#offerings for the Morrigan

[witchw0lvesnwist]

Blessed be all 💛🐦‍⬛

The morrigan sends her love 🥀

[elfcollector]

— Which is very little, I am certain. Let us move on.

[the-mortuary-witch]

The Morrigan’s aesthetic

[druidflowers666]

Lady Hekate

Goddess Of Witchcraft, Ghost, Crossroads, Magic

E offering

[thespectralcottage]

Offerings I’ve given my Deity

[l3irdl3rain]

The shelter emailed me to let me know they’ve accepted my application and are very excited to set up a time to have me come pick her up! they said they’ll call me when they have the chance, either today or tmrw.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

This. This. This entire conversation with Morrigan actually makes me want to sob. She and my Tabris always becomes close friends over the course of DAO; that, paired with the fact that my Tabris always romances Alistair, makes everything about this hurt so much more when you take DAO's ending into account.

Her confusion over why my Tabris didn't send her away. Why she didn't abandon her after they learned of Flemeth's plans. Why Tabris went out of her way to slay Flemeth and bring her the true grimoire. She asks Tabris why, and is baffled when the answer is, "I did it because I'm your friend," as if it's that simple.

The way Morrigan looks at the warden, the way her voice cracks when she says, "I want you to know that while I may not always prove... worthy... of your friendship, I will always value it."

She knows how this will end; Flemeth sent her with the wardens with the end goal of stopping the blight and obtaining the old god soul through the dark ritual. Morrigan knows that Alistair and Tabris are the only Grey Wardens here, and assuming they don't find more, one of them will have to die defeating the archdemon unless they agree to do the dark ritual.

With that context, her asking Alistair, "And what if a Grey Warden has forced to choose between the Warden he loved and ending the Blight? What should his choice be?" suddenly has so much subtext weaved through the words that I'm gonna start foaming at the mouth. She's practically telling Alistair that a warden has to die. She's scrutinizing his reaction to find any hint that suggests he would agree to the dark ritual in order to save himself and the woman he loves. And when he doesn't choose, she has her answer.

Morrigan made comments to Tabris about him, almost hopeful that their relationship was just a physical thing between them and not actually riddled with feelings... and then gives disapproval when Tabris says she loves him.

She doesn't want the warden to die; hell, she doesn't want Alistair to die, either; whether because she does actually care about him or because she knows it'll break her friend's heart if she loses him, or both!

Things would be so much easier if the only two Grey Wardens left to defeat the blight didn't fall in love, wouldn't they, Morrigan?

She knows that in the end, no matter the outcome, she will lose the woman she called sister and it's devastating.

Morrigan, who has never known true friendship. Who grew up isolated in the woods with an abusive mother and terrible implications for her future. Who discovered said mother planned to take over her body just as she did with her other daughters. Who doesn't understand kindness as it was rarely given to her without a catch. Who isolates herself from the others in camp. Who finally has a companion she cares about... and in the end, if her plan works and the dark ritual is completed, she'll end up pregnant and alone and wearing Tabris' resentment like a tender wound on her heart.

Or Tabris will reject the ritual, and will die to the archdemon.

Or her lover will.

I just- the dynamic between the warden, romanced Alistair, and Morrigan is so good and painful and rich that I'm gnawing on furniture as we speak.

[asthecrowfliesoverhead]

A Mini Playlist for the Morrigan

The Vibes: 🗡️🥀🐦‍⬛✨

King: Florence + the Machine

Tongues and Teeth: The Crane Wives

Take Me to Church: Hozier

Rhiannon: Fleetwood Mac

White Flag: Bishop Briggs

Glory and Gore: Lorde

Enjoy!

[dancingaroundforthegods]

Oh the Morrigan

I Sharpen my sword

I will win for you

Death goddess

The crows and ravens watch over me, I know there from you

My words sharper then a knife

My confidence is a weapon

My mind

I'm a weapon

Oh morrgian

[xplding]

so I have made new altars for my new matrons and patron, The Morrigan and Loki. I read somewhere that some people will have morning coffee with them so I asked if they would be interested.

So here is their individual orders, as asked by yours truly.

Babd - plain black coffee

Macha - latte

Némain - shot of espresso

Loki - an iced mocha (my personal morning drink)

BONUS:

Athena - requested tea, said she is not picky (I will be serving her hibiscus, will report back with my findings)

Dionysus - requested wine. Denied my offering of plum wine on the grounds that he does not like plums.

Nyx, my brother's matron - a shot of espresso

[boypupp]

The Morrigan 𓅨

[fernthewhimsical]

Crow Spiritcord

The bond between me and the Spirit of Crow is something that has been in my life for a long time. Through my early love for the trickstery birds and my connection with Baduhenna (a Dutch deity connected to Badbh, and thus to the Morrigan), Crow has become a very loved part of my daily life. I seek them out when I am outside, and answer their calls when they are playing and chasing each other in front of our windows. So, I found it time to acknowledge Crow as well as our connection in a more powerful and "official" way.

I found inspiration online in "spell cords", beautiful and thick braided cords heavily embellished with charms, cards, amulets, beads, and everything else that would help with the spell. Corvids being little thieves who enjoy shiny things, this looked like a perfect way to honour them. I braided together wide ribbon of grey and black, together with black lace. Then I added charms, extra cards from the Crow's Magic Tarot, fabric strips, some printables I had, and some lovely feathers.

On the new moon I gifted the cord to Crow, and left offerings for Them. There was a rush of power as I touched the cord afterwards, so I believe the offering has been well received. Crow now has a place on the wall next my working altar, and is honoured every night during my daily prayers. My hope is to deepen the connection and hopefully call on Crow as a teacher during my explorations in traditional witchcraft

[saryoak]

Offerings to The Morrigan

Who is The Morrigan?

The Morrigain is the goddess of death and war, and made up of three sisters (Badb and Macha and Nemain) she is also the goddess of destiny and battle. The three sisters can also act independently. The Morrigan appears as a raven before great battles, waiting to carry away the carrion and bones of the dead. She is also a goddess of feminine power, shadows, wisdom and the darkness of death. 

Offerings to The Morrigan

- Cloves - Red wine - Red meat  - Red and black candles  - Crow/raven/black feathers - Sage  - Black peppercorn - Weeping willow branches, leaves, or willow woven crafts - Storm water 

[druidflowers666]

Devotional Acts For Hekate

Walking dogs/ Donating to animal shelters

Talking a walk

Grounding yourself under the moon

Bone casting

Meditation

Shadow Work

Make Moon Water

[blackjackkent]

your favorites poll made me have to choose between Karlach and Morrigan (who just barely eked out; mostly bc I've loved her significantly longer) but while I was struggling my brain was just like. what if they kissed and dated maybe. so thank you for introducing me to this new concept in a roundabout way, I will either have to carry this ship upon my shoulders or make some ocs about it<3

Heeeee. :D Highly entertained by this message, thank you for telling me about this.

My immediate instinct is to try and write something about this for you since you brightened my day by sending me the message and I want to be the hero you need and deserve (and also bc it's been ages since I tried to write Morrigan's voice :D ). Tragically, I am not very good at writing crossovers but I did my best. 😭

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"Stand back," the strange dark-haired woman says warily, peering up at Karlach, brandishing a quarterstaff in one hand. "If you are no rage demon, you had better speak quickly, before I act as I must."

Karlach blinks rapidly. "Whoa, whoa, whoa now," she says - her tone's as good-natured as always, but shot through with a line of equally wary tension. "Rage I know all about, but I don't take kindly to anyone calling me a demon."

The stranger relaxes. "Ah. One theory disposed of then. 'Tis a pity, for it would have been the simplest." She raises one eyebrow slowly, examining Karlach from head to foot. "I meant no offense," she adds grudgingly. "I am unaccustomed to being greeted in my travels by flaming women with greataxes."

"Yeah, well, I'm unaccustomed to people popping no-warning out of mirrors in dingy basements I'm trying to loot," Karlach says with the flash of a grin as the moment eases. She doesn't lower her axe but her grip on it loosens. "So I guess we're both having kind of a weird day. You wanna tell me who you are?"

A slight pause. "I am Morrigan," the woman says slowly.

Karlach cocks her head. "Just Morrigan?"

"'Tis a good enough name, is it not?" Morrigan answers acerbically. "Will you return the gesture or no?"

"Karlach Cliffgate," Karlach says promptly. "Two names for the price of one." Slowly she lets the axe drop to hang loosely in one hand at her side. "What's with the mirror, then?"

Morrigan examines her thoughtfully for a moment; it's hard to tell if she is still wary or merely skeptical that Karlach will understand. Then she shrugs. "It is an eluvian," she says, pronouncing the strange word with a graceful sort of elegance that gives Karlach a strange shiver up her back. "A node in a great network that crosses many miles and many worlds."

"Huh." Karlach purses her lips out thoughtfully. "So you're... just in from another plane, then? The Astral or something?"

To her surprise, Morrigan seems puzzled. "I do not know of the planes of which you speak. The land I have traveled from is known as Thedas - but it is clear enough at a glance that I am not there now."

"You're in Faerun," Karlach says. "Never heard of any Thedas, although I'll be the first to tell you I didn't pay a lick of attention in school. Were you trying to go somewhere particular? Or do you just like to pop out randomly like a rabbit out of a hat?"

Morrigan ignores the jocular tone; her dark eyebrows knit together pensively. "Where I am bound is no concern of yours, whoever you might be," she says tightly. "This Faerun... my arrival here was unexpected. A tremor in the Fade, no doubt... some irregularity. 'Tis no matter. I will depart again."

Without so much as a goodbye, she turns on her heel and presses her palm against the mirror behind her...

...and then just stands there, unmoving.

Karlach raises her eyebrows. "Is... something supposed to be happening?"

"Peace," Morrigan mutters. "Something is wrong. I cannot..." She trails off, and in the quarter-profile of her face that Karlach can see, there's an abrupt and quickly-masked flash of fear. "The path is blocked."

Karlach's expression softens. This is the weirdest thing that's happened to her all week - which is saying something, under the circumstances - but she's picked up the general gist: this woman just got tossed out of her home plane and can't get back. And Karlach, unfortunately, understands all too well about being trapped like that.

"Uh... look, I don't know much about this sort of thing, but I'm traveling with a wizard who's smart as a whip. Bet he could help you out," she offers cautiously with a faint smile. "If, y'know, you're the accepting help sort of person."

For a long time Morrigan says nothing at all. Then her hand slides slowly down from the mirror's surface, clenches into a fist, then releases. "I have not always been," she says slowly. "But it was not the least of the things I have learned in my travels. I will accept your help."

"Great!" Karlach says brightly, hoisting her axe back over her shoulder. "C'mon, then, let's get out of this basement; place is giving me the creeps."

[cowboybrunch]

Saaaav <3 I do not know if this is considered an STS question I just have a mighty need for more Az lore. Like what did he do to get stuck with babysitting duty? Did he want the job bc he still has a burning need to be a father, or was that an unexpected perk of a punishment assignment?

jamie hi!! <3

oooh you have no idea what you just unlocked >:) to get into Az's motivations, we need to bust open some Mortae lore. because this guy is old. like, old old. like, the second Mortae that was ever created old.

Morrigan is referred to as the First (Mortae) but that's not really true because she's not technically a Mortae, she's Death. so who was the first? Uriel! (we learn more about the mess that was his death + resurrection in act 3 but yea, he's been around for a while which is why he's Morrigan's right-hand man)

Az was resurrected shortly after, and for a long time, he was hopping around with Uriel. they were new, they were testing the limits of their immortality and what Morrigan would let them get away with, they were the only two of their kind. in the early years, they had little purpose besides finding souls to slurp on and not upsetting Death (which was pretty easy because at this point, nobody was opposing her)

he wasn't exaggerating in Judas Wept when he introduced himself to Theodore as "a friend of [his] mother." he and Uriel are probably the closest thing that Morrigan has to friends. even tho Az isn't directly working for her anymore, he's been loyal for long enough that he remains one of her most trusted allies.

SO. back to the actual question you asked lol. when Theo was being held captive at the end of Judas Wept, Az spent weeks with Morrigan convincing her to let him give it a shot, let him look after her son, he'll set the boy right, etc. he absolutely wanted the job. and yeah part of it was because he wants to be a father, but he also saw that Theodore was suffering and knew that he was maybe the only person that could remove him from the situation and offer him something better.

because unlike Uriel, Az still holds on to some of his humanity (see: the painting of his wife which was created with materials that only existed long after her death. see: the preoccupation with rituals like having dinner together every night)

Az doesn't remember his real name. he doesn't even remember what he looked like when he was alive. but he does remember how to care for others, which is arguably the most human trait of all

and he's successful enough at keeping Theo in one spot and out of trouble (a herculean task) that he becomes a daycare for errant Mortae that don't respond to violent punishment (hi Marcella)

the caveat is that he's still bound to obey Morrigan (and somehow get her wet rat of a son to obey her, too) so he's forced into some decisions that make Theodore vewy angwy

thank u for letting me ramble about this man!!! i hope u have the best day <3