CWËNIZ .

I'VE COME TO BURN YOUR KINGDOM DOWN.

[cweniz]

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the queen of air and darkness. an original interpretation of morgana le faye, taken from the oral and written verses of arthurian myth & pagan legend.  based  heavily on the show 'merlin' from bbc,  with heavy canon-pulling from the guinivere deception,  the mists of avalon,   and i am morgan le faye.     do not interact if under 18. private, selective, mutually exclusive with several fleshed out verses in marvel comics, modern, fantasy and baldurs gate 3.

slides (u.c). playlist. aes blog. memes.

written by neptune, ( they / them, 30. ) heavy topics like death, xenophobia, genocide, child abuse, morgana as a victim of sexual assault may be discussed here briefly, but tagged. written previously in 2019. affiliated with @acylon , @lothson

i write with mutuals only.  i want to talk to you about plots, about our characters,  about your day, about your job, but i also am extremely introverted and can go days to weeks without replying to people.   this is because the mun has adhd and dyschrometria.

i use bye bye baby, and 'fairy circle' by ohisms!

i’m not against callout culture and i will reblog if i feel the person is harmful and can/does hurt people. people who are openly supporting the writing of pedophilia, racism, incest, islamophobia, etc. on this website or unapologetic theft are immediately what come to mind as being worthy of a callout.   i also believe that people who are brutally manipulative do deserve to be ousted, as lies and deceit can do a number not just on someone's reputation, but on their mental well-being.

Do not take anything from this blog without permission. Also please reblog from the source.

this blog uses heavy formatting and prosey writing. if this needs to be changed for your accessibility, please let me know.

i am so, so open to different shipping dynamics. please feel free to let me know if you'd like to pursue anything with my character. i love building stories with people and am always happy to yap about characters.

lastly, i am neptune. i live in pennsylvania and i am 30 years old. i've been in the rpc for over 7 years and i have finally decided to sit down on an original character.

[cweniz]

‘ don't you ever get tired of it? i ask myself that, too. nightly. in waking and in dreams. ’ pale spiders find themselves nestled between plush green folds, clawing nails against embroidery for something left to feel. the kettle whistles noisily on the stove. the steam is bitter, water left burning on black metal.

‘ tired of running. of hiding what you really are? won't there ever be a time when ... when you think you can't put on the mask and play pretend. be like everyone else. like everyone expects you to be. ’ | @hexweaver

[cweniz]

like this for a one-liner / two-liner that comes from a song in morgana's playlist. if i can't find something that fits, i'll use a book on my shelf. NO CAP.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 . ( a collection of lyric - based prompts based on hozier's album . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

i'm holding my world together with a bootstring .

i would do it again if i could hold you for a minute .

my life was a storm since i was born , how could i fear any hurricane ?

heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i .

i miss when we did not need much .

we didn't get it right , but we did our best .

when people say that something is forever , either way it ends .

i have never known a silence like the one fallen here .

there's money to be made , whatever is still to come .

i don't want to be anything like this at all .

there are some things that nobody teaches you .

we can celebrate the good that we've done .

if there was anyone to get through this life with their heart in tact , they didn't do it right .

all i needed was someone .

you only feel it when it's lost .

the awful things we do to make our heads feel quiet .

you may never know your fortune .

so far from home to have a stranger call you 'darling' .

i'm a butchered tongue still singing here above the ground .

if i was a riptide , i wouldn't take you out .

knowing that everything ends won't change our plan .

i feel lighter than i have in so much time .

i don't know how the feeling ended .

i know we want this to go easy by being somebody's fault .

how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me ?

if i said that this was drowning , you'd tell me i'm walking on water .

who wants to live forever , babe ?

old and young are welcome to the meal .

how can something be so much heavier but so much less than what it seems ?

we had nowhere to go and every desire to go there .

if i fall , i only pray , don't fall away from me .

all our weight is just a burden offered to us by the world .

getting through still has a cost .

so much of our life is just carving through the dark .

after this i'm never gonna be the same .

some part of me must have died the first time you called me 'baby' .

are there limits to emptiness ?

i wish i was the sunlight , just sitting on the mississippi .

if you need to , darling , lean your weight onto me .

you can't buy this fineness .

some part of me must have come alive the first time you called me 'baby' .

the future's so bright it's burning .

i would do anything just to run away .

i heard once , it's the comforts that make us feel numb .

darkness always finds you , either way .

i know being reckless and young isn't how the damage gets done .

i haven't felt it since then .

i do not have wings , love , and i never will .

one time we would want for nothing , we knew what our love was worth .

i think i'll take my whiskey neat .

i'd still be surprised i could find you , in any life .

i don't need to know where we begin and end .

my name always hits my ears as such an awful sound .

i'm taking no orders , i'm gonna be nobody's soldier .

living the dream , benzos and gasoline .

i wish i could go along , don't get me wrong .

do you think i'd give up ?

i'm infinitely suffering , but fighting it off like all creation .

if you're drunk on life , babe , that's great .

what good would it be on the far side of things ?

i aim low , i aim true and to the ground is where i go .

i wouldn't sell the world , i would hold on for all its worth .

choose between being a butcher and a pauper .

i feel as useful as dirt .

it's the sound of it that brings me here .

when was the last time ?

i want to fade away with you .

whatever keeps you around , it keeps you around .

funny how true colors shine in darkness and secrecy .

when i was younger , i used to guess if there were limits to emptiness .

you know i'm good on my own .

one bright morning changes all things .

i'm sick to my skin , watching the news again .

how could you think i'd scare so easily ?

now that it's done , there's not one thing i would change .

would all things god allows remain above ground ?

i'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you .

you treat your mouth like it's heaven's gate .

could this be how every day begins ?

i can scarce believe what i'm believing in .

whatever you choose , you lose in the long run .

your reflection can't offer a word to the bliss of not knowing yourself .

the goal i was aiming for was the wrong one .

you're too sweet for me .

your heart , love , has such darkness .

let the sun only shine on me through a falling sky .

i don't wanna choose between being a salesman and a soldier .

how do you sleep so well ?

i wouldn't sell the world for all the gold and sterling .

the street is for the laughter of young women and men .

you can keep a dream in your mind only to find out it's the hope that's killing you .

each time i'm shocked by the light .

july is still coming , just knowing that gets me through .

maybe i have yet to venture out and see the places i dream about .

no closer could i be to god .

what you live in , it finds a way to live in you .

i want to be so far away from sight and mind .

you know the distance made no difference to me .

i thought you were like an angel to me .

i'd move so fast that i'd outpace the dawn .

all my love and terror balanced there between those two eyes .

i'm still glad i met you .

that moment i knew , i had no choice but to love you .

[byaseashore]

Eivør - Í Tokuni (x)

[cweniz]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒: green, black, silver, purple.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: soft, wet earth. petrichor. floral perfume. fresh pine needles. the smell of sunlight. thyme. rosemary.

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍: morgana wears a lot of velvets and satins when she can afford to. but later in life began sticking solely to black so that she could show that she was in morning for not only her sister, her mother, her nephews, but also her own life. she tends to pick very tight-fitting and heavily embroidered or lacey fabrics in deep gem tones with black being the mandatory central color. gowns. tiaras. slippers. long flowing conical hats. circlets. breastplate. green velvet. she takes to wearing wolf pelts and fox pelts later in life to keep warm in the far north.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒: morgana almost always carries a willow wood wand on her, inlay at the top with copper and crystal. on top of that she has an old, leather-bound journal within which she keeps recipes for potions and spells. pouches of herbs and and various plants hanging from her belt are often also present. she has a locket on her person as well; silver with a picture of her mother inside.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄: morgana is lithe but fluid. she walks with purpose and can be very intimidating. most of her facial expressions rely on the power of her eyes; they are large, wide, doe-eyes that can pierce into your soul. she wears her heart on her sleeve, and her anger in wide, panicked eyes and a thin, unmoving mouth.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: fairy goth, old medieval witch, swamp hag, dark sorceress/witch queen, tragic antiheroine, fae-touched, otherworldly, usurped heiress, fallen royal, the femme fatale, gothic divine right, crown of thorns, the blade of prophecy. hands deep in sodden earth.

tagged by @melniibone / tagging you!

[cweniz]

‘ how many have you slain without cause, @sm4llville ? ’ the words coiled, soft as silk and twice as cutting from the barbed fangs of a viper. and wasn’t it the humans who said, let he who is without sin cast the first stone? curious, how they clung to such brittle mercy yet offered none of their own.

‘ how many did you cut down, that you might have spared? ’ x

[misandriste]

MORGANA + Pre-Raphaelite paintings by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The Salutation of Beatrice (1869) Veronica Veronese (1872) Proserpine (1874) Lady Lilith (1873) The Damsel of Sanct Grael (1874)

[cweniz]

going through the catacombs of the m.er.lin fandom is like EATING a bunch of landmines for how fucking hard they tried to demonize both morga.na and especially guiniv.ere as if magic lesbians wasn't right there but, as per usual alongside the writers of this show, woman bad.

[cweniz]

‘ no sudden moves, don't make a sound. ’ a soft touch pressed to @abovedivinity's throbbing temple, where sweat and grime gathered like warpaint. she does not remove the mask.

a part of him. a shield, from what? from who?

it is a hero’s body, she thinks, drawn gently from the rubble, limbs slack with exhaustion. and a pair of green eyes— steady, soft and searching— moved from open wound to dulled and battered metal. ‘ they're out for blood this time around. ’ x

[cweniz]

‘ i can’t wait to show you how much i know you can be, ’ fate whispers, curling like mist at the hem of the enchantress’ skirts. her fingers stretch outward— pale as spilled milk, still and steadfast in their invitation.

‘ @moonsworn, can't you hear it howling? ’ x

[cweniz]

like this for a one-liner / two-liner that comes from a song in morgana's playlist. if i can't find something that fits, i'll use a book on my shelf. NO CAP.

[cweniz]

continued from @melniibone

wise ones say that the past predicts the future.  that all things are to be imitated by men with false memories time immemoriam.  lady and emperor could not be more different hers was a pale but fleshy, peachy skin, forsaken by the sun, yet burned. so unlike that of bleached and broken bone with a head of hair to match.  so sour a countenance. it wouldn't kill the man to smile, would it? and after all the trouble she'd gone to to bare her own teeth.

the mirror in her hands is cold, once-discarded and left bereft of human touch for however many centuries had passed since their arrival.  but she did not look upon it.   she had no reason to.   the queen of air and darkness knew well her dreams,  and that so long as she were to live,  that they would not come to pass.   if anything,  she comes to wonder how she might look within the glass to the eyes of such a beholder.   he was still a man, was he not? something else too, perhaps. an interesting thought, but she does not put paid to it. to ask a man if he sees the beauty of a wyvern while it chokes down his skin is scrupulous cruelty. and not what she is here for.

‘  what i seek is no mirror.   ’    morgana speaks plainly, the tips of her fingers buried in green velvet that falls down her legs like moss and pools about pale, unshod feet.  the mirror is abandoned, the sorceress gliding across the dust and sand scattered across the stone. closer, untouched by his demeanor.   ‘ . . . and I can no more force you to look upon the dreams you’ve shattered than i can command a mountain to move. i may stand before it and beg it to rise, but still, it will not walk. ’

[cweniz]

she tilted back her head and laughed. a more ghastly sound i hope never to hear.   ‘ do you think i care about these trifles? ’

CWENIZ , an original interpretation of morgana le faye, taken from the oral and written verses of arthurian myth & pagan legend.  based  heavily on the show 'merlin' from bbc,  with heavy headcanon inspo & canon-pulling from the guinivere deception,  the mists of avalon, &  i am morgan le faye.     do not interact if under 18. selective, mutually exclusive with several fleshed out verses in marvel comics, modern, fantasy & baldurs gate 3. sculpted by neptune.

[3mns]

ASK THE MOON. 𝘈𝘚𝘒 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐𝘛 𝘏𝘈𝘚 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 an independent and private portrayal of princess brea of ha'rar from henson co.'s dark crystal franchise, canon compliant, headcanon heavy & adapted for a broader horror fantasy genre influence taken from the j.m. lee novels in conjunction with related companion books. with extensive alt. verses for dragon age, star wars, baldurs gate 3, and more ... by chantelle. est. 2019 ! minors and personals dni.

[cweniz]

I hope yall love women.

[cweniz]

The story of King Arthur has been told many times, and there is no reason to think that these stories will ever lose their hold over the popular imagination. Every telling of the story differs, but, throughout most of the story’s history, Morgan le Fay has been one of its most powerful female characters. Yet increasingly she is seen not only as abusing what power she has, but also as being hungry for more power – making her one of the story’s greatest villains because she does not support Arthur and his Camelot. But why should we assume that Arthur’s Camelot deserves her support? In the 21st century, should a woman be considered evil because she desires power for herself?“

marta cobb was right and she should say it.