She heard the ragged breaths, felt the weight go still in her arms.

The sob she hadn’t let out then burned at the back of her throat now but it stayed there. She always kept it in.

The water slowed to a trickle. She reached blindly for the towel and stepped out, steam curling from her skin as she padded barefoot into the bedroom of the safe house.

Her phone buzzed on the dresser.

She nearly ignored it, already half-expecting another check-in from Natasha, who adamantly stayed alert in the living room. Refusing to leave Sienna in this trance-like state.

It wasn’t.

[Unknown Number] You let her die. Don’t make me kill another Widow. Tick tock, Sienna.

She stared then her breath hitched, once. The phone slipped from her hand, clattering to the floor.

“No.” She whispered, barely audible. “No…”

She took a step back, towel slipping from her fingers, heartbeat hammering in her ears.

Not Natasha. Please not Natasha.

Her knees hit the edge of the bed and she sat down hard. Shoulders hunched, hands gripping her skull like she could press the panic out of it. This was her mess. Her family. Her ghosts.

Not Natasha.

Her breathing turned shallow. Her body stiffened, rigid with the effort of not falling apart.

But still, a low whimper escaped. Not quite a sob but something cracked. She bowed her head, jaw clenched, eyes burning.

Then the door burst open.

Natasha froze in the threshold, taking in the steam still hanging in the air, the wet footprints on the floor, Sienna half-dressed and hunched on the bed, trembling. The phone on the carpet, still lit.

She was at her side in two strides, wrapping a fresh towel around her shoulders without a word. “What happened?” She asked quietly but firmly. “Sienna.”

Sienna didn’t answer. She just held out the phone.

Natasha took it. She read the message once. Then again.

“Who sent this?”

Sienna opened her mouth but closed it and shook her head.

“I don’t know.” She managed, voice barely above a breath. “But they know what happened.”

Natasha didn’t press. She slid down beside her, one hand steady on Sienna’s back while her other already reaching for her own phone.

“You’re not staying here.”

Sienna looked at her, hollow-eyed. “I can’t protect anyone from this.”

Natasha met her gaze. She looks undetermined and fierce, Sienna almost had to admire it. “Then we go where we can fight.”

She stood, already moving. “Get dressed.” She instructed. “We’re going to the Tower.”

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sirrgawaine · 2 months ago

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april arthurian showers - x. mothers

The Mother-Hero in Arthurian Fantasy - Natania Barron // The Chessboard Queen - Sharan Newman // Arthur and Merlin (2015) // The Mother Wound - Bethany Webster // unknown // Gawain - Gwen Rowley // A Letter To My Rage, An Evolution - Lidia Yuknavitch // Dead Mother, Egon Schiele, 1910 // Sharp Objects - Gillian Flynn // Starz Camelot (2011)

it's women's week of arthurian showers and today's prompt is mothers! how about a gutting web weave about complicated and devastating maternal relationships?

many links are provided by L at the wonderful arthurian preservation project. the lovely @caer-gai is running the april arthurian showers.

#ww #my weaves #april arthuriana #ch.morgause #ch.elaine

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patolemus · 1 year ago

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to be a hand

sterek | teen wolf | 2k words

People don’t know.

And since they don’t know… well, it’s not Stiles’ fault that they fold neatly into his plans and fall into place if he nudges them the right way. If they didn’t want to be on anyone’s chessboard, they should have learned how to play chess.

In which Stiles is a little more cunning, and a little more ruthless. And he’s oh, so easily bored.

A thing I wrote this morning. Thought I'd post it here.

#I did draw inspiration from ayanokouji kiyotaka from classroom of the elite to write this stiles #so take that information as you will #sterek fic #sterek #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #ao3 #teen wolf fic #eternal sterek

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the-shadiest-tomato · 2 months ago

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Here's a close up of my deconstructing the cube page if anyone wants to take a crack at building it yourself. Mines made out of wood scraps.

How I've broken it down was into directions (the first time we see it, the left side is 'east' and the right side is 'west'). You get it. Every block was assigned a letter so I could put it back perfectly every time cause so many of the blocks look the same but have a very slight size difference that throws the whole thing off if placed elsewhere.

The scale is not completely jacked beyond comprehension, but I started with one block and scaled the whole thing around that, so I really had no idea how big it would actually be. Mine is 7 by 6 inches.

Honestly looking at it now, idk how I did it.

It was mostly a process of fuck around and find out. I needed to use every version and bootleg I could to get every angle and see all the details and even then, I'm still confused.

To more or less ruin the illusion, there's a third triangle that doesn't fit anywhere and Whizzer's headstone replaced two blocks [H and I]. So it either hangs out behind the cube or inside the pocket of space it has.

The whole thing I want to say took me like a week of sawing and sanding wood. (Minus the painting). But I was really determined to get it done before my interest wavered the slightest. Not that it did of course, I was eager to get to work on my next Falsettos-related project. [A hand carved chessboard set] if y'all want to see that, I'll be happy to show you.

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dcdreamblog · 4 months ago

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so You Have talked a bit About Shadow ORGANIZATIONS ON The past and There One i Want to Know a bit more About

CHECKMATE

What Was Up With Them?

What did They Have to do With That Waller Lady How Feels like She Had a part in Every Shadow org and That Maxwell Lord Guy?

and Why did Everything About Them Have Something to do With Chess? i just NEED to know

"Checkmate" known in official documents as the "Metahuman Monitoring and Defense Directorate" (when it was forced to come up with a real name after being dragged into the spotlight after the OMAC mess) was originally an American espionage organization created by infamous politico Amanda Wallter as a more intelligence based branch of her Task Force X directive.

(The organization's logo, showing a knight chess piece in a crosshair half filled with a chessboard pattern)

Its original mandate was to support Task Force X through the collection of intelligence and to undermine metahuman or extranormal threats through the use of targeted assault, cyberattack or assassination. Its internal bodies are all named after chess pieces. King/Queen (Co-Head of Operations) Rook (Intelligence Correlation and Planning) Bishop (Communication and Mission Overwatch) Knights (Field Operations) Pawns (Logistical or Mechanical Support)

Basically from the instant of its foundation it fell back into the same bad habits anything with Waller's name on it does. Paranoia surrounding superheroes leading to alliance with untrustworthy partners that then lead to deadly outcomes. It and every other spy agency like it at the time from the Force of July to the clandestine project that produced Captain Atom were all turned against one another by the terrorist group Kobra through a very simple false intelligence scheme that nonetheless wiped out more than 2/3rds of Checkmate's manpower and its original base of operations. The organization hung around for a few years after that playing cops and robbers in the shadows until eventually it was co opted by a madman by the name of Maxwell Lord who had taken governmental paranoia of superhumans to a violent extreme and planned to use Checkmate as a cudgel to destroy all metahumans on the planet. Unleashing the OMAC virus as the climactic assault on the superheroes of the world in a pointless tragedy that left both Lord and the beloved second Blue Beetle dead. It was THIS even that unveiled Checkmate to the world, acting FAR beyond it purview and having been taken over by a murderous con man with a bigoted grudge it was disbanded by law after a several hour private conversation between the then president and the Martian Manhunter that revealed just how deeply rotten the organization was. Never one to waste an opportunity to throw good money after bad the organization was then REconstituted by the UN Security Council in an attempt to create a body that could police and corral the metahuman population (which always goes SO well). The intention was to balance out that directive by including experienced superheroes within the organization including Alan Scott, the second Mister Terrific and Fire to name a few balanced out by a human counterpart for each superhuman agent. As one can imagine this almost INSTANTLY went awry, within days of the organizations refounding it had invaded the sovereign territory of the French Republic seeking a domestic corruption scandal in an attempt to strong arm the nation into supporting Checkmate in the general assembly. Directly after THAT the organization nearly came to blows with China's Great Ten when a clandestine infiltration of a Chinese facility turned out to be an invasion of the Ten's secret base of operations. While that mess was deescalated before it got bloody, the act of deescalating with his Chinese counterparts saw the United States forcing Alan Scott to resign because he had saved the Chinese government from a public embarrassment. Showing that the organization was going to spend its time getting dicked around by international partisan interests despite its charter as an international peacekeeping force. Gaff and scandal were layered on top of gaff and scandal as a scheme to blackmail former Justice League member Fire into committing assassinations for the organization lead direction into laying groundwork for Operation: Salvation Run a HORRIFICALLY inhumane plot to deport Earth's supervillains to an uncharted planetoid in a distant galaxy without trial. This final, MASSIVE fumble lead to every superhero within the organization resigning in protest and to force the resignation of Waller from all of her government posts pending criminal investigation and government court martial. Checkmate is just one more attempt at the governments of the world to play Mutually Assured Destruction with the global superhero community that falls apart because superheroes have no leverage by which to be blackmailed and any wider worries about a superhuman takeover always end up being so much hot air and paranoia. Government doesn't like superheroes because superheroes don't answer to government. And stories like Checkmate's are a good example of why that is a 100% positive dichotomy

#dc #dcu #dc comics #dc universe #superhero #comics #tw unreality #unreality #unreality blog #ask game #ask blog #asks open #please interact #worldbuilding #checkmate #amanda waller #maxwell lord

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artykoala · 24 days ago

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AFTG Chessboard

A WIP of my AFTG chessboard I've been working on. Was originally a university project, but I've been continuing it for my own enjoyment! This queen Kevin is currently racketless and bigger than he will be in the finished version, but it gives the idea.

I have created new rules for this game, with Neil being a pawn that eventually upgrades to a 2nd queen, and can be stolen (back and forth until he's the last pawn in the game) by the ravens and become an extra queen Nathaniel for their side :)

Neil - pawn, Andrew/Renee - rooks, Nicky/Allison - knights, Matt/Aaron - bishops, Dan - king and of course queen Kevin.

It'll also be double sided when its finished, with a trojan vs foxes match taking place there. I'm waiting til the final book to come out, so I'll have more of an idea what I want the special play to be for that match. I'm thinking Jean is a knight - like a Trojan horse ;)

It's been a lot of fun, the aim of my game is to inspire people to read the books and play testers have so far attested to that!

When it's all done I'm thinking of making a video showing all the pieces and explaining it all :)

#all for the game #aftg #chess #art #diy #neil josten #the foxhole court #the sunshine court #kevin day #aftg fanart

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queer-ragnelle · 9 months ago

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Best of Arthurian Queens

Seeking recommendations for media featuring the Queens of Arthuriana?

Here’s a curated collection of Retellings, Films, TV shows, and more ordered alphabetically by Queen and oldest to newest. Each recommendation comes with a brief synopsis and review containing mild spoilers.

All PDFs link to my Google drive, videos to MEGA drive, and can be found on my blog. Each passage adopts the unique spelling of character names as used in the media.

♥ More Best of Masterposts ♥

Guinevere of Camelot

Books

The Defence of Guenevere by William Morris

In this famous poem, Guenevere gets to say her piece before the court and call out by name the individuals that wronged her.

The Story of King Arthur and His Knights by Howard Pyle

The Story of The Champions of the Round Table by Howard Pyle

The Story of Sir Launcelot and His Companions by Howard Pyle

The Story of the Grail and The Passing of Arthur by Howard Pyle

Queen Guinevere is regal, powerful, respected, & beloved in this series. The art featuring her is stunning. Her romance with Arthur is silly & fun, her love for Lancelot poignant & tragic.

Kairo-Kō: A Dirge by Natsume Sōseki

Japanese retelling with poetic prose that really sells the heart wrenching tragedy of Guinevere’s affair with Lancelot & the weight of her serpent crown.

Launcelot & Guenevere by Richard Hovey

A series of plays which showcase Guenevere’s marriage to Arthur & love affair with Launcelot facilitated by Galehaut. Numerous heart wrenching lines.

Guinevere by Sharan Newman

The Chessboard Queen by Sharan Newman

Guinevere Evermore by Sharan Newman

Follows Guinevere for her whole childhood, fleshes out her family, handmaidens, & friends, romantic first meeting with Arthur, magical unicorn, great chemistry with Lancelot, raised Galahad like her own son. One of my favorite portrayals of her ever.

A Camelot Triptych by Norris J. Lacy

A fascinating examination of misogyny’s part in Guinevere’s treatment concerning the Vulgate storyline. Guinevere gets the second of three chapters, but she’s integral to the entire collection. Her portion in the cold, lonely nunnery is heart wrenching & it really sympathizes with her situation to show her humanity & the forces acting against her.

The Bright Sword by Lev Grossman

A post-Camlann story. While first shown to be living unhappily at the nunnery, Guinevere later reappears as a participant of the Wild Hunt, & gets her own flashback chapter near the end. She’s an integral part of the plot resolution.

Movies

Knights of the Round Table (1953)

Elegant & queenly Guinevere with gorgeous styling & costumes. Childhood friend of Arthur. Gives her favor to Lancelot in exchange for a quaint necklace made from a coin she takes everywhere. Merlin is respectful & kind to Guinevere & has her best interest at heart, never talks about her behind her back to Arthur. Guinevere & Elaine on great terms, Guinevere gets to temporarily foster Galahad after Elaine’s death, & in the end, Arthur never entertained the idea of punishing Guinevere with death for anything.

Sword of Lancelot (1963)

Passion project of Cornel Wilde, who wrote, directed, & stared as Lancelot in the film. Cast his own wife Jean Wallace, to play Guinevere—the chemistry is fire. Many knights of the Round Table that adore Guinevere, including Dagonet who temporarily goes mad/missing after Guinevere’s sentencing to the stake. Well-meaning Arthur who nonetheless fails to uphold Guinevere’s agency & belittles her less than lady-like skillset including hunting, & ultimately loses her to Lancelot for that reason.

Camelot (1967)

Iconic Guinevere. Ride or die with “Wart” before she even knew he was her betrothed, Arthur. She shares in all his dreams & ideas, as a viewer you can feel how valued she is. Cherished by her champion knights, Dinadan, Sagramore, & Lionel. She wasn’t keen on Lancelot at first but obviously falls in love with him as much as Arthur did. Gorgeous costuming & many beautiful songs with her ladies & knights.

Excalibur (1981)

Sweet healer Guinevere who gets along with everyone including Morgan, has a seat at the Round Table, great chemistry with Arthur & Lancelot, beautiful costuming, talented acting.

Merlin and The Sword (1985)

Stunning Guinevere with an alluring deep voice. Awesome chemistry with all characters. Adored by Arthur who is animated & energetic but doesn’t quite “get” her & beloved by Lancelot who stares silently at her & throws himself into danger left & right for her. Pretty dresses & crowns throughout & her dilemma between the two men is especially tough here, which she’s able to explain in her own words which is a rarity.

Camelot: The Legend (1998)

Animated kid’s movie in which Guinevere is entirely devoted to Arthur & has her own interests & goals including gardening at Camelot. She’s taught how to sword fight by Lancelot which comes in handy later when escaping Morgan & Mordred.

Arthur & Merlin: Knights of Camelot (2020)

Powerful Guinevere in a story inspired by Alliterative Morte which leaves her stranded at Camelot with Mordred while Arthur & Lancelot fight in Rome. She refuses to accept Mordred as king & rebuffs his advances, intimidating him with her cold & direct rejections. She also banters with Antigone, Mordred’s accomplice, while remaining regal & poised.

TV Shows

The Adventures of Sir Lancelot (1956-57)

Guinevere appears in 11 episodes, has a seat at the Round Table, politically involved & valued by all. Confident & poised. Friends with Gawain, Kay, & Lionel. Great chemistry with Arthur & Lancelot. Matching costumes with Arthur. Socially progressive for the time, including an episode without Arthur in which Guinevere runs a market fair to trade with people from the East.

BBC The Legend of King Arthur (1979)

Young innocent Guinevere with a seat at the Round Table, loves Arthur as king but best friends with Lancelot. Framed for killing a knight with poisoned fruit & championed by Lancelot. Beloved by the knights but victim to Morgan, Agravain, & Mordred.

Starz Camelot (2011)

Guinevere in episodes 3-10, engaged to childhood friend Leontes but loves Arthur. Friends with Igraine & Bridget. Her opinion is valued by all, involved in the resolution of several episode plots & overall organization of newly formed Camelot. Advocates for the other women. Helps defend the castle from invaders.

Games

Camelot Crush: A Round Table Dating Sim

Guinevere is one of six characters the player can romance. Adorable art & fun, exciting storyline. Guinevere is lovingly rendered & has a sweet, loving relationship with both Arthur & Lancelot, & potentially the player!

Herzeloyde of Wales

Books

The Story of Sir Launcelot and His Companions by Howard Pyle

The Prioress, as she's called, isn't here for very long. Yet it's very sweet that on crossing paths with Percival, Lamorack was on his way to visit their mother at the priory. So they go together to visit her, receive her blessing, & talk with her into the night. She survives the narrative!

The Story of Parzival by Mary Blackwell Stirling

Abridged/adapted version of Wolfram von Eschenbach's Parzival. Beautifully illustrated by William Earnest Chapman.

Parsival - A Knight's Tale by Richard Monaco

This book has her pov, however briefly. It's very haunting to get her perspective on Parsival as he becomes increasingly violent with age & returns to her bloody from the hunt. Overall the book takes a disturbing turn I don't fully recommend it but the beginning is fascinating.

Spear by Nicola Griffith

This version draws on Welsh & Celtic mythology in which Elen has withdrawn from society with her daughter, Peretur, to avoid the wrath of the Tuath Dé after stealing the magic cauldron. It’s revealed later that Elen is the sister of Myrddin & he’s sustained despite Nimuë’s spells as a result of that connection.

Movies

Perceval (1978)

A French adaptation of The Story of the Grail by Chrétien de Troyes set on a stage. Perceval’s mother follows her exact role from the book, cautioning her son about the world, & dying of heartbreak on his departure. She returns at the end as Mother Mary to compliment Perceval as Jesus Christ at the crucifixion. Costuming is colorful & detailed. Bonus points for removal of racism & antisemitism from the text.

TV Shows

Rising Impact (2024)

A cheesy sports anime that stars Gawain—but in season 2, Percival is introduced & both of her parents make an appearance when Gawain comes over for dinner.

Games

Granblue Fantasy

Herzeloyde is the wife of Gahmuret & mother of Aglovale, Lamorak, & Percival. After her death, Gahmuret became obsessed with resurrecting her, which he then passed to Aglovale on his own death.

Igraine of Cornwall

Books

The Crystal Cave by Mary Stewart

The Hollow Hills by Mary Stewart

The Last Enchantment by Mary Stewart

An interesting take on Ygraine who is married to an older Gorlois but actually consents to the affair with Uther facilitated by Merlin. Very noble & wise, she remains regal throughout her later life & maintains a relationship with Arthur.

Morgan Is My Name by Sophie Keetch

Igraine in love with Gorlois & empowering to their daughters is always an amazing interpretation. She’s a pious woman doing her best by them despite all the forces of the patriarchy working against her.

Movies

Excalibur (1981)

Igraine is introduced during a celebratory party at Tintagel hosted by Gorlois where she dances for the visiting knights. There Uther desires her & conspires with Merlin to have her. She already has her daughter Morgana with her when Arthur is sired & born. The last we see her, she’s screaming for Merlin to return baby Arthur to no avail.

TV Shows

BBC The Legend of King Arthur (1979)

Loving Igraine & Gorlois are torn apart immediately when Uther takes a liking to her & demands Gorlois hand her over. When Gorlois refuses, he’s slain, & Igraine is chastised by young Morgan for “giving up so easily.” This Igraine has the saddest expression I’ve ever seen she sells the tragedy. After Arthur is taken by Merlin, Morgan is sent to live in a nunnery while Igraine flees to Orkney to live with her elder daughter Morgause, son-in-law Lot, & grandsons.

Merlin (1998)

Igraine is introduced with husband Gorlois & daughter Morgan after Uther defeated Vortigern. She wears beautiful matching red garments with her family & plainly loves her spouse & child. She’s heartbroken when Gorlois leaves her to fight Uther & freaked out when he “returns” after the battle to sire Arthur on her. Truly a victim of a tragic narrative.

Starz Camelot (2011)

This is the Igraine of all time. She’s in 9/10 episodes! A complex character that really highlights the struggles a woman goes through in her time caught between powerful men. Her approach is criticized by Morgan, her step-daughter, who berates her “weakness” in “allowing” Uther to kill her husband & take her to wife. Igraine tries to counsel Guinevere in her worries over marrying Leontes despite loving Arthur, befriends Ector after the death of his wife & the foster-mother of Arthur, & she does all she can to help Camelot succeed. Beautiful costuming & styling with intricate crowns & circlets to indicate her status as dowager queen. The acting is incredible especially during the magical body transformation that results in scenes portraying Eva Green’s Morgan pretending to be Claire Forlani’s Igraine. She ate. Phenomenal.

Comics

King Arthur: Legends of Logres by shoulderangel

Ongoing webcomic with a major focus on Igraine. She harbors a lot of anger toward Uther & trauma surrounding the ordeal which carried over to the relationship with Arthur. She slowly heals over the course of the story & rebuilds her connection with her son.

Isolde of Ireland

Books

The Story of the Champions of the Round Table by Howard Pyle

Belle Isoult is lovingly portrayed here & beloved by both Tristram & Palamydes. She's a skilled healer & raised by her bold mother to be an independent thinker. I love that she has black hair, it stands out compared to her other portrayals!

Restoring Palamede by John Erskine

Such an interesting & nuanced Isolde. She does switch places with Brangaine to avoid a wedding night with Mark but it feels less insidious here. Isolde’s relationship caught between Tristan/Palamede/Mark doesn’t feel misogynistic or as if she’s a plot device. Feels like a person who’s in an unhappy marriage, in love with Tristan, & great friends with Palamede. I especially liked that she was allowed to feel vulnerable, even depressive, & that Palamede was concerned enough to forego ceremony to make sure she wasn’t hurt. It’s a testament to their friendship.

The Ballad of Sir Dinadan by Gerald Morris

Not a particularly kind portrayal of Isolde considering it’s Dinadan point of view, but I still felt her love affair with Tristram was engaging & the ending did get to me even if the reader knew it would end badly. For some reason her manner of death shocked me. It was different & that stands out. It truly felt tragic.

The Bright Sword by Lev Grossman

Isolde the Blond only shows up in Palomides flashbacks, but his first encounter with her blew me away. Loved her description of having a slight overbite, we love normal teeth in historical fiction. But what really stands out is after Palomides slaughters a bunch of would-be rapists, Isolde is alone among the ladies undisturbed by the gore & cleans Palomide’s blade before handing it back to him. I understood in that moment. It would work on me too.

Movies

Lovespell (1981)

Isolt is introduced while hawking & gives some guy sass for trying to tell her what to do. Turns out that was Mark visiting Ireland & they hit it off despite the age gap. Later Tristan comes to pick up Isolt but he’s played by Nicholas Clay so obviously she falls in love with him. Bronwyn is a creepy sorceress hag who gives a love potion to Isolt to use with Mark but she uses it with Tristan.

Fire and Sword (1981)

Truly the most unhinged Isolde ever. The closest to her medieval counterpart I’ve encountered. The only person Isolde loves more than Tristan is Isolde. She’s also magical & sort of manipulates the story with that.

Shadow of the Raven (1988)

Icelandic-language film which follows the war between rival clans, one run by Trausti, the son of a Christian mother & Odin-worshipping father, the other run by Isold the witch and her father Eirick. When Trausti rescues Isold from a fire, they accidentally drink the love potion to quench their thirst. Now they're bound together for eternity & vow to unite their clans through love. No Mark! My favorite T/I movie.

Tristan & Isolde (2006)

Adorable Isolde who lost her mother young & hangs out with older matron in waiting Bragnae. Rescues Tristan off the beach like a rotting fish & strips naked to hold him for warmth. So she has some of that unhinged energy. Tristan kills Morholt & accidentally wins Isolde for Mark but since Mark is played by Rufus Sewell, & he’s essentially Arthur here, he’s too good. A legit love triangle without the excuse of a love potion to fall back on. Sucks to be them!

TV Shows

The Adventures of Sir Lancelot (1956-57)

In episode 5, Mark captures Lancelot. Isolde is vocally opposed to her husband’s methods & when tending Lancelot’s injuries in his jail cell, slips him a knife. At the end she is granted leave of her husband, & goes with Tristan to her new castle.

Morgan le Fay of Rheged

Books

The Story of King Arthur and His Knights by Howard Pyle

The Story of The Champions of the Round Table by Howard Pyle

The Story of Launcelot and His Companions by Howard Pyle

The Story of the Grail and The Passing of Arthur by Howard Pyle

Morgana is the mischievous sister of Arthur, wife of Urien, & mother of Ewaine. She steals Arthur’s scabbard & returns it to the Lady of the Lake. She’s one of four queens who imprisons Launcelot & attempts to lay a spell on him to spite Arthur. At the end, she bears Arthur away on a ship to Avalon. The artwork throughout is beautiful. While antagonistic, she gets silly with it, threatening to curse the land with an evil worm after a magical ring doesn’t fit her finger. Despite her misdeeds, Ewaine always associates himself with his mother.

The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights by John Steinbeck

The best Morgan with her own chapter! She’s cunning, ruthless, diabolical, & kind of silly when she disguises herself as a rock. It’s hilarious how blind Arthur is to her attempts on his life & blasé attitude about punishing her. Morgan tries to kill her husband, gaslights her son Ewain into believing he didn’t see what he saw, then still asks Guinevere’s permission to leave court. Goofy poltics. Later in Ewain’s chapter, he describes his mother most lovingly. It’s a compelling way to paint Morgan as a multi-dimensional character even when she’s off page.

Idylls of the Queen by Phyllis Ann Karr

Morgan helps Kay & Mordred in their investigation to track down the culprit who framed Guinevere for murder. She’s friends with Nimuë, who helps facilitate the meeting. Morgan’s an interesting mix of Christian & mystic, using magic to temporarily rewind time & show the knights events that took place the night of the murder. She’s manic & clever, I loved every word of her on the page.

Morgan Is My Name by Sophie Keetch

Le Fay by Sophie Keetch

This series is yet incomplete with a third book to come, but the first two are solid. Opens with Morgan’s birth & follows through all the events of her life from losing her parents Igraine & Gorlois to Uther, both her sisters Morgause & Elaine to their husbands Lot & Nentres, & eventually her own freedom when she’s sent to a nunnery. By book 2 she’s married to Urien & has her son, Yvain, who she adores & attempts to do right by. But her bitterness toward Arthur & Urien poisons the relationship. A compelling Morgan with anger issues & a kind of stale but sweet romance with Accolon that ends in tragedy.

The Bright Sword by Lev Grossman

Complicated Morgan who got to speak her mind explaining where her complicated bitterness toward Arthur came from. She lives in the Otherworld with the fairies & Green Knight. She’s keeping Arthur sort of alive after Camlann in Avalon & participates in the Wild Hunt. She has an amazing end game situationship with Palomides. Biggest gripe was Collum pilfered her son’s backstory with the lion but oh well.

Movies

Knights of the Round Table (1953)

Morgan is the wedlock daughter of Uther, sister of Arthur, who believes her claim to the throne is stronger & wants Mordred to be king. She’s the ringleader for all of Mordred & Agravaine’s plans, coaches them on all they should do, & stirs the pot on her own whenever possible, purposefully putting Guinevere into awkward positions. The costuming is amazing, all her veils & dresses are beautiful. She’s so catty here & her rivalry with Merlin is funny.

Excalibur (1981)

Iconic Morgana. Starts with her as a child who witnesses Uther in the guise of her father come to her mother & knows him for who he is. It’s said multiple times she watches with her father Gorlois’s eyes, through her, he haunts the narrative. She learns magic from Merlin & eventually uses that to seal him away & beguile Arthur into siring Mordred. She then raises Mordred all while tormenting the grail knights. Stunning costumes, veils & crowns, even armored bodice looks. Sexiest Morgana ever.

Merlin and The Sword (1985)

Funky redhead Morgan with the most perfect evil laugh. Her black feathered costume hints at her ability to turn into a crow. Auntie Morgan, as she’s called, coaches her nephew Mordred on how to work his way closer to his father Arthur while he & Agravain antagonize Lancelot & Guinevere. She conspires with some Pict warriors to have Guinevere kidnapped. She holds Ninian’s father hostage to get her to turn against Merlin. She’s a powerful sorceress with many abilities including potion making & summoning a dragon.

New Adventures of a Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (1988)

Russian-language movie following Hank Morgan, an American commercial airline pilot who crash lands in Camelot. Morgana is the mother of Mordred & conspires to take Arthur's throne through any means necessary. She's cunning, smart, funny, beautiful, & tragic. One of the best Morganas of all time.

A Young Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (1995)

Morgan is an advisor to her brother Arthur & foil of Merlin, each of them giving Arthur conflicting advice. Morgan conspires with her accomplice to undermine Arthur's rule by removing those close to him, such as Lancelot & Hank Morgan, a time traveling teenager who combats her every move. She encourages Galahad, Hank's romantic rival, to fight him in the joust. She has cool costumes & she's a fun villain, smarter than everyone around her, for better or worse.

TV Shows

The Adventures of Sir Galahad (1949)

Morgan is a magic user who aids Galahad on his quest to recover Excalibur. She helps him avoid Merlin’s machinations & breaks him out of prison with the use of quirky spells.

The Adventures of Sir Lancelot (1956-57)

Returning after many years of banishment by her brother Arthur, Morgan appears in episode 26 with her son, Rupert. She hopes that helping him cheat will guarantee him a seat at the Round Table & secure her return to court.

BBC The Legend of King Arthur (1979)

First episode opens with Morgan & her parents, Igraine & Gorlois, as Uther makes his untoward intentions known. Morgan loves her parents & never forgives Uther for killing her father & taking her mother. She learns magic from Merlin & kills Uther, after which she’s sent to a nunnery while her mother goes to live with Morgause in Orkney. She returns later as an inconspicuous nun Arthur never suspects of treachery & holds a seat at the Round Table after the death of Merlin. She teams up with Accolon to steal Excalibur’s scabbard & coaches her nephews Agravain & Mordred to stir trouble at court. Understated acting with subtle but intense emotion behind it.

Merlin (1998)

Morgan is introduced alongside her parents, Igraine & Gorlois, when they come to pay homage to Uther. She’s got a cute speech impediment she maintains into adulthood & has a heartbreaking Hector/Astyanax moment while wearing Gorlois’s helmet before he heads out to die against Uther. She formulates a long term relationship with the fairy Frik & eventually gets pregnant with Mordred by Arthur in an attempt to take the throne. She’s played by Helena Bonham Carter who ate the role up & looked like a stunning mall goth the whole time.

Starz Camelot (2011)

My favorite Morgan in anything ever. Immediately murders Uther. She’s ruthless & determined, evil & sly & clever while also continuously screwing up & having to recalibrate all her plans to undermine Arthur’s rule. Stunning costuming, styling of hair & jewelry. Eva Green’s acting is insane here. Morgan’s magic weighs on her like a curse, the generational trauma is palpable, & she maintains complex relationships with all the women in the story including Vivian, Sybil, Igraine, & Guinevere. She forms a temporary alliance with Lot that was very sexy.

Games

Camelot Crush: A Round Table Dating Sim

Morgan is an NPC character the player can encounter in game. Adorable art & fun dialogue!

Morgause of Orkney

Books

The Story of Sir Launcelot and His Companions by Howard Pyle

Margaise is minimal, but she & her husband Lot loves spoil Gareth rotten. Margaise brings Gareth to her bower where she tells him it's time he went to her brother's kingdom to join the Round Table with his brothers who "shine forth like bright planets in the midst of a galaxy of stars." She loves her children dearly.

The Marriage of Guenevere by Richard Hovey

Morgause is so sneaky here insinuating herself into Guenevere’s confidence to try & break apart her marriage with Arthur before it even begins. She tricks Ladinas, a knight of the Round Table, to do her bidding, dragging Guenevere’s brother Peredure along with them. Gawaine is only sixteen here & not yet fully assuming a position he can combat this. OC collateral damage be damned I support women’s wrongs.

Holy Isle by James Bridie

This play has an incredible Margause that rules the roost in Orkney. She’s “a tall, sinisterly beautiful woman” with no fear or uncertainty. Everyone except wifeguy Lot is afraid of her & she takes full advantage. Margause can read & Lot cannot so she directs him on how to handle matters of state. She ends up stowing away in a ship to a new island to insinuate herself into the goings on there. She’s dubbed “Queen” by the locals in lieu of her name.

The Book of Mordred by Peter Hanratty

Witch Morgause meets a tragic end rather quickly, but she loves Mordred & bends over backwards to protect him from her fate.

The Road to Avalon by Joan Wolf

Morgause plays a small part compared to her sister Morgan, but Morgause raises her nephew Mordred as her own to keep him hidden from Arthur. She’s kind & considerate. After Lot dies, she marries Pellinore, who helps raise her children. After Pellinore dies, she marries Lamorak. She survives the narrative! Gaheris, who had been helping his mother run the estate, arrives at the final battle to secure the victory.

Morgan Is My Name by Sophie Keetch

Le Fay by Sophie Keetch

This series focuses on Morgause’s little sister, Morgan, but they have an interesting dynamic that Morgause teases Morgan by calling her “Morgana” to annoy her which inspired the series name. Morgause happily married young handsome Lot to become a queen which was refreshing. She also stepped up when Morgan needed protecting/explanation about Uther’s behavior toward their mother. Overall a rare positive portrayal.

Movies

Camelot (1998)

Morgause is one of the ladies of the lake whom Arthur meets during his childhood growing up in Avalon. She teaches him to dance & they fall in love & marry. It’s not indicated whether they are siblings at all, but it seems they aren’t. She’s the mother of Mordred who later comes to Camelot after Arthur had left to marry Guinevere.

Excalibur Kid (1999)

A plan hatched by Morgause results in Zack pulling the sword from the stone before Arthur can. She is ultimately fouled when Zack realizes the plot & foils her plans. Her costuming is cute & the actress is a pretty redhead with a sassy interpretation of the character.

Games

Granblue Fantasy

Morgause is the widow of Lot & mother of Gawain & Florence. She’s a powerful sorceress who developed a magical defense spell & took on trainees Florence & Lamorak.

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