unseelie queen.

" when you hear the well call your name into the night , do not look down into the pit . look into my eyes and you will know: i am that very abyss. " morrigan . queen of ashes . mother of crows . harbinger of death . the usurper . the destroyer .

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heavensreigns​.

THERE  WAS  NO  NEED  TO  PLAY  PRETEND  ,  this  was  nothing more  than  a  transaction  ,  a  simple  business deal  ,  even  if  nothing was  so  simple  when  there  were  supernatural beings  involved  .  julian  did  not  need  her  to  act  like  there  was  a  decent heart  slumbering  in  that  rib  cage  .  he  could  see  her  for  what  she  was  ,  he  just  knew  that  the  two  of  them  weren’t all  that  different  .  not  anymore  .  his  mother had  seen  to  that  .  “  thank  you  ,  your  highness  .  ”  the  darklighter breathed  ,  voice  lacking  even  the  slightest trace  of  emotion as  he  took  a  seat  ,  watching her  with  those  hazel  eyes  .  “  of course  i  can  .  you  were  not  exactly  subtle about  your  plans  either  .  ”  unless  she  wanted  her  secret  to  be  exposed ,  but  why  would  she  risk  that  ?  did  she  think  it  would  draw  all  of  the  attention to  her  , making  it  easier for  her  spies  to  do  her  dirty  work  ?  julian  listened closely  ,  a  small  scoff  falling  from  his  lips  .  “  i  don’t  want  to  rot  here  .  i  have  a  life  outside  of  this  realm  .  a  family  that  needs  me  .  i  don’t  care  about  a  political war  with  the  clave  ,  or  the  accords  .  i  want  you  to  end  this  so  we  can  go  home  .  ”  and  he  was  not  going  to  lie  about  that  .  “  so  tell  me  .  if  i  get  nocturna  for  you  …  what  do  you  plan  to  use  it  for  ?  ”

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AN ACKNOWLEDGING NOD   thanks the darklighter for his candor ,      and his tactful approach ;     morrigan was still a fae,   it seems -----   though she adamantly refutes the gleeful colors and glitter of her kin ,  she remains a creature bond by rituals and words .        “     rumors of my climb to the throne have been traveling in whispers for over millennia ,   that could hardly be prevented ...     but it does not mean it cannot work in my favor.    i were avid chess players ,   did you know ?      during my youth ,    it taught me about strategy ,    patience ...    and i had to realize through my own mistakes that in efforts to take down the king ,    we often underestimate the importance of a well placed pawn .    a single pawn sometimes is all you need to change the whole game .    ”     foreboding drips down her tongue ,     ministered truths ;   speculation always in her favor .     

“    i thought this might be your    request ...    but i hate to assume .     ”     not that there was any need for assumptions ,  when many of her kin still rattled behind iron cages in the wake of her footsteps ;    this was a wide ,    beautiful cage  ,    full of intricate foliage and new mysteries to uncover ---    but a cage does not need to be rusted iron or forged steel in order to be a cage .    it must simply bind you  ,      trap you within the illusory safety of its confinements .        “    i have no intention to keep you in this place ,   julian    ---- or    everyone else ,   for that matter .       you don’t need to trust the   kindness    in my bones to believe that .    only that i want you all out of this place as much    as you wish to leave .    ”       a gaunt hand outstretches ,    bony fingers knotted at its joints like dry twigs ,   waiting .     “     once she is back at my grip ...     i will claim what has always belonged to me ;    and the trace of those who stood in my way will be wiped from existence ,      and every hand that has helped me climb will be rightfully rewarded .    you have my word .    ”

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ublivion​.

His head had been swimming since he passed through to the Seelie court. Ram wasn’t sure what the effect was but he blamed it on the fresh vessel. Still getting used to the new skin, the intense magic that coursed through the realm was probably just another side effect. He sat at a bar in the village, hand slowly spinning the cup of whisky in front of him. Ram plucks the drink up and leans over to the person next to him. “Now is it the fae who do shit to food and drinks or am I thinking of some other winged prick?” @dihstarters​

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patience wears thin ;     malice morphs into something    perilous    under veiled skies that fade on the back of her weary head .    “    why don’t you try it   &     find out ?     ”  an open invitation for trouble unfolds gracefully before him  .     “   it’s   only fae magic ,        i’m sure it couldn’t possibly do you any harm ...    "       she cruelly toys with his dangling ego ,      wholly aware of the fallen’s limitations given his current state of helplessness in her niece’s playground .

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once you cross over,   there are things in the darkness that can keep your heart from feeling the light again.

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"    marie  ...     i see fate has been unkind,  as usual.   ”     a gravely voice calls from the inky blackness between the trees ,    wisps morphing into hair ,  skin bathed in moon glow ;    she carries herself with poise and effortless grace ,    never rising above a whisper .    “     'tis a shame even you weren’t spared from this mind numbing chaos ...     i suppose my bloodline always did have a flair for the dramatics .     how are you coping?      ”    ( @hypnctics​ )

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heavensreigns​.

JUST  A  FEW  HOURS  AGO  ,  the  darklighter’s  response would  have  been  a  simple  no  ,  but  it  seemed  like  time  was  working  in  the  original unseelie’s  favor  .  after  the  visit  he  paid  to  cirilla  ,  he  was  more  and  more  convinced that  the  actions of  a  stubborn child  would  endanger them  in  ways  that  were  worse  than  morrigan’s actions  could  ever  be  .  “  i  have  .  ”  he answered  as  he  approached  her  ,  hazel  eyes  studying her  crow  like  features  .  “  and  i  am  willing to  listen  .  to  discuss details  about  everything this  deal  involves .  ”

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SERENITY BEFALLS HER ,    easing him into the eeriness of their surroundings .    a plain smile invites him nearer as she extends a directing hand  ;       the floor  rattles  and  cracks   under her guidance  ,    and from the jagged stones sprouts an empty seat .     “       good,   please...   take a seat .      ”      that hand just as quickly retracts ,    settling upon her lap .       “      as you know ,    nocturna    is hidden from my eye .   try as i might ,  she will not respond to my calling ...    and i think you can imagine my presence lingering near the castle might not be...    well received by the seelie court.    ”       in a gap of silence ,   she reflects on casualties of the past  ;    inexperience  &   hubris ultimately leading to her demise .    “    trying to dismantle this circus my niece has set in motion without her could be quite...   catastrophic .   i cannot afford the eagerness i once did ...    whatever they choose to believe ,   i have no desire to harm this realm more than it’s already been harmed .    that’s ...    why i ask for your help .  you have the advantage of being an outsider to this realm ...    the veil can’t hide her from you .    ”     sighs echo down her throat  ,      like clashing breaths rumbling off a well .      “    but i haven’t been naive for some time .    i know every aiding hand comes with a price ...    so tell me ,   what is yours?      what is it that has brought you here?     ”    

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AMIDST A FIELD OF RUINS ,      where soldiers have fallen and all life has fled  ,    leaving behind only cawing murders and mist ,  high above steps of cracked stone where vines and plantation grow untamed ;    you will find her :   the shadowed ,    hunched figure of a woman sitting eerily still in her throne  .    she does not move ,,    albeit acutely aware of her visitor’s presence ,       more figment than flesh   ,     she merely turns her crownless head  ,    staring through a burning   gleam   of malice in sockets where eyes should be .   “     speak then .    have you thought of my proposition?    ”

( @heavensreigns​​ )

[sakura-haruka]

Still it was a great honor.

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"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."

( MEGAN FOX, 5000+, SHE/HER ) We opened the gates to the seelie court for MORRIGAN and we are curious to see how the ( ORIGINAL ) UNSEELIE QUEEN, that is often described as the opulent, will contribute to the new era ━ Will they stand with the Clave, or against them? We will find our answers in due time and until then, we hope that they can keep their little secret from getting exposed. It could be dangerous if everyone knew what we know…

For as long as there has been light, there has been darkness, but the realms were once one and the same. The story begins innocently enough, as the tale between two sisters. Both beautiful and talented, none of them good nor evil, but both striving to achieve different goals. One of them succeeds, the other doesn’t. One of them flourishes, the other grows angry and bitter, and greed eats away at her heart, until she can no longer recognize her sister as anything but a foe.

One day, she strikes, and she loses. And she, and and her followers are cast into a realm of shadows ;   denied by nature for upsetting the balance with their hunger for power, they are stripped of the very gifts that rooted them into the earth ,  of their purpose ,  of what made them  seelie ;  and with the passing of years they become corrupted and reject the sun .  Together , they form the Unseelie Court,  the ever moving realm ,   an abyss where no life prospers ,   and darkness reigns  .    led by   SHE:    the usurper .   the destroyer .     the queen of ashes .  the mother of crows :   MORRIGAN . 

Most faeries are natural tricksters, and remain content with common mischief and ill deeds of lesser sorts. However, every once in awhile, a wisp of something wicked takes shape . Smoke morphs into ambition and ambition becomes flesh, giving origin to something twisted and hungry, capable of unspeakable things. The Unseelie are malevolent by their very nature, but she’s the worst of them all; and with a realm of her own, Morrigan is free to play by her own rules. She hides behind a veil of beauty and chaos, and is known to be especially vicious to humans . It is also common to see a murder of crows following close behind her, or watching over her foes .

With full knowledge that prying eyes watch her every move up close, Morrigan’s cunning ways help her maintain a facade of a neutral ruler .  Cautious and wary always so that certain "mishaps" in the Seelie realm are never too closely associated with her, she commands an army of minions who have sworn undying loyalty to her, and makes use of a middleman whenever possible,  be it by free will or not.

Morrigan seems particularly interested in studying the realm of the dead, but one is led to wonder whether her discoveries and progress in this particular field will be used for a good cause or something less than ideal. Is she keeping something up her sleeve? Most don’t dare to ask, and most likely wouldn’t get a straight answer if they did. Those who do ask too many questions tend to... disappear.

Despite her sense of superiority when it comes to other creatures, not excluding fairies though she does seem to praise her kind the most; Morrigan has been rumored to work with witches in the past to achieve her goals--- nothing that could ever be proved, of course. Her loyalties are often questionable at best. 

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heavensreigns​.

THE  DARKLIGHTER QUIRKED  AN  EYEBROW  when  the  stranger  pointed a  finger  at  him  ,  telling  him  not  to  make  himself at  home  .  “  with  all  due  respect …  ”  he started  ,  though he  interrupted  himself when  he  heard  her  little  threat  .  “  if  that  was  supposed to  scare  me  ,  it  didn’t  work  .  ”  it was  a  funny  thing  about  death  .  it  left  its  mark  ,  but  not  in  ways  that  made  him  fear  it  ,  and  julian  did  not  fear  torture  either .  he  endured enough  of  it  when  a  stupid  mistake sent  him  to  hell  .  he  could  withstand  it  now  .  “  if  you  don’t  want  any  prying eyes  on  you  ,  you  might  want  to  pick  a  better bathing  spot  next  time  .  trust  me  ,  this  wasn’t  intentional  .  ”  he  had  better  things on  his  mind  .

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AN ECHO OF VOICES     speaks  ,    stripped of shame or bashfulness  ,     soft   &    rasp  ,     cold    &    stern  ;      her hand hangs low  ,      as it does     &     black hair trickle down pale shoulder like wisps of darkness ,    slowly ,    and all at once consuming the image of her .    “     i am not baba yaga to parada around these woods frightening young children ...    if i wanted you scared   ------    you would be .     “     it rings true  ,     sharp as metal  ,     and the mouth of the abyss opens wide to spit her back  ,     bare footed  ,  crunching dead leafs   &    twigs in her wake  ,   engulfed in blackness of starless skies  .      she lifts her eyes of pale ,   dead amethysts .      “     and yet it is   all the same ,      isn’t it ?      weather i bathe here or in my golden tower  ,      you remain a little mouse scurrying about somewhere he doesn’t belong .      how absolutely frustrating it must be ...     this helplessness when your friends need you the most .    ”

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POURING MILK     cascades down her pale  ,      arched back in a stream of overflowing white  ;      by each side  ,     maidens doused in golden toss petals of red and blue that float aimlessly around her gaunt silhouette .     she rises a bony finger ,   unnaturally long and jagged at the end   -    the same that barely moments ago played with torn roses now points at you with an accusatory tone .    “      please do try   &    not make yourself too much at home .    ”     her voice   rings    in the night like shattering crystal    &    the cawing of a murder   ,        though it is low  ,     and strangely soothing .   “      they have this terrible habit of   eating    prying eyes ,      you see ...     ”    (  @dihstarters​   )

[queenrojpag]

for @serenity-the-firefly

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ofcaedes​.

@tenebrcrum​   ❝ 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧 ❞

 following a delightful little speech given lips curled upright into a grin threatening to expose teeth and laughter in the process.  oh ,  how he gained amusement from the multiple feelings pulsing around the room as if they were beacons calling to him.   “  I suspect you may be one of the few not currently quaking with fear.  ”  as for himself , perhaps it were best to continue to stand on the sidelines to see how it all progressed    —  for now.  “  forgive me ,  where are my manners ?  ”   reaching out for one of the delicately cold hands placed on both sides of the temptress ,  “  hauntingly beautiful , as always.  ”  kneeling ever so slightly while placing a kiss at the top of her hand  —   an action indicating the upmost respect.

FUELED BY THE MAYHEM OF FESTIVITIES ,      a familiar companion comes slithering tall  ,     past the crowd  ,     like a looming shadow  ,      feasting on despair  .   “    i have never   trembled    in my life ...       not before a sword  ,    and certainly not before such a dull  ,     uninspired speech .    ”    such a   boorish   way to make a fuss  ,   she grouches with a heavy note of disdain .     at least vala would’ve set the poor captives on fire   &    have them running around like headless chickens  ,     were she in charge of the speech .      “     though  ,    i will admit  ,     the idea of having my witches cast a spell that has everyone dancing and singing out their repressed feelings seems quite appetizing  ,   right about now ...    ”    and what a glorious chaos that would be !     she sneers  at her own antics .       “      always a pleasure ,   my darling .    ”        mellowing  at his decorum ,     the metal of her bones smooth down under the malleability of deathless lips  .     how  devastating   is the beauty of a   brewing storm  ;     those eyes as hollow as the inside of her sockets .     coal - black lips curve into a ferral simper  ,   heavy lashes effortless in their descent to ghastly cheeks .       “      you don’t look quite as parched as last time i’ve seen you waltzing down these halls ...         i take you’ve been   well fed   tonight ?     ”

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mysticomplex​.

  She could imagine it was alluring, enticing, a deadly beauty no one would want to pass up, once. Now it just made her angry, events like this - places to visit - it should be a choice to come. It’s the underlining vibe in the room. Sure laughter filled your ears and smiles greeted your eyes but who other than the seelie queen was possibly enjoying herself.

  “I think…” She eyed the small event unfolding , some how some odd little part in Nel. The part that hated itself, thrived in the chaos. “You and I could be really good friends… My names El by the way.”

DARKNESS DRIPS OFF SUNKEN SHOULDERS, rage momentarily subdued ;   it rests between teeth that clash in    relish    of such bold proposition .    for a prolonged moment of cold calculation  ,   silence fills the space between them ,   stretching as further as she’ll allow it ,    opening a breach for ill thoughts to linger ,    before she closes it without forewarning  .   “     you wish to be    my friend?     ”    her voice is rasp  ,   and bemused ;    yet for all it should serve as a warning ,   there is an allure that invites you to step closer to the edge .   “    you should know ...     having a friend like me can be either extremely useful or detrimental ...   i suppose we shall see .    ”    with a gracious smile ,   the fae doesn’t deny any possibilities ,   but instead dangles them like bait on a hook .     “     it is good to meet you  ,    young   el .    though in benefit of our future friendship ,     i should be honest   &   tell you i have seen you before ...     i admit ...      you seem much taller from this angle .    or perhaps you have grown since i’ve last ...     kept an eye on her majesty’s affairs .    ”

[filmtribv]

Eva Green as Artemisia in 300: Rise of an Empire (2014) dir. Noam Murro

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ohblindinglights​.

THE WARLOCK ALMOST DID NOT REALIZE that she was referring to him when she cooed those words. sweet boy. it was the reason why his eyes did not flicker to her face until she placed a finger under his chin, making him look at her. his lips parted to speak, but there was no time to say anything before she mentioned something rather true. his heart was aching tonight, even if he would prefer not to discuss those things with a stranger. “i look sad?” his voice was dry and he scoffed at himself before he took a deep breath. just relax. maybe a normal conversation would work wonders on his mood. hesitating for a moment, he gave her the smallest of nods. “leopold wayne. and you are?” clearly dressed to outmatch the queen, in a darker, colder version.

“      wrathful ,   too ..     that ,    we can have fun with .    ”     recoiling once she’d fully captured his attention   ,      the queen brings a    silver    goblet adorned with ancient imagery to rest against full lips  ,      fleshy and sprinkled with specks of midnight black and gold ,     that slowly but surely reel upward .     “      that’s good ...    always found sadness such a base emotion ...   ”     

an eldritch claw    taps    against the rim ,     pondering as serpentine eyes     dissect    him .   the smile now  ,     fully formed   &   well nourished greets him with sharp teeth  .      “     i am   morrigan ,     ”    violating the rules of intimacy reserved for lovers and alike ,   she steps toward him ,    steady and up close  ,      features sly like a fox .   “      say ...     how    quick   are you at striking ?    “      she playfully propositions .     “     if you’d rather let this anger out outside rather than moping hopelessly ...      i’m more than happy to offer you a very   challenging    moving target .      ”

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mysticomplex​.

 She had to tear her judgmental eyes from the oddly happy people. Was she in her own little world so much that she hadn’t realized she wandered near, her. The unseelie queen of all people, sure she should just give an quick response and walk away but her body in-awkwardly let out a laugh, curt but there. “Huh,” She nodded slowly a smile glazing over her lips. At least someone was on the same line currently.

   “I’m far from a fan of being here I promise that. Though I imagine you’re probably hating it on an all new level.” Elenora relaxed enough to laugh a bit more, the drink she kept pouring more alcohol into helping. The warlock gave little to no mind on shame, not when her whole being is still bothered by past events.

   DEVOID OF LIGHT  ,    you can feel the hollowness of her eyes burrowing itself into your skull even as gold bleeds over them ;   and her crown feels heavy  ,      as though it weights more than her whole entire body ,    and every   motion    exhausts her .      she exudes a strange calm ,     the kind of calm that comes before a storm .    the kind of calm that says:      ‘  i am here .    i am in control .  ‘     without speaking .       

   “    i used to    love this court ,   once .    ”     fingers  bend  &   pop   at the joints   ,    tightening    its mighty grip on the arm of her throne .   a   FOUL   scent of rot invades the air  ,     an apple turns into   brown mush    just before a boy can sink its teeth into it and drops to the dirt .    “    it was a place where my kin could roam free...   not    enslave others  and dress them up like   dolls ...        that is not how things were    supposed    to be ...     ”

[tenebrcrum-a]

MORRIGAN,  THE DESTROYER    was a title the fae earned long before her infamous betrayal went down in history .  

Unlike her sister ,  who did not relish in bloodshed ,   Morrigan always held an affinity for battle and war ,    and would pride herself in being able to fight as hard and harder than the royal guard ;   during her late teens into early adulthood,  when the crown fell upon her sister’s head as opposed to her own ,   Morrigan demanded to march into battle ,  not behind nor alongside her soldiers ,   but at the front line ;      where their foes could   witness    the magnitude of her   rage ,   hear the thunderous    clash    of her sword  ,      and see how just how jagged her teeth could be  ,     knowing those would soon tear into them ,    and feast    on the grievances and despair of their still beating hearts as their mangled throats plead for mercy with their last breath .    She was   a terror ,   bestial thing  in the field ,    a product of song and legend  ,      and was known for her ruthlessness and cruelty and unquenchable thirst for victory .    Morrigan was both admired and feared by her peers  ,   and few dared to challenge her ;    those who did ,   did not survive to tell the tale .   That was until her last great battle - against her very own flesh and blood .    That day,  Morrigan yielded the very same weapon she had throughout all her life:

THE SWORD OF EVERLASTING NIGHT .

This powerful sword was known to harbor the strength of a thousand armies ;    harnessing the essence every fallen enemy who’d ever died by its blade ,   infused with fae magic and the essence of night ,     embedded with her very blood  -  they said the sword as as much a part of Morrigan as a limb ,    and was rumored to have been a gift of war himself .    The sword would respond to her   calling   like a child  ,    as if it had a life of its own ,      and they’d seldom be seen apart .    

When Morrigan lost her first and last battle against her sister and was condemned to exile ,   the sword was never seen again .   The Seelie Queen was said to have destroyed it ,   deeming it too dangerous to exist in this realm where Morrigan could still reach it  ,     and in hopes that by doing so  ,  this madness would end with her sister ,  and no other would ever fall prey to the allure of the darkness .