hades claimed ⠀ / ⠀ fury driven.

i will be bloodied knuckles and scuffed elbows; i will be rough.

[inrigor]

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞.    ──    a blog dedicated to a percy jackson original character,    sideblog to dialhearts.    reaped by naminé;    twenty-two,    he    /    they    /    it,    korean,    nonbinary lesbian.    a study of:    a broken family,    hatred    &.    its consequences,    loss of love,    death,    &.    more.    lovingly written since 2019.    credits:    border.    art.

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[destinedplace]

Its this or I die. I break myself or I'll be killed. It's bad, but unexistence is worse. Xion thinks she may be sick, both at the familiarity of Morrigan's words and at the way her magic is utterly pointless. ( i'm useful or i'll be killed. i suffer for everyone or i don't deserve to live — and won't be allowed to. ) Teeth grit hard enough that her jaw starts to ache. And sometimes I get to hurt back. "It isn't," Xion says quietly, her scar stinging across her chest, too much berserk and too many memories. "I'm sorry. I'm useless here." And she doesn't just mean due to her lackluster healing. Small, pale hands drop to her side, useless, useless, useless. you know what happens when you're useless, don't you, xion? "How do you...usually treat it, when this happens?"

[inrigor]

❝ you're not useless. ❞ the words are sharp. she means to be nice. but after all these years, she doesn't know how to dull the blow anymore, so morrigan instead reaches out for one of xion's hands and── squeezes it. tight. ❝ this helps, ❞ she admits. ❝ just ... talking with you. ❞ it sounds like an empty promise, but she means it. ❝ reminds me that i'm not a ghost. not yet at least. ❞ on bad days, she doesn't even feel real, caught between her bloodline and her physical body. [ SHE ALWAYS WONDERS: if one day, she'll take it too far, and truly disappear. ] ❝ tell about your── friends? ❞

[inrigor]

for her hades 2 verse- mori does, in fact, join chronos. she spends much of her time on the surface, and acts as a sort of mid-boss the same way asterius was- except she's not limited to a region. (gameplay wise, she'd only have a chance to show up once per night, but at any point.) she's dressed in a cloak and shadows, so no one really knows who she is- just that she's a threat. i imagine you can find out her true identity by casting an incantation that will dispel her shadows for good.

no one knew she'd survived- well, few knew of her existence in the first place. but when the house of hades fell, everyone who knew assumed chronos got to her or she'd been killed. no one imagined that she'd have joined him. as a demigod that's more human than god (and treated as such by everyone around her), i can see her growing a bit bitter over it. melinoe entering the picture was the breaking point, i think.

all of this is subject to change- i'm still playing through the meat of the story (no spoilers!!) so who knows where i'll go. but morrigan is a traitor, that much for sure.

[dialhearts]

i drew this mori a bit ago… her wolf cut and stolen cig slay

[promptshelf]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇.

› prompts from rachel gillig's novel the knight and the moth (2025). feel free to tweak as you see fit , bartholomew.

❛ you don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you. ❜

❛ when you do the right thing for the wrong reason, no one praises you. ❜

❛ we all want to be special.”

❛ what is right and wrong depends entirely on the story you’re living in. ❜

❛ which is more intricate? the designs of men, trying to reach gods, or that of gods, trying to reach men? ❜

❛ people who love you for your usefulness don't love you at all. ❜

❛ you want to throw me down. ❜

❛ i, prideful, disdainful, godless. ❜

❛ i want to drag you into the dirt with me. ❜

❛ you know this story, (name,) though you do not remember it. ❜

❛ to tell a story is in part to tell a lie, isn't it? ❜

❛ it's hard to see who i am when i am lost in what's expected of me. ❜

❛ fear not, (name!) every day has its dog. ❜

❛ if you only ever look up at something, can you ever see it clearly? ❜

❛ it is easier, swearing ourselves to someone else's cause than to sit with who we are without one. ❜

❛ take my hand, you strange little creature. ❜

❛ it sounds awful when i say it out loud. ❜

❛ you are more special than you realize. ❜

❛ i would do anything for you. ❜

❛ i cannot decide which i like best. the sunrise, or the sunset. ❜

❛ i was losing my faith in everything. ❜

❛ the two of us meeting… it felt almost divine. ❜

❛ i think her quite the bitch. ❜

❛ how undignified. ❜

❛ did anyone see me fall? ❜

❛ i want someone to see me. ❜

❛ i want it to be you. ❜

❛ no honor among thieves, and even less among gods. ❜

❛ i’ll do anything you ask of me. ❜

❛ if i were beside myself, there would be two of me ❜

❛ oh, (name.) he's dreamy. ❜

❛ do you want to know how it ends? ❜

❛ does it end? ❜

❛ it ends when you kiss me. ❜

❛ why do we do these things to ourselves? ❜

❛ you’re an incomparable fiend, (name.) a truly accomplished asshole. ❜

❛ i’d like you better if you were on your back again. ❜

❛ it is not like me to be the bearer of bad tidings. ❜

❛ am i all that you imagined? ❜

❛ your hands are marked by the blood of my metamorphosis. ❜

❛ whatever my soul was made of was frail. ❜

❛ violence is a craft. so is compassion. ❜

❛ no is a sufficient answer. ❜

❛ anger is a fine weapon. ❜

❛ now have some soup. ❜

❛ i will shoulder any weight you give me. ❜

❛ would that things were different. ❜

❛ i think i would like to stop promising myself away, or else there will be nothing left of me to give. ❜

❛ i don’t know why i say the things i do. ❜

[inrigor]

morrigan is a deeply miserable person who chose wrong once after being led astray and has to pay for it for the rest of her life. i cannot stress this enough

[muvliw]

LEE HOJUNG as YOON SOL in NEVERTHELESS, Ep.2

[crowshoots]

@inrigor asked: " if i tell you to leave me behind, would you listen? "

" IF I TELL YOU to stop asking those types of questions, would you listen? " for all the bite, jesper's shaking — visibly, palpably, all the way down to his fingertips. he'd shoved his hands against the top of morrigan's leg, and his palms are wet and red with blood. jesper's seen plenty of fights, and he's plenty fine with those fights being bloody, all adrenaline and heat, but this is different. this is morrigan and jesper pinned, monsters on either side of them. jesper's down to four bullets, and both of their ears are ringing, their heartbeat as loud as an echo.

somewhere far off, he can hear someone call out. jesper hasn't read up on enough of his mythos, he's realizing. antaeus should ring a bell, but it's not. honestly, the image of his wounds leaking dirt was confusing enough. jesper isn't sure if that's apart of his legend or not, but they have questions.

he can hear him talking, far off, taunting, daring. jesper shakes his head like trying to dislodge a fly, trying to understand. it's all nonsense noise. jesper turns back to morrigan, her expression pinched.

" i still owe you for getting me out of that casino. what type of person would i be to avoid paying you back? " the earth trembles, faintly, underneath them. jesper's feet dig further into the dirt. " and he called you kronos' right hand. we're gonna get out of this, you and i, and then we're gonna have a talk, yeah? " / meme.

[inrigor]

it doesn't exactly inspire any sort of want to survive── but fortunately for jesper, and unfortunately for morrigan, she's got a deep sense of pride and spite that won't let her die here. to live in spite of exile, to remain a thorn in the gods' sides── and to make sure the time lord's old allies never look down on her again. so a shaking hand presses harder on jesper's, and her jaw clenches against the pain. she'd laugh to ease some of the tension, if she could.

❝ that's a real kind way to view the world, ❞ she says instead. ( if she was in their shoes── she would have left. at least, she tells herself she would, wants to believe herself crueler than she really is, wants to think the lesson the world is screaming at her is finally sticking. ) her free hand starts digging through her pockets, hoping for a leftover piece of ambrosia. ❝ 'specially after what he called me. ❞

( morrigan never wanted them to find out, how much bad she'd done and how much she still has to atone for. what a childish wish, / of course it'd be stamped out by a cruel world. she should have known they'd find out. she should have known. )

she doesn't find the ambrosia she's looking for── of course she doesn't── but instead grabs her fallen knife and starts tearing at the hem of her shirt. she'd lost her bag several minutes ago but she's good at thinking on her feet, better at it now after years of practice. ❝ help me wrap it, ❞ she says. if they're going to stay── they might as well help out, no?

[inrigor]

@destinedplace, continued : morrigan wonders what she means by that, for a second. she's not unfamiliar with such a thought── she's doing it now, breaking her body once more── but for xion ... what does it look like? ( what are the warning signs? ) she watches the soft glow in xion's hand and wonders if it was at least her choice. ❝ it's this or i die, ❞ she says with that line of thought, words soft; kinder than she usually is. when the glow fades and her skin remains the same, it's almost like a confirmation of her penance. but she doesn't pull away. ❝ it's bad, but a lot of things are worse. 's easy to just choose whatever gets me through it. ❞ her fingers twitch. ❝ and sometimes── i get to hurt back. that makes it worth it. ❞

[underbloods]

ZAGREUS' SMILE IS triumphant, as if he's fouled a great beast. truly, he has: his father's ire, really, with zagreus holding the shield to ward it off morrigan's back. " oh, good. i always feel like you're scuttling off. come, i'll have to show you the new ornamentation. it almost makes it seems that you're not in the house, if you put aside the shades, and cerberus' hair tucked away in the corners, and - well. you get the whole idea. "

he steers her towards the lounge, although he takes a moment to nod towards the gate which bars the garden from them both. " i'm hoping to get that opened up soon, but can't imagine what i'll put there. you haven't happened upon any mysterious keys around, have you? "

[inrigor]

❝ i didn't even know that was there. ❞ he's not even wrong, morrigan realizes, eyes trained upwards to examine the hanging flowers, it really doesn't feel like the house of hades at all. ❝ don't really have a need to in this wing. not really around enough to find any keys either. have you asked dusa? ❞ they enter the lounge, graciously empty── and it seems this hasn't been spared from zagerus' new hobby either.

❝ is that── a skeleton? disco ball? ❞ she stops right in her tracks to squint at it. it's not the fact that it exists── okay, it is partly about that── but the fact that their father had allowed something so ostentatious ... morrigan turns to him with her face stuck between absolute shock and something like── delight. ❝ has he seen it yet? please tell me he has. ❞

[inrigor]

treading on shadows is a game to me and how i’ve come this far all to try and finally atone with one last step if one day you find out and know, if you find me, even so out i drew, still fragile, far from you you there, through the mirror’s vacant glow, watching me with eyes that show i’m all alone while inside of somebody’s mind, soul and scars stuck in broken parts still, you dream in solitude but our d/n/a can’t be made out or freed all the strings mutate into one and now my heart’s dyed in rouge, dyed in rouge

[underbloods]

" LOOK WHO DECIDED to stop on by again. " despite the blood he's shaking out of his hair, zagreus seems pleased to see morrigan. it's only an additional bonus to see his father's gaze from down the hall, his gaze smoldering, his disdain clear. " things have changed since you've last been around. how long has it been? never mind, that, actually; we have better things to discuss. you'll have a moment for splitting nectar and chatting, won't you? " @inrigor has received a starter!

[inrigor]

she'd noticed it the second she'd appeared in the hall, blinking the night out of her eyes── someone had taken to redecorating the place, and there's but one person in her dreary family who would have the gall. she thumbs at a fallen petal, feeling out of place in a home that was never even a home to begin with. ❝ i, ❞ she starts, should be going. but the words never come out, caught up in the warmth and joy that zagreus directs towards her. so morrigan relents, pushing off against the wall she'd been leaning against, just out of their father's sight. ❝ i think i have the time. got a quiet spot in mind? ❞

[inrigor]

scattered hades au thoughts

morrigan ages slower in her hades verse; in hades, she's visibly eighteen, despite having been alive for far longer. in hades 2, she's in her 20s. despite this, she is not technically immortal- she can be killed, and she will be brought in as a shade to the underworld.

despite being a child of hades, she doesn't inherit the burning soles that zagreus and melinoë do. part of it might be the fact that she's not a child of persephone, or because she did not spend her childhood growing up in the house of hades- there's no clear answer. however, this is just another reason why she spends her time away.

morrigan spends her time on the surface as a mercenary; she lives her life free from the gods, despite being blessed by nyx. (an act of protection that nyx bestowed upon her because she's one of hades' children.) due to this, she gets into her own fair share of battles, but most people tend to look down on her due to her youthful appearance. other times, nyx sends her out on important missions.

i don't think she'd ever encounter persephone before zagreus brings her back to the underworld, and there's definitely some awkward tension there, but persephone treats her like her own daughter.

because of this, morrigan frequents the house of hades more often. i think, like hades, she'd be one of the last people in the game you could max out your relationship with.

in the first game, morrigan does have a keepsake! it's an old, weathered charm of a skeletal hand from her bracelet. equipping it gives you a +2.5/5/10% chance (per enemy) of being tied down by shadows.

hades 2 thoughts are pending but between you and me it's looking like she's a traitor..........................................

[inrigor]

smoking discussion undercut

i also realized i don't talk about this like, at all, but seeing as i have a lot of images of people smoking on her board i should talk about it- mori 100% smokes. she started a year after being exiled from camp half blood, when she was around 17. yes it's illegal, no she doesn't care because she has other things to think about. she usually just pickpockets them off people, just like she pickpockets money for food and the like. she's more of a light smoker- she's too used to saving up her resources or divvying them up, and with how little nutrition she gets from being on the run anyways... even smoking two a day makes her nauseous. it's not exactly a habit she's ashamed of- she's done worse- and it's not like she'll live long enough to truly feel the consequences anyways.

[inrigor]

@sunhalf, continued ── how quickly morrigan becomes a child, or── more childish still. the sting of her knuckles burns a lot like shame as she sits there, head dipped to avoid meeting eva's gaze. ( too kind, too gentle── at least, by her standards. ) ❝ ‘m not, ❞ she mumbles. and then, with the memory of a mother's gentle scolding, ❝ i'm not. i'd appreciate it. ❞

( contrary to what others may think: morrigan accepts help easily. maybe too easily. to fight for survival, to keep going in a world that hates her── she's learned to take, and take, and take what's been offered to her, to make up for what's been ripped away.

it's a bad habit. it's the only thing she feels she can do. )

❝ do you, uh ... ❞ a tilt of her head, as her fingers twitch in eva's hold. as if she's careful of prying too much. it takes her a moment before she feels brave enough to even continue, this time meeting eva's gaze hesitantly. ❝ do you do this often? you seem used to it. ❞

[stygias-deactivated20240626]

charon was ever the stalwart companion, but even they knew when to take their leave and let a father and daughter have their talks. hades keeps a level gaze with the boat as it trudges back down the styx, before his gaze averts to her with a whip-like suddenness. ( he has a resting mean face, you will have to forgive him, you see. ) ❝ busy. ❞ he echoes the sentiment with a short laugh, as if what she said was nigh on unbelievable. he should be used to them by now, the excuses. anything to not come home.

hades allows his gaze to roll under the absence of hers, turning to follow on her stead like some kind of loyal animal. ( was that not what a father was? ) ❝ your brother, with some extra pointers. he has quite the eye. gets it from her. ❞ hades moves so that he breaks between the fireplace and her stature. here it comes. ❝ you could help decorate sometime. ❞

[inrigor]

a white flag── an olive branch── a chance to reconcile. morrigan sees it for what it is and still hesitates to accept it, just as cold── bitter── and spiteful as @shathyar. [ LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER. ] in more ways than just this. ❝ decorate, ❞ she says, like the word is foreign to her. in a way, it is. ❝ i think i'll leave it to him── he's got a good eye for this kind of stuff, i have to admit. ❞

an appreciative glance at the colors present in the house of hades, something like the ghost of a smile on her face. ❝ i'll just have to remind him to not touch my room. it is mine, after all. ❞ A PROMISE TO STAY / in the present, in the distant future; / a reminder that she still considers this home.

[inrigor]

@frystsnow, starter call ── cold and dark, cold and dark, cold and dark. should she consider him some kind of friend, an acquaintance to her miseries? ❝ do you need me to do something for you? is that it? ❞