❝ prayers ❞ for the damned

❝ and in the fray, when i am getting colder, i may support a black crow on my shoulder. my black crow just crackle, casting me a shackle . ❞

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potniaxtheron:

“I did - a long, long time ago.”

“But I very much doubt the outcome will remain the same should I endeavor to follow in my old footsteps.”

“Do the consequences matter so much to you that even now, you can’t help but strive to behave as you believe others would want you to?”

“That can’t possibly bring you fulfilment or happiness.”

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moodboard: the morrigan (requested by @queenoftheskittleholics​)

the morrigan was a celtic goddess of death, strife, sovereignty, and battle. she was said to be able to shapeshift into a raven or crow and influence the outcome of battles. she was often shown as a member of a trio of goddesses that also included badb and either nemian or macha.

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“Is it against man’s law to own a bobcat?”

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“Care not for their laws - only your own.”

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MYTHOLOGY MEME | (3/7) DEITIES AND IMMORTAL BEINGS FROM OTHER MYTHS

THE MORRIGAN is a goddess of battle, strife, and fertility. Her name translates as either “Great Queen” or “Phantom Queen,” and both epithets are entirely appropriate for her. The Morrigan appears as both a single goddess and a trio of goddesses. The other deities who form the trio are Badb (“Crow”), and either Macha (also connotes “Crow”) or Nemain (“Frenzy”). The Morrigan frequently appears in the ornithological guise of a hooded crow. She is one of the Tuatha Dé Danann (“Tribe of the goddess Danu”) and she helped defeat the Firbolg at the First Battle of Mag Tuireadh and the Fomorians at the Second Battle of Mag Tuireadh. (x) 

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OF GODS AND MONSTERS (2/?) | THE MORRIGAN

“I have power indeed,” said the woman; “it is at the guarding of thy death that I am; and I shall be," 

-“The Cattle Raid of Regamna”, translated by A. H. Leahy, from Heroic Romances of Ireland

The Morrígan or Mórrígan, spelled Mór-ríoghain in Modern Irish, is an Irish goddess of battle, strife, and sovereignty. She sometimes appears in the form of a crow, flying above the warriors, and in the Ulster Cycle, also takes the forms of an eel, a wolf and a cow. She is generally considered a war deity comparable with the Germanic Valkyries, although her association with a cow also suggests a role connected with wealth and the land.She is often depicted as a trio of goddesses, all sisters, the most common combination being Badb, Macha and Nemain.

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@ chooseroftheslain

When one was accustomed to being revered and even feared as one of the strongest, maddest, baddest, craziest bitches around, was it any wonder that she cared naught for the idea of caution? Why pay such an irrelevant, trivial thing any heed when she was more than aware of how others perceived her? With trepidation and respect, her reputation far proceeding that of this pathetic shell the mortals had somehow - and quite skillfully, mind you - managed to trap her in; it had taken them months to drain her of even a tenth of her powers, at least enough to take partial control of her person and whisk her away to some high-grade mortal prison meant to hold her indefinitely. But even weakened, she was a force to be reckoned with, someone who would not allow anything or anyone to stand in the way of her plans. A declaration made with all the poise and self-assurance of one who had little cause to fear for her safety, for there was absolutely nothing on this godforsaken planet that could even come close to being powerful enough to deter her from doing whatever the hell she wanted. Imprisonment certainly hadn’t changed that. If anything, it had only made her all the more determined to neutralize variables that could potentially convert into threats in the near future. The mortals had already taken ten years of her life - ten years too many … For a goddess, a decade meant nothing; just a blip on the radar of divinity. But that didn’t mean she was willing to give them more than the quota she’d been forced to meet all those years ago. That smacked too much of surrender to her, and surrender was the one thing she absolutely refused to do.

Ever.

They would have to kill her first - kill her then dismantle her body and send perfectly gift wrapped boxes of her dismembered parts to various countries, because once she was back on her feet again, she’d come at them with everything she had - 

- and she had a lot.

For centuries, Morrigu had listened to tales of her fearsome exploits, a darkly amused smile gracing her sharp, strangely hawkish features. Not quite feminine but arresting enough to catch the eye. It wasn’t that she possessed a nefarious nature, one that couldn’t help but wish ill will on all and sundry. Others might describe her as an evil, terrible presence - likened to a daemon of immense power who could easily overtake you at the drop of a hat - but that was far from the truth. Her role in the universe had been significant and impactful, her association with fate allowing her to foretell doom and death in battle. It had been so significant, in fact, that she’d had no choice but to induce the existences of two others, practically willing them into existence - which was why a few believed the Morrigan to be a trio of sisters comparable to the Moirai of Greece rather than a single individual - in order to assist her in her work.

So what was this powerful, all-important goddess doing at this present moment?

Currently raising hell in the underground fight scene, of course.

“What is wrong with you,” she snarled up at the hulking mass of bleeding, bruised muscle, ignoring the looks of shock and anticipation that abounded at her exclamation. As the alleged favorite to win this thing, she was severely disappointed. If he was the fan-favorite, then what did that say about his opponent?

Meatacháns, the whole lot of them!

“Are your fists just for show?” She flashed a contemptuous look at that, drawing closer to the ring despite the way some foolish males attempted to steer her elsewhere in some misguided pursuit of chivalry. “Should I divest you of them then? Since you clearly have no need of them, given that pathetic excuse for a performance you just now so shamelessly demonstrated.” Too pathetic for words, and yet she was positively itching to show him the difference between effort and natural talent.

Could she have done it better?

Without a doubt.

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greek mythology/myth picspam series » the morrigan

“Over hills and over meadows, see the crow fly, feel her shadow. Over woods and over mountains, searching for a war. Her wings embrace each strife and battle, where swords they clash and chariots rattle; seeking out the one whose time has come to take the blade. Kill for Morrigan, maim for Morrigan, fight for Morrigan. Morrigan ancient crone of war, I hear your voice, I’ll breathe no more. Morrigan ancient crone of war, come set my spirit free.“

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i. you have never seen a girl like this, with crow-like wings where her arms should be and blue black feathers with knife edges. you think even her lips would be sharp to the touch.        (you admit that never before have you craved pain,                        but for this girl you would change) ii. you don’t approach her. there is war where her feet tread, a battleground spreads like disease as she continues to dance on grass once green.               (you think that if she spoke or sang, her                                                                    voice would be a wolf’s howl) iii. you’ve been warned of void girls before but when she meets your eyes, a grin made for fighting and teeth bared for biting, you forget everything but the thought of her lips on yours.            (you like how darkness feels against your skin,               all satin and silk, those sharp lips at your throat) iv. your first mistake was watching. your second was wanting. your third is a tentative smile as her cold hands find yours, pale flesh where feathers once stood.                   (but if you’re honest,                              you wouldn’t have it any other way)

the morrigan // l.s.  (via fyeahmyths)

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THE MORRIGAN is a goddess of battle, strife, and fertility. Her name translates as either “Great Queen” or “Phantom Queen,” and both epithets are entirely appropriate for her. The Morrigan appears as both a single goddess and a trio of goddesses. The other deities who form the trio are Badb, Macha & Nemain.