a spell is cast on camelot that thins the veil enough for ghosts to appear. the catch? the ghosts that appear are spirits of people that were killed by the person they’re haunting. the knights have a good amount of bandits/raiders/whatever that they took down in battle, maybe a few shady knights have genuinely innocent people that they murdered and got away with. the executioner’s killings are transferred to the king since he was simply acting out the king’s commands. arthur has quite a few. uther has hundreds of sorcerers in various states of gore and horror. those who were hanged have perpetually bent necks, those who were beheaded have either no head or just a head floating a bit above their body, and those who were burnt are more charred remains (the most grisly of them all). merlin has more than anyone expected (which was zero) and all of them keep calling out for arthur/uther’s death and camelot’s downfall while also turning to merlin and calling him a traitor.
I am so not immune to a Medea moment. my beloved has left me. we had a life and a love and a child. my beloved has left me for another. I have lost my life and my love. I still have my child. my beloved deserves to pay. all he has ever really loved is our child. here is a stage. here is a role. here is the chorus to sing my sins. here is my beloved with his horrified gaze, fixed on me. here is my beautiful daughter. here I am, in her countenance, her phrasing, her cruelty and her mirth, mother that I am. punishing him. letting the light in. letting my daughter burn. and here I am, in those beautiful eyes of the girl I helped raise, the very last thing she ever sees before she dies. I am her and she is me; and all that is left of us both is utter agony
sometimes i think about what would have happened if richard had died instead of henry and the rest of the book had been narrated the song of achilles style and it hurts
why the fuck did i write about birds this fucking sucks. i just found out birds only sleep for a few minutes at a time, hundreds of times a day. do you know what this is going to do to my structure? the logistics of their road trip? this is already like three days late and i've been fighting for my life to get A Plot Like Any Plot That Makes Sense out and now the birds fucking sleep for 5 minutes at a time.
so. fun fact! brain activity doesn't immediately cease once your heart stops beating and you die. as in, continued brain activity has been recorded from thirty seconds up to TEN MINUTES after a person was declared dead.
another fun fact: hearing is usually the last sense to go when someone is dying.
the very unfun conclusion: musical Philip Hamilton could probably hear and process his mother's scream when she realised he was gone (:
So my mom and I were talking about the upcoming tbb episode on our video chat today, and she hasn't read The Dark Disciple/seen most of Clone Wars since it aired, so I was explaining some of the Nightsister magic and who Quinlan Vos is to give her some context for potential theories. As I was telling her about Quinlan's psychometry, I was describing how it works and I got hit with the terrible/brilliant thought:
The batch has Tech's goggles from when he fell.
If who Fennec was contacting was Quinlan Vos undercover as a bounty hunter to try and rescue other Jedi/force users as he establishes The Path, he could find the batch and tell them about the m-count stuff, but. He has psychometry. And Tech's goggles are Right There. He could find out what actually happened and tell them.
Anyways, I'm gonna go chew some drywall and try not to let this thought consume my every waking moment until 3 AM on Wednesday as if that'll stop me