Commission For @versegm

winter's tale

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

This scene this scene this scene this scene undoes all my domestication at once. What motivated Morgan to destroy king Arthur so viciously? What motivated Morgan to sacrifice everything she had (including personhood, happiness and life) to rule a country that hated her? What could lead a single person to take such drastically different paths in each iteration?

That's easy. While their methods are different, the goal was the same; Morgan- every Morgan- genuinely, profoundly loved Britain. And Morgan- every Morgan- was rejected by Britain at every turn.

Morgan doesn't give a shit about her ruling right. In the lostbelt, she would have been perfectly fine with Mab and/or Cnoc taking things over. In panhuman history, she didn't even try to rule Camelot after the fall of Camlann. The one thing the one thing the ONE thing Morgan wants, above everything is a home. But the only way for Britain to survive in the lostbelt was by her becoming a tyrant. And the only shot she had in phh was by stopping Mystery from being driven out of the island- ie, by stopping King Arthur as she brought forth the age of man.

Don't get me wrong. Phh Morgan is a bitch and a motherfucker. But when you see her side of the story as "I am desperately trying to not get evicted" suddenly her actions make a lot more sense. From her perspective, she is being driven out, chased away from the one place she's ever known- where to? The reverse side of the world, a land of fairies, when she herself is partially human? To stay in this world, to become a witch, shunned by all, as Beryl's story tell us?

Lostbelt Morgan and phh Morgan are two very different people, because they have different experiences, and because (according to her profile) losbelt Morgan is much older and as such chilled out a lot on the whole death and murder thing. But if you were to ask who is Morgan? What is the common thread, the core of her character you will find in every world? then here is your answer:

Morgan is an incredibly ruthless person, capable of the most virtuous acts and the most intense cruelty for her goals.

Morgan, truly, sincerely, loved Britain.

Morgan does not belong anywhere.

HOLY SHIT??????

What's this from? I thought From Lostbelt ended?

CHASMATIS

by ポテトルス

"we're just watching a movie"

In an Obscure Corner of the Light

I’m not tough enough to avert my gaze and ignore them. Then again, neither am I so cocky as to set my sights on becoming their competition. Maybe I just never know when to give up, or maybe this is me refusing to discover the limits of my own abilities. I’m stuck between my inability to run away or to square off—something I find utterly pathetic about myself. “What? Don’t let it knock the stuffing out of you, Kadoc. Feeling inferior to geniuses count as some talent in itself. To actually keep yourself motivated in the face of cruel reality is what I consider the talent of the ordinary. Pathetic? Hardly. Unrelenting is the word you’re looking for. I’m speaking from experience when I say you folks do a better job at surviving than geniuses. I know all too well because of my line of work!" Only on that day did the cheery chatter of my big brother figure, as he likes to call himself, strike a chord with me. He’s right. I don’t have any talents or titles or achievements of great renown. But even if I have nothing to be proud of, that doesn’t mean I should let myself lose heart. I am my own person. I can never be someone else. So no matter how out of place I may feel, I’ll put up a fight until my final breath.

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