This is a re-do in the "deity deep dive" format of my original Morrigan post!
Who is The Morrigan?
The Morrigan is the ancient Irish Triple, or tripartite, of war and death, but she is also goddess of sovereignty, the land, and prophecy.
The name Morrigan, or Morrigu, is the anglicized version of the Gaelic name MĂłr-RĂoghain, which means "Great Queen" in modern Irish.
The old name has been linked to the proto-indo-european word MĂłr (terror) and RĂoghain could relate to the Latin word Regina (queen). (Wiktionary)
Itâs debated whether she is one deity with three aspects or if these three aspects are sisters that create a triple goddess.
If they are sisters, their names are likely Macha, Nemain, and The Morrigan, their collective title being The Morrigu or The Morrigna. (The spelling of these will differ throughout your research if you choose to do your own after this post)
Their names could also be Macha, Nemain, and Badb, though the name âBadbâ may have been a title for spirits/gods who wrought havoc on the battlefields and incited terror in the opposing side. (See âThe Ancient Irish Goddess of Warâ in references for more info).
Other names involved with these sisters are Anand and Fea.
Itâs not unlikely that The Morriganâs identity would change between the many different groups in Ireland throughout time.
Parents and Siblings
Her mother is Ernmas, father is unknown.
Siblings have included Ăriu, Banba, and FĂłdla, who make up the triple goddess of spirit and sovereignty of Ireland.
As well as Gnim, Coscar, Fiacha, and Ollom, as her brothers.
Lovers or Partners
The Dagda, with whom her relationship is of great importance for the Irish holiday Samhain.
In some iterations of her lore the Morrigan falls for Irish Hero CĂş Chulainn but her feelings are not returned.
Children
Mechi, who has three hearts that each contain a serpent.
Epithets
The Goddess of Death
MorrĂgu
The Morrighan
The Great Queen
Phantom Queen
Badb-Catha
Nightmare Queen
The Washer at the Ford
Notes
Due to the many myths and legends surrounding The Morrigan and she is also associated with the Fae and the Bansheeâa creature that generally takes on the form of an old woman who wails in mourning to announce the coming death of someone in the family.
The Morrigan is most notoriously a shape shifter and deity of magic.
In modern day paganism and witchcraft, some choose to worship The Morrigan as one deity with the sisters as aspects, others choose to worship her as a triple goddess consisting of three sisters. Neither of these can be said to be entirely right or wrong and vary from person to person, even from an academic point of view.
Though there are similar beings throughout Celtic mythology, The Morrigan is unique to Irish mythology.
Stories that prominently feature the MorrĂgan include TĂĄin BĂł CĂşailgne (The Cattle Raid of Cooley), Cath Maige Tuired (The First and Second Battles of Moytura), and Lebor GabĂĄla Ărenn (The Book of the Taking of Ireland). (Mythopedia)
Fulacht na MĂłr RĂoghna (Cooking Pit of the MorrĂgan) in County Tipperary, and two hills in County Meath known as Da CĂch na MorrĂgna (Two Breasts of the MorrĂgan) are both locations in Ireland linked to The Morrigan.
Modern Deity Work
Correspondences
Disclaimer - Many of these are not traditional or historic correspondences nor do they need to be. However, any correspondence that can be considered traditional will be marked with a (T).
Rocks/Stone/Crystals
Obsidian
Onyx
Silver
Carnelian
Deep green, black and red stones/crystals
Herbs/Plants
Dragonâs Blood
Apples
Nightshade
Roses
Cedar
Cloves
Mugwort
Belladonna
Juniper
Animals
Crow (T)
Eel (T)
Cow (T)
Horse (T)
Wolf (T)
Raven
Symbols
Triple spiral
Crow
Offerings
Blood (be careful with this please!!)
Wine or Mead
The stones and herbs listed above
Imagery of the animals or symbols listed above
Food that youâve made or a portion of your meal
Jewelry
Art made of her or inspired by her
Coins
Honey
Dark chocolate
Candles and/or wax melts; incense
Meat
Milk
Note: If youâd like your offering to be a bit more traditional, try burying it or sending it down a stream, but only if it is safe for the environment if you do so!
Acts of Devotion
Exercise/Work out (especially if it's challenging!)
Activism
Read/write poetry for her
Research her
Celebrate Samhain
Take up a competitive sport or activity
Standing up for yourself
Keep in mind that these are only some ideas for offerings and correspondences! Items and activities that connect you to her in a more personal way are just as good, and often better, than those you find on the internet. As with any relationship, feel it out, ask questions, and be attentive and receptive!
References and Further Reading
The Morrigan - World History Encyclopedia
The Ancient Irish Goddess of War by WM Hennessey (via Sacred-Texts)
The Morrigan - Druidry.org
The Book of the Great Queen by Morpheus Ravenna
The Morrigan - Mythopedia (Mythopedia also has a bunch of references and further reading of their own that I suggest you look at if youâd like to do your own research!)
"It's like I'm a bad omen." "I'm willing to take that chance"
And they'll just be a fling for now and he KISSES HER FOREHEAD "AS YOU LIKE" AND SHE LOOKS SO GUILTY (about asking for that much??? about not being able to give him more??????)
"It's like I'm a bad omen." "I'm willing to take that chance"
And they'll just be a fling for now and he KISSES HER FOREHEAD "AS YOU LIKE" AND SHE LOOKS SO GUILTY (about asking for that much??? about not being able to give him more??????)
hello everyone everything is going to be okay! nothing bad is going to happen! the loves of my life are here behaving like a married couple
Forgiveness coming up already... "You may know be better than I know myself, Vex'ahlia" !!!
CR1 Spoilery gushing below the cut
LOOK AT THE GEARS LOOK AT THE CLOCK!!! HE'S TINKERING WITH A CLOCK!!! HE'S STILL GOT THAT CLOCKMAKER IN HIM! HE'S NOT JUST A WEAPON IT'S LIKE 3AM AND HE'S EXHAUSTED AND FRUSTRATED BUT THERE'S STILL HOPE FOR WHO HE WAS GOING TO BE BEFORE VIOLENCE FOUND HIM!
percy chooses to style his hair like that. he could be gender supreme by not gelling up his hair like that but instead he actively chooses the triangle every day. truly this is a showcase of his self-hatred & deeply destructive tendencies
Break into my apartment when you know I got so high that I passed out in bed. You creep into my room, my naked body on top of the blanket, legs wide, pussy glistening from playing with myself for hours. Make sure you don't disturb my body in any way, but slide just the tip of your cock inside me, pulsing slowly, making my hips buck in my sleep. You keep up your pace, just teasing me with your tip, holding me down when I try to force you in further. You start to slow and slow even more, rocking your hips differently until my unconscious body cums all over your cock. Mid orgasm you suddenly slam deep inside of me, making me scream and actually wake up. You slap me and cover my mouth. "Shut your stupid mouth baby doll, this'll be over soon. You don't need to know what's happening, just let me fuck your tight little cunt until I'm ready to punish you with my cum in your bare pussy"
I try so hard to keep reader as nondescript as I can so that everyone can self insert that now even when I have my own self insert daydreams my brain stillâŚ
đHazbin smut you can self insert even if I canât
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
MATURE CONTENT AHEAD! MINORS DNI!
Words: ~2200
TW: swearing, vaginal sex, exhibitionism (I think that's how it's called), cum, fingering
Alastor was not the kind to take his frustrations on you, especially not when he was jealous. He'd rather make the unfortunate soul who dared to hit on you feel like it was the last mistake they'd ever done. He knew it was not your fault when you gained unwanted attention, so there'd be no point in being mad at you.
But when Lucifer stepped into the Hazbin Hotel, his eyes roaming over your body as his lips briefly touched your hand, kissing it, Alastor saw red before him. If he wasn't Charlie's father, the very next moment there'd be nothing left of him apart from that ridiculously big hat of his. But he had to keep it together. So instead of throwing snarky remarks at him, he approached you, a hand tightly gripping your waist.
"And who are you?" Lucifer asked with a raised brow, his hand lingering possessively over yours as if daring Alastor to respond.
"The Radio Demon, at your service," his eyes twitched in frustration and just by the looks of it, you could tell how pissed he was.
"Never heard of you." The King of Hell dismissed him, his focus returning to you. "Now, darling, how about you show me the hotel?"
"I am sorry to inform you that (Y/n) has other business to attend right now," Alastor said through his teeth, his claws digging into your flesh at that point.
"Yeah, Dad! How about I show you the hotel?" Charlie intervened, laughing awkwardly as she pushed her father away, giving you an apologetic look. You both watched as Charlie and Vaggie led him away, the tension in the air growing heavier around you..
"Damn, Alastor... The King of Hell himself is hitting on ya girl!" Angel Dust teased, disturbing both of you from your thoughts. "I'd be careful if I were you."
His grip on you tightened further when he heard Angel mocking him, his eyes narrowing dangerously at the spider demon. He was already struggling to repress his irritation towards Lucifer's actions, and Angel's words only served to push him closer to the edge
"(Y/n)..." he said, his voice tense. "I am waiting for you in our room. We have some things to discuss." he disappeared in one of his portals, leaving you alone with Angel Dust and Husker. You took a deep breath, not even noticing you were holding it.
"You're fucked, toots." Angel chuckled.
"What? What have I done?" you asked confused as he came closer to you.
"I've seen this look before! He's jealous as fuck. He's gonna fuck your guts until you'll need assistance to walk."
Your heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement churning in your stomach. "I don't think it's that!"
He gently pats you on the shoulder, giving you a smirk. "We'll see 'bout that."
You sighed, mumbling under your breath as you made your way to your room, not wanting to piss him off further. A sense of excitement and nervousness filled you as Angel's words replayed in your head. Was he mad at you? But it wasn't your fault Lucifer was being touchy...
You stopped in front of your shared bedroom, taking a deep breath before you touched the doorknob. But before you could open the door yourself, it burst open, shadowy tentacles dragging you inside and throwing you on the bed, the door shutting tight behind you. As more shadows spawned to hold down your wrists and legs, Alastor stepped in front of you, slowly approaching the bed, his cane tapping the floor with every step.
He looked down at you, his face still set in the typical smile, but his eyes were full of annoyance, his clawed fingers tightly gripping the fabric of his coat.
"What was that, my dear?" He said through gritted teeth, his voice low and dangerous.
"Alastor... He didn't know, alright? I think he got the message now." you said, a tentacle slowly gripping your neck, choking you slightly.
"Oh, I'm sure he got the message, my dear." Alastor knelt on the bed, his hands resting on either side of your head, trapping you under him. The tentacle around your neck continued to tighten its grip, making it harder to breathe. "But that doesn't change the fact that he was touching you, in front of everyone... in front of me." He was leaning closer to you now, his face inches away from yours.
You gasped for air as his claws traced your body, from your neck to your waist, slowly dragging the soft fabric of your clothes. "And if I'm being honest, you seemed to enjoy the attention too."
"What? No! I wasn't!" you said in defence, as the tentacles pushed you further into the bed.
Alastor's eyes narrowed as he chuckled darkly, clearly not buying your protest. "Oh, really?" His hand moved to the hem of your top, his fingers gently tugging it upward, exposing your stomach. "Because it looked like you were into it, my dear..." He said, the tip of his clawed finger now tracing the revealed skin, sending shivers down your spine. "And the fact that you didn't pull away from him, not for a moment..." He leaned even closer, his breath hot on your neck. "That tells me a lot..."
His eyes glowed in the dim light of the room, but you couldn't help the feeling of excitement in your chest, the situation was morbidly arousing and scary at the same time. "It's not true, Alastor!"
He chuckled again, the sound sending a chill down your spine. "Is it not, my dear?" He continued to caress your body, his hand now moving under your skirt, his fingers tracing small patterns on your thigh. "Because you seem quite excited for someone who wasn't enjoying Lucifer's attention..." He mused a hint of mockery in his voice.
You looked away, a dark blush on your face as his hand moved dangerously close to your core, threatening to feel how wet you were already. "It isn't because of him, asshole..." you mumbled.
His eyes gleamed with satisfaction at your response, a devilish smirk spreading across his lips. "Is that so?" He leaned in once more, his hot breath caressing your ear. "Then tell me, my dear... who exactly is making you this excited right now?" His hand moved slightly higher, the wetness drenching your panties as he slowly rubbed your core. You let out a gasp when you felt his clawed hand against you, wanting more with every move. "Is it me who got you this wet?" he asked huskily, his breath tickling the skin of your neck.
"Yes..." you whispered, fighting against the restraints that kept you in place, wanting to touch him so badly. "It's only you, Alastor! Only you can make me feel this way."
A sinister smile curled on his lips as he leaned in, his kiss a delicate contrast to the growing intensity of his touch, each stroke sending shockwaves through your body. His cock grew even harder at your words, pleasing him immensely. "Then how about we make sure he knows this too?" he whispered.
"What... What do you mean?" you sheepishly asked, afraid of what idea he might have.
"How about we let him know how good I can make you feel? Only me."
He slowly pulled away, his eyes never leaving yours, savouring every moment of anticipation. With deliberate precision, he unzipped his trousers, letting the tension hang in the air before pressing his cock against your trembling body.
He placed his microphone next to your face, and that's when it hit you - you weren't the only ones to hear the lewd sounds that were yet to come.
"Alastor? What are you doing?!"
Alastor chuckled softly, clearly enjoying your surprise response.
"I'm going to make a point, my dear. Now, be a good girl and be as loud as you can."
He pushed your panties aside, forcing his cock inside of your hole, a loud moan filling the room as he entered you completely. He stopped for a moment, wiping the small tears that gathered in the corner of your eyes. "It's a good start. Good girl." he praised as he pulled out, only to slam back into you.
"Fuck~ Take it easy, Al!" you said as he thrusted a few more times inside of you.
"Oh, but my dear... You seem to like it."
His thrusts became faster, as the tentacles spread your legs further, giving him more access. You arched your back as his cock came in and out of you harshly, the sounds of your arousal and skin slapping filling the room.
"You hear this, Your Majesty?" Alastor said in a mocking tone, grabbing the microphone. "It's a special broadcast, just for you."
He threw the microphone back on the bed, leaning over you, his hips harshly meeting yours. His tongue invaded your mouth, as moans of pleasure echoed through the room, making him go faster.
"Tell him, dear!" he said between grunts. "Tell him who's making you feel so good!"
You felt more tentacles caressing your body, grabbing and running across every inch of skin they could find. A powerful wave of pleasure took over your body as one of them started to rub your clit, your mind going blank as his cock fucked you into the bed, driving you closer to your orgasm.
"Fuck! Alastor! Fuck - Fuck me!" you gasped, your eyes teary from the pleasure.
You moaned loudly as a strong orgasm hit you, leaving your body a trembling mess, the feeling of overstimulation making you lightheaded as he continued to ram into your heat. He groaned at how tight you became, but his cock continued to drag painfully across your velvet walls.
"You're... You're gonna take every single bit of my seed, dear!" he said through gritted teeth as the tentacles lifted your ass from the bed, allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before, his claws digging into your waist. His cock felt like it was going to break through you, as you dipped your nails in your palms, feeling like you were about to faint.
With a few more powerful thrusts, he spilt his cum inside of you. He stood there for a moment, his eyes shut as the pleasure left his body. His breath heavy as small droplets of sweat made his forehead glow. The tentacles left your sore body and gently allowed you to fall on the bed.
Panting, his cock still inside of you, he grabbed the microphone. "Until next broadcast, Your Majesty." he chuckled a bit, his attention returning to you. "Are you alright, my little doe?" he asked, his claws gently tracing your flustered cheek.
"You really... You really broadcasted the whole thing?" you asked, somehow less worried about it than you should've been.
"Let's just say I placed a radio in his room... As a gift. If he heard it or not... We're yet to find out." he chuckled, pulling himself out. You winced at the sudden feeling of his fingers roughly entering you, pumping your pussy a few times, the stretch feeling unbearable now.
"Alastor, pleaseâŚ" you gasped, the words slipping out before you could stop them, torn between protest and longing.
"I said you're gonna take everything, dear. And I meant it!" he placed your panties back, gently patting your heat. "I want that fucker to smell me when he sees you. If the broadcast wasn't enough, of course."
You got up, and he gently helped you, a soft smile on his face this time. You buried your face into his chest, hugging him tightly as he made small circles on your back.
"Are you mad at me?" you asked.
"Absolutely not, my dear! I just needed to prove something... And I think we did a pretty good job." he praised.
The idea of having Alastor's cum inside you all day seemed exciting... until you had to walk around the hotel with the sticky fluid making a mess of your panties.
You rested your chin on your hand, trying to ignore the weird feeling between your legs, your cheeks flustered after you told Angel what happened.
"Holy shit, toots! I didn't think smiley is that freaky!" he chuckled. "But you guys didn't need the radio for the entire Pentagram City to know what you were doing."
"Wait... What?" you asked, looking at him.
"We need to talk to Charlie... These walls are thinner than they should be..." Husk mumbled, an obvious smirk on his face.
"Fuck..." you said, hiding your face in your palms. "So y'all heard it?"
"Indeed." a voice echoed behind you. You quickly turned to see Lucifer looking at you, an annoyed look on his slightly blushed face. He held a radio in his arms or... what remained of one after he probably burned it. Just when you were about to apologise for Alastor's "revolutionary idea", he entered the room, humming, seemingly in a good mood.
"Woah! You two should fuck more often... He's less creepy than usual when ya do it." Angel said, a smirk on his face.
"Indeed, my effeminate fellow." Alastor chuckled. "(Y/n) and I really had a good time... A very good one," he said, eyeing Lucifer, a mischievous grin on his face. Suddenly, he turned to completely face him, raising an eyebrow.
"The fuck is it now?" Lucifer asked.
"Oh my friend, it's nothing really. Though, I must say, it seems you found our little performance⌠enthralling."
Your face got bright red as you noticed the tent in Lucifer's pants. "Ah, fuck it..." you mumbled as he got all flustered too, the only sound filling the room being Angel's hysterical laughter.
Alastor approached you, a proud smile on his face. "I think we need to make a point again, dear," he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement, as he placed a kiss on your forehead.
I already gave you guys a sneak peak so this is a continuation. I think I cooked or I may be cooked. It was an interesting perspective to write from. And well, it was more about the characters and their relationship rather than the plot which is wayyyy out of my comfort zone.
Welp, take a look for yourself.
Charlie offers a deal to Alastor where he sells his soul to her in exchange to being her hotelier.
Alastor learns that the naive, wide-eyed princess is far more than what meets the eye and soon he begins to crave some sort of control over his life...no matter what.
âMy terms are thatâŚâ Your eyes dart away. Good. Youâre nervous again. Just how I like you. â...you can assist me on a much more personal level ifâŚâ Well, go on! Iâm listening, darling! We may have all eternity, but all this stalling is getting rather out of hand. â...my Dad said I can only make you my hotelier if I own your soul,â You say.Â
Ah, there it is. Only the Devil himself could orchestrate such a thing. Thereâs guilt in your eyes. Oh, how the darling little princess of Hell feels such guilt. It's tearing you apart, isnât it? Youâre so naive, polite, and unsure. A perfect lump of clay, soft and delicate, mold you with my hands into something I desire. Something easily swayed, manipulated and youâd never know, would you?
I feign interest. Tilt my head in a way that makes you light up for a moment. As if Iâm going to accept this ridiculous deal. âAnd what would I do as your hotelier?â
âWell, you would help me with the hotel! Help redeem sinners! And you know, help organize activities. Take care of the hotel. Stuff like that!â Youâre beaming. You think Iâm going to take this deal, donât you?
âDarling, couldnât I simply do thatâŚÂ without you owning my soul?â I ask.Â
Your beaming smile drops. âMy Dad wonât take it any other way. He doesn'tâŚâ I beat her to it. I can see the words on her tongue, dancing there, through your porcelain skin.Â
âTrust me?â I speak. You nod. Hah, youâre far too honest for this world. âWell, my soul is off the table. However! Iâm more than happy to take your other offer about advertising your hotel!âÂ
It's the better deal even if that hotelier position is beckoning from the shadows. My, my, my, being that close to the princess? I would play the loving, doting, supporting business partner. Everything you need. Everything you desire. If only you hadnât asked for my soul. However, if I try to alter it to not be for my soul, youâll think I want it badly. And we canât have that.Â
Darling, weâre in a dance and Iâm leading. Â
âThat offer is off the table,â you say, that flash in your eyes is back again. Thereâs an edge creeping into your voice that hadnât been there before. Something peeking out from that perfectly naive little princess youâve built up. My, how bold! That smile returns, âTake it or leave it.â
Is that how weâre going to play it? Thatâs a new tone. A cutting-edge tone that doesnât fit that sweet little face of yours. I decided it's time to stretch my smile a little wider, scare you a little. âAnd my soul is off the table as well.â I laugh. You frown. Weâre so different, you and I, hm? âIt seems weâre in a stalemate darling.â
You clear your throat in that dignified royal manner, âAlastor, as your princess and your superior I am telling you that is my one and only offer.â You give me a small, nervous smile. âSorry.â If only I could frown I would. No, I wouldn't, it would be weak. Here you were putting all your feelings on a display case and here I was looking through your little window.Â
Your shoulders are stiff and your face even stiffer. HmmâŚyouâre not budging, are you? Not unless I do something drastic. Is that what I need to do for you, my little princess? Something thatâll make you come running? I stand and say, coldly, calculated, making sure the iciness reaches your bones, âIâm afraid thatâs a no deal situation, princess.â
You donât say a thing, even do a thing as I walk straight out of the room. Iâve boiled this down to a routine once I leave a bargain. The four step routine. One step, youâre thinking about what happened. Second step, youâre thinking about running after me. Third step, youâre standing. Fourth step, youâre either calling my name or running after me.Â
It has worked time after time, a desperate attempt made by the other bargainer. By that time, my claws are deep enough to ask whatever I want, whatever I desire. Theyâre at my mercy.Â
Itâs been ten steps once I stop short in the hall. Ten steps. Six steps in between where you didnât say a thing, didnât come running down the hall. That wonderful voice saying, âAlastor wait! Alastor, no, come back! Iâll change the deal!â Not a single word. I crane my ears even with heightened senses, thereâs nothingâŚdead silence, as silent as a tomb. Perhaps you dropped dead? But the Princess of Hell doesnât just collapse in a heap and die. Thatâs impossible.
You stayed in there, saying nothing, doing nothing. What? I turn on my heel. No, I stare back down the purple carpeted stretch of hall, fading all into the distance. I will not do that. Go back? Out of the question. That would be desperate. Youâd have all the power at that point.Â
Something deadly, something dangerous whispers in my ear: youâre walking away from the Princess of Hell. I am. Iâm walking away from a lifeâwell, after life changing deal that could bring me power beyond my imagination. I would be your hotelier. In the same building with you. The same floor? Neighboring rooms? Be right at your sideâ
âwith a chain wrapped around my neck.
 No, with a loose chain. You're kind, youâre naive. Youâve never known cruelty. Youâd let me run free, a dog off leash. Let me run, let me be free as much as a chained being can be. Iâd be connected to you.Â
NoâŚthis is insane. I would be losing my soul. Something so delicate, something so easily broken by a keeper. You could control me.Â
But what would you make me do? Nothing much I can see. Youâre soft . Somehow optimistic in a fiery pit. You love sinners. You want them to graze the holy clouds and walk amongst the saints. Youâre a saint amongst sinners, darling. Even if you did have my soul, what would you make me do? Dishes, help you? Thatâs not too demanding. You wouldnât yank me around like a pet. You donât have it in you, do you, Charlie?
My heel squeaks as I turn and stalk towards the room. Then I hover behind the door. Once I step throughâŚIâm doing something irreversible. I will not walk out here the same. I walk out as your lap dog. A toy to use. No, youâre naive. Youâre young and inexperienced. You want to help sinnersâŚÂ sinners for Christâs sake! How much more gullible can you be?
I step across the threshold, and you look up.
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Rosie: now Alastor, I know you havenât shown any interest before, but if you were to have a romantic relationship, what would you look for in a partner?
Alastor: hmm, ideally she would be smart, sophisticated, strong and resilient yet poised and gracefulâ
Charlie: *frantically running around screaming after setting herself and the stove on fire*
I love that us charlastor shippers have basically made our own fandom and our own version of the show where everything is the same except Charlie and Al are banging each other nine ways to Sunday and everyone else just kinda looks the other way about it
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