#queen clíodhna

[noctilionoidea]

Been drawing Clíodhna more lately to try and refine my design for her.

I love adding little lines everywhere. And using multiple markers for one spot of colour. It makes running out of ink less stressful lol. anyways I decided I’d give her my mole. I just for the fun of it. It’s on the other side than mine though lol

The squiggles are so fun wthhhhhh. Started doing them during lectures since they didn’t distract me and created interesting forms. The greatest thing about art school is being encouraged to doodle during lectures lmao.

[zal-cryptid]

Besides krampus & Santa & Mrs Claus what other deities you mention that are part of the other folk lore

Uh... all of them, I guess. Kramps, Gramps, and the Missus aren't gods, tho.

Other mythical figures in the otherfolk lore include the Erlking, Herne the Hunter, Hellekin, Baba Yaga, the Nuckelavee, Aisha Qandisha, the Bogeyman, the Cyhyraeth, Clíodhna, Polyphemus, the Goblin King, Jólaköttur, Grýla, the King of the Cats, the King of the Leprechauns, Ao Guang, Princess Iron Fan, the Blue Fairy, the Fairy Godmother, the Faerie Queen, the list goes on

[riordanverserpdatabase]

Camps for Celtic Demigods

Irish and Scottish Demigods @camptara

Welsh Demigods @camp-camelot

Deities

The Morrígan, goddess of Death, War, and Fate @three-crows-and-a-crone

Caer Ibormeith, Goddess of Sleep and Dreams @the-swans-precious-dream

The Dagda, God of Life, Seasons, Druidery and Magic @the-king-of-gods

The Cailleach, Goddess of Winter @the-hag-queen-of-winter

Lugh, God of Light, the Sun, Oaths, and Justice @long-armed-lugh

Clíodhna, Goddess of Love and Beauty @the-queen-of-love-and-phantoms

Brigid, Goddess of Spring, Poetry, Healing, and Blacksmithing @the-exhalted-spring

Oghma, God of Eloquence, Speech, Language and Learning @oghma-of-eloquence

(if we have gotten anything wrong, please let us know! We would be happy to fix it for you!)

Demigods

Aidan O'Neil, Son of Lugh @lughs-lightheaded-son

Alan, Son of The Cailleach @howl-at-the-winter-moon

Calista, Child of Clíodhna @sprite-drinking-calista

Cillian, Son of The Morrigan @the-mourning-moon-sheds-no-tears

Dandelion, Child of the Dagada @wishing-0n-dandelions

Eirian, Son of Lugh @gold-runs-through-me

Eithne, Child of the Moorigan @eithnetheraven

Eva Mae (Mace), Daughter of Brigid @evamae-brigidisntfrigid

Róisín, child of Caer Ibormeith @gardnros

Ronan Callahan, Child of Ogham @ronan-child-of-ogham

Taran Keir, Daughter of The Cailleach @daughter-of-the-cailleach

Maeve, Child of an unknown god @aspiritedchild

Other Beings

Camp Mascot, Bartholomew @bartholomew-the-toad

Merlin, Camp Camelot Activities Director @camps-worst-mentor

Ren Doe, Instructor at Camp Camelot @garlic-doe-balls

[wheelchair-wizard]

Irish Mythology

VOL 8. Cliodhna. Queen of the Banshees.

Clíodhna: Queen of the Banshees

In the verdant hills of South Munster, where the veil between our world and the Otherworld is gossamer-thin, Clíodhna reigned supreme. Her ethereal beauty was whispered across the emerald landscapes, and her name echoed in the rustling leaves of ancient oaks. But Clíodhna was no ordinary banshee; she was a goddess entwined with both sorrow and desire.

The Three Birds of Clíodhna:

Three birds accompanied Clíodhna—a trio of feathered emissaries whose plumage shimmered like rainbows. Their melodious songs held the power to heal, and their wings bore them across the realms. These avian companions feasted on apples from an otherworldly tree, their beaks stained crimson by the fruit’s magic. When they sang, the air itself danced to their tune, and mortals who heard their harmonies were blessed or cursed, depending on fate’s whims.

The Forbidden Love:

Clíodhna’s heart, though steeped in mystery, was not immune to love. Her gaze fell upon Ciabhán, a mortal man of courage and grace. Ciabhán’s eyes mirrored the sea, and his laughter echoed through the cliffs. When he hunted in the forests, Clíodhna would wait for him by the shore, her silver hair catching moonbeams. Their clandestine meetings transcended the boundaries of existence—a banshee and a mortal, entangled in a love that defied the cosmic order.

Manannán Mac Lir’s Music:

One fateful evening, as Clíodhna lay on the rocky shore, lulled by the rhythmic waves, Manannán Mac Lir, the enigmatic Sea God, emerged from the depths. His harp strings sang of forgotten memories, of lost cities beneath the waves, and of love that spanned millennia. Clíodhna listened, her heartstrings resonating with each haunting note. Manannán’s melodies summoned a colossal wave—the very essence of Tonn Chlíodhna, “Clíodhna’s Wave.” It rose, a liquid titan, and swept her away.

The Diverging Legends:

Legends diverge at this juncture. Some say Clíodhna drowned, her form merging with the ocean’s embrace. She became the guardian of shipwrecks, her mournful cries echoing through storms. Others insist that she transformed into a swan, her feathers iridescent, her song both melancholic and hopeful. As a swan, she glided upon the waves, her eyes reflecting the moon’s silver path.

Carrig-Cleena: The Palace Beneath the Sea:

Her palace, hidden within a pile of ancient rocks near Mallow, bore her name—Carrig-Cleena. Its walls shimmered like mother-of-pearl, and its halls resonated with the whispers of lost lovers. Clíodhna’s memory lingered in the salt-laden air, in the cries of seabirds, and in the hearts of those who dared to listen. The Blarney Stone, kissed by countless pilgrims seeking eloquence, was said to have formed from a fragment of Clíodhna’s magical rock.

And so, Clíodhna, Queen of the Banshees, dances between realms—a paradox of love and lamentation. Her story, like the sea, remains both mysterious and eternal, etched into the cliffs and carried by the tides.

Note: Clíodhna’s tale is a delicate thread woven into Ireland’s rich mythology, a reminder that love transcends even the boundaries of life and death.

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CAMP TARA CHARACTER MASTERPOST

Counselors:

Gods:

1. The Dagda - @the-king-of-gods

2. Lugh - @long-armed-lugh

3. The Morrígan- @three-crows-and-a-crone

4. Caer Ibormeith- @the-swans-precious-dream

5. Aengus - N/A

6. Brigid - @the-exalted-spring

7. Aíne - N/A

8. The Cailleach- @the-hag-queen-of-winter

9. Banbha - N/A

10. Mannanan mac lir- N/A

11. Dian Cecht - N/A

12. Goibniu - N/A

13. Oghma - @oghma-of-eloquence

14. Clíodhna- @the-queen-of-love-and-phantoms

The Wild Hunt leaders:

??? - N/A

Campers:

CABIN 1:

CABIN 2: @lughs-lightheaded-son

CABIN 3: @the-mourning-moon-sheds-no-tears

CABIN 4:

CABIN 5:

CABIN 6: @evamae-brigidisntfrigid

CABIN 7:

CABIN 8: @daughter-of-the-cailleach

CABIN 9:

CABIN 10:

CABIN 11:

CABIN 12:

CABIN 13: @ronan-child-of-ogham

CABIN 14: @calista-croia

CABIN 15:

CAMP TARA NPCS:

Note: NPCs are characters that are stated to exist at Camp Tara, but do not have blogs! You may create NPC Campers as you wish, just please inform Camp Tara's staff! So we can add them here.

STAFF:

Camp director: ???

Activities director: ???

Weapons Teacher: Scáthach

Beast master: Cú Chulainn

Camp Guidance Counselor: Oisín

Camp Annoyance: The Salmon of Wisdom

CAMPERS:

Cabin 1:

Cabin 2:

Cabin 3:

Cabin 4:

Cabin 5:

Cabin 6: Allie [Crown]

Cabin 7:

Cabin 8:

Cabin 9:

Cabin 10:

Cabin 11:

Cabin 12:

Cabin 13:

Cabin 14: Leona [Hawk]

Cabin 15: Arnie [Feather], Janine [Fang]

[lgbtmi]

for both: 4, 10, 11, 19 :)

i'm assuming this is the meta oc questions post you're asking for! so here you go :> if you meant one of the other like two ask meme things i've reblogged yesterday, lmk, i'll edit!

4. Why did you give them the name they have? What is the in-universe reason for their name?

Willow got her name from a Taylor Swift-song, simply because her concept was sex worker in Amsterdam's red light district, and I thought it'd be so funny if her name was Willow because "Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind", and she's bendy in any direction her clientele wanted her. Her middle name was recently added, because I watched Barbie (2023) too often, and her last name is Turing, because sometimes you have to hide queer history in character names. In universe, her mom liked Willow as a name, and her middle name came from her grandmother. Clíodhna was named for the queen of the Banshees in Irish mythology. Her backstory and lore are heavily based in Shakespeare, Celtic mythology, and a little in Changeling the Dreaming, so when @kentuckycaverats suggested the name, I stuck with it. Clíodhna is plagued by the ghosts of her past, after all. Sure, they're not wraiths or bean sidhe, but they basically are just that to her. Additionally, her last name is Ó Neill, which is rooted in Celtic migration and history. What is a Scot if not just an Irish Dál Riata settler? And the Ui Neill clan was one of their allies, as well as one of the most prominent families back in those days. In universe, she was born as Kenna MacNeil to Irish immigrants. She was born in Scotland, but after her aging was stopped due to her Sire ghouling her, Kenna MacNeil has been declared dead. When her Sire moved her to Ireland to basically function as a spy, Irishifying her name to blend in better made sense... Besides, Kenna MacNeil had been dead for a long time. The court in Derry are Irish nationalists, her English or Scottish name would do worse in Ireland than Clíodhna would.

10. What is your favorite trait regarding your oc?

Willow is so fierce in how much she loves. She has a couple of people she'd quite literally do anything for, even if it puts herself in harm's way. My favourite Clíodhna-trait is something that happens when I play her. She has been raised in Scotland, but over the last century she's been forced into an RP English accent. As her emotional state changes, so does her accent. If she gets agitated, stressed, or scared, her accent will shift from RP English to her native accent. It's a lot of fun to flex my accent library on my friends /lh

11. What is your least favorite trait regarding your oc?

Willow's too nervous for her own good. Some shit has happened, and where she once was a stereotypical confident Toreador with the entire world at her disposal, she's now just chronically afraid of everything and losing touch with reality and she has no idea who she is anymore. It's a little bit stressful. She'll grow out of it <3 Clíodhna I haven't had the chance to play much, yet, but I have a sinking feeling I'm going to hate what she's like with her Sire. But hey, that's what being blood bound to a Ventrue will do to you, I suppose.

19. How might your oc react to finding out you are the one responsible for their life?

Willow would probably find it very weird to know that I'm literally chronically talking about her on the internet to the little gay people in my phone. But also, maybe she'd get some strength out of this? Who knows. She'd probably want nothing to do with me and hope that I never visit Amsterdam ever. Clíodhna? She sees ghosts all the time. If I tell her I'm responsible for her life, she'd probably consider me another one of the voices she hears sometimes that say things she doesn't quite understand. She might be a bit confused because I'm not her father, ex partner, or one of the two people she killed upon embrace, but it would be nothing out of her ordinary.

[carasidhe]

Friendly reminder that while the Morrigan is associated with the aos sidhe (as are all the Tuatha Dé Danann) and has complex associations with the Daoine Maithe she is not considered or called a "fairy queen" in myth or folklore.

Why am I saying this you might be asking

Two reasons

1 focusing on the Morrigan as 'the' fairy queen ignores the named figures we KNOW were/are fairy Queens in Ireland, including Clíodhna, Aoibheall, Áine, Úna, and Aoife

2 focusing on the Morrigan as a fairy queen doesn't expand who she is but narrows it, ime, from the Great Queen who is immense and tied to war, sovereignty, death, prophecy, magic, and victory into "just" a fairy queen

[redmessenger]

honeytrap

scambaiting with @arcaeda

So Celica is not the only one dealing with imposters. Concerning. Lukas was quick to volunteer his assistance in ending this group’s farce, the sooner the better. While Valentia is likely of little consequence to Fódlan right now, that doesn’t excuse their need to get rid of these conmen. Lukas’ knowledge of countries and continents beyond Valentia and Archanea is woefully lacking, but with the queen of Archanea by his side, all will be well.

                      (....????????

                              To think, of all the ways he could have met Queen Caeda, never did he imagine it would be like this…)

“Our mission is simply to waste his time so that he misses a meeting with a Lady Clíodhna.” Lukas takes care as he says the name, brows furrowing as he navigates Faerghus’ strange pronunciations. “The Church would like to collect further evidence of this man’s wrongdoings before formally arresting him. If we can collect additional information regarding how he facilitates his fraud, all the better. By playing the perfect victim, we should be able to distract him.”

Lukas frowns, constantly adjusting his ill-fitting clothes. They couldn’t use their usual Officers Academy garb, but does going undercover really warrant such garish attire...? Thieves would immediately target them with how they’re flaunting their fake jewels and gold, though perhaps that is the point...

This ‘Ike’s’ mercenary camp is but a few minutes walk away. As they continue the final leg of their trek, an idea comes to mind. “A suggestion: we ought to use aliases so that they cannot track us easily afterwards. I can’t imagine they will be pleased if they find out we’re agents of the Church...”

When it comes to noblewomen names, one screams the loudest. “What are your thoughts on ‘Clair’?”

[7serendipities]

Mystic South 2023

This year I was presenting a workshop on four Irish Fairy Queens I titled “Into the Hollow Hills”. Like last year, this year my workshop was in the first block on Friday, and also like last year I did not expect very many people… and was proven wrong! I ran out of handouts, which is always a good position to be in! I think it went pretty well, though this was the first time I’d run through the entire thing with an actual audience, and it ended up taking a bit longer than I expected, so I skimmed some of the additional material after I covered the four main fairy queens. I basically only included information on other fairy monarchs if they had a connection to one of my main four: Úna, Áine, Clíodhna, and Fand. Fand is not necessarily known as a folkloric fairy queen, but she has shown up in that role in my own life for a long time, and she is the wife of a very well known fairy king (Manannan Mac Lir), and I thought it would be best to include her with those caveats. (Aoibheall I approached to see if she would like to be included but she demurred, so I only mentioned her briefly. I would not have chosen to exclude a fairy queen known as Clíodhna’s sister and rival, otherwise! I wouldn’t want to have my firstborn cursed to prick their finger on a spindle.) Then I covered some basic safety rules for the journey, and led a guided journey to a liminal place between our world and the world of Fairy, and brought everyone back right as the block ended, though I stuck around a little to chat with folks for a bit!

Meeting people finally in person is really one of the highlights of Pagan events for me, and I got to meet a couple of people I’d only known online again this year, and got to spend more time with the ever-amazing Daniela Simina (who has two books coming out next year, and I am finally the proud owner of a signed copy of her first book)! I also went to a bunch of really great workshops, both by people I hadn’t heard of before, and people whose work I’ve admired for a long time.

In that second category, Llevin and Gwen Ithon were back and teaching several workshops, and I went to most of them! The class on “Raising Bairns” was taught by Gwen and their (adult) daughter Aurelie, and was a really good look at how to raise kids within a pagan/magical culture without indoctrinating them into a specific tradition. Instead, Gwen and Llevin emphasized the philosophy and core values of their culture and traditions, taught their children some basic skills (grounding, centering, cleansing, etc) and involved them in the home practice (rituals to the household gods, prayers said when lighting a fire, etc). Gwen and Aurelie both emphasized that their culture believes that if one family continues only in one magical society or tradition, it stagnates; having generations each find their own preferred way to practice keeps things fresh and invigorated and breathes life into the practices. They also talked a bit about rites of passage. Then Llevin and Gwen together taught “Soul Burden”, about releasing illness and negativity from the spirit body. It included an esoteric discussion of how souls and reincarnation are viewed in their tradition, and a few examples of healing modalities, including one using a bowl of silvered water that I’m going to have to try for myself! I also took their class on fairies, called “Conjured by Candlelight” and though it took a more ceremonial bent than my practice, there was a lot of valuable information, and some streams of continuity for me that I’m going to be chewing on for a while.

I also went to Daniela’s paper presentation on fairies, specifically on “Apotropaic and Propitiatory Elements in Home Design”, which was full of great information, and even better pictures! I love hearing Daniela present, because our paths are so similar, and while I did already know a lot of the information, I also learned some new things! And in any case I wouldn’t have wanted to miss it; I always try to go to my friends’ workshops! I went to Debra Burris’s workshop “An Eclipse is Coming!” for the same reason, but by about ten minutes in I had caught the hype bug. That workshop was a fun mix of science, mythology, and folk practice, and I’m really glad I went. The only other person I really knew who was teaching was John Beckett, and alas the class I most wanted to take was scheduled in the same block as mine, so I’ll have to grab notes from someone!

Of the people I had never taken a class from before, I think Nathan Hall’s workshop “Hedgeriding: Experiencing the Liminal between Animism and Witchcraft” aligned the most with my own philosophies (if not quite with the specifics of my practice). He talked about how it’s not re-enchantment of the world around us, it’s ourselves that we need to reenchant, and I could not agree more. And as for rewilding, that, too, is necessary to internalize: “What can you do today,” he asked, “to make yourself 10% more feral?” The last part of the workshop was a guided meditation to meet local land spirits, and it went a little sideways for me (I got the Fair Folk first instead, which shocks no one), but I did end up having a powerful experience with the local river. I liked the workshop so much I bought his book!

I went to three classes about plants, two by Anastasha Verde and one by Ivy Laine. Anastasha’s first one was “Sacred Botany, Sacred Grief” and it focused on ecological grief and presented an overview of pagan rituals she’d found that were meant to address that. It definitely got my ritualist brain wheels turning! Her second one was on “Rewilding Your Practice with Bioregional Animism” which I am ALL ABOUT, and it was great to have an open discussion about the Appalachian and Piedmont regions. She also emphasized knowing your local watershed, which is particularly important to me. I came away from that one with a lot of good ideas. Ivy’s workshop was “Beautiful but Dangerous”, on poison plant allies of Appalachia, and it had a lot of good information. I learned a lot, and got to finally ask someone what I might use Carolina Horsenettle for. I’ve been wondering about it since that plant popped up in my yard two years ago, and while I’ve been trying to get to know the plant spirit, I’ve not found much folklore on it, but Ivy (and others) agreed that generally you’d use it the same way you might use bittersweet nightshade — that is to say, as a a slightly less malefic substitute for belladonna.

All in all, it was an amazing conference (as always), and I can’t wait until next year!

[needcurse]

THE CURSE OF THE O’DIENNE RING  ❦ ˊ-  .  .  .   how a poet becomes a ghost,  how a girl becomes a servant to fate  

LEGEND TOLD... 

the o’dienne family was an old irish family and descendants of the ancient king matholuch who had married the welsh goddess, branwen against his own best interests.  branwen was a love goddess and deity of resurrection and while matholuch was taken with her his family conspired against the union. matholuch was eventually slaughtered by his own brother in a bid to marry the goddess herself and obtain magical gifts of his own. although when branwen received news of his death she did not succumb to her grief. onstead the goddess married matholuch’s brother but when the rings were exchanged her groom dropped dead. thus the curse of the o’dienne ring began. the bearer of the ring would bring death to whoever they looked upon with love. whether they were given the ring or not they need only make the mistake of looking upon its owner with fondness for its curse to take hold. upon the hour of death the bearer of the ring can choose to switch fates with their partner, no matter the choice one will remain to go on without the other. 

A HOMECOMING

eimile first comes upon the ring when she returns to family’s ancestral home in doolin, ireland. this is after she had spent years in the foster system throughout the united kingdom and not knowing her true heritage in any capacity. she begins to be followed by ravens and chased by specters and all these omens point her back to the village she had escaped from as a child. her family’s home, the lus mór  estate, had fallen into disrepair after being abandoned for years. yet while she is exploring the depths of the manor she recovers the o’dienne ring from the rubble. she begins to wear it from that day on and the curse is set into motion once more. she meets her soon-to-be fiancé,  lochlann for the very first time that same week and it is anything but coincidence. he has been looking for her as he knows exactly what and who she is as a druid and disciple of dhuosnos. what he did not account for was the o’dienne curse when he tries to sacrifice her in order to make contact with god and have a boon granted. 

on the night of eimile’s and lochlann’s wedding not only is eimile’s parentage revealed and she is claimed as a daughter of clíodhna but a deal the goddess made with the mórrígan itself is brought to light. by choosing to lay with an o’dienne descendant, clíodhna openly slighted her fellow love goddess branwen. looking for a way to spare her unborn daughter the ben síde queen entreated the death god. though her daughter may die by the curse she may rise again as a ben síde. in exchange for her life she would be in service to the mórrígan for the rest of her days and she never would be fully “alive” again but in perpetual liminal state between phantom and woman. to this day eimile still is unaware of the exact details of the pact between her mother and the death god. she was given a royal title and sees her death as something that had to happen in order for her to become the nether princess she was intended to be.

[aregularfool]

The Daoine Sí rose to the occasion when they heard that Éireann was at risk of being lost again, it was one thing to them when the Melisans took their country but, since then they had reached friendlier terms.

The Sí sent a small team, five of their cohort, including yourself, a shapeshifter. Alongside you are the Dobhar-chú, Gan Ceann, the Sluagh and even Queen Clíodhna herself.

You fly overhead of the enemy, cloaked as a kestrel, they have their own gods for aid, sending strange human-like things with wings.

The humans remained oblivious, but the winged ones kept staring at you, one even pointed you out.

You return, turning back into one of the Sí. Clíodhna stared at you intently, waiting for your news,

"They have their own 'god' to help them. I think the Sluagh should go in first, whisk some away before Ceann and Dobhar come in from the sides and then you and I can pick any stragglers off." I said, after some deliberation,

Clíodhna narrowed her eyes, "I don't see why we should bother, you know my wails cannot do much against their god."

"So we should pick off the mortal ones before going after the winged ones."

"Hmph. Sounds fair enough," she snapped her fingers, the Sluagh listening intently, "Go!".

The heavy footsteps of Dobhar carried off to the left, while the clip-clop of hooves from Ceann's horse faded into the night.

You morph yourself into the shape of an owl this time, flying high and allowing the Sluagh to raise you higher and higher into the night.

From so high up, you can see the whole battlefield. Now, it's nothing more that fleeing humans running into the marsh behind then, only to collapse and die to the wails of Queen Clíodhna.

The mortals were being easily taken care of, but the winged humans were fighting valiantly against the Sluagh and Dobhar, so much so that you start to worry if they were in true danger.

You swoop down, transforming into a crude imitation of the Ellén Trechend and joining the fray yourself, battling the winged humans as Ceann closed in.

You all fought fiercely but, one of the winged humans bunches into itself, becoming nothing more than a ball of feathers before literally exploding into light.

The light turned the murky night into a cloudy afternoon, singing your flesh and throwing you out of your monstrous form.

While you rub your eyes, you can hear the faint stomps and footsteps of your comrades fleeing. Sight or no sight, you attempt to flee too but, the overwhelming force of the last shreds of the Sluagh hold you down along with... something else.

Wind rushes around you as the familiar beating of wings comes to a halt, you can barely see them but, it's the winged humans.

They sneer at you, ruffling their feathers.

You feel a pang in your chest. They left you here. Left you to the mercy of these... things. These monstrous things trying to steal your land from you again.

Anger bubbles as one of them lifts you up for closer inspection, they all speak in a strange tongue, it's nothing you've ever heard in your thousand year experience. But, you know enough. You've acted this way yourself, when you fought the Formoirians for Éireann. Young, new gods yet... Not exactly gods. Not even half gods. Whatever they are, they are not gods.

A sharp sting rips you from the confines of your mind, you stare the winged human in the eye, it looks what would be considered "beautiful" by the human standards. It utters something in your tongue,

"You demons, you work for the Devil, don't you? Those unholy demons in this land must be rid of in the name of our Lord." it spat.

Demons? Is that what they call you?

"I wonder if they left this one as a peace offering?" another laughed, "it's almost to say 'we recognise you as superior, here, have this gift'".

These... things have no appreciation for us. Somehow we're evil for defending our home?

You grit your teeth, delving into your mind, pushing past all of the memories. Of hurt, of pain, of shame, of anger. Of victory, of joy, of love.

You hands twitch as you reach it, the dark confines of your mind. They're all here. The unrelenting fury. The insatiable need for vengeance. The hunger for creativity.

You were all told to lock them away, only to be used if another god diminished the power of your own. This seems rather appropriate.

A sharp slap drags you away from the confines, the winged human studying you, "Still trying to summon demonic forces hm?".

A tiny part of you had remained. You tear open the door, delving into your worst emotions. The ones that could bring down Éireann herself.

Darkness spills out of you, the winged humans jump back, their faces twisted in disgust.

Shadows and rage spill from your body, engulfing you, just like it did Cú Chulainn. You scream, a loud, drawn out scream from the pain, of the sadness but, yearning for more of the power.

It wouldn't be long until it was absolute. One thing is for sure; they are monsters.

Their bodies twist, their voices merging into a single sound. Bones crack as flesh stretches and thins. Their feathers are morphed into fingers. Hundreds of little and large fingers.

A grin twitches at your lip, your eyes feel the utmost joy of the sight: the winged humans being turned into some monster they would kill on sight.

You laugh, they're all trying to hard to make that little ray of light again, night and day flashing in the sky.

You are finished with them. Their wings indicated that they went up, no? Why don't you go and pay their god a visit while you're still lucid? You couldn't go back to your own people even if you wanted to.

You step back into the shadows, they carried you, farther and farther than you ever could have flown.

The darkness consumes you just as you open your eyes to Pearly white gates.

You’ve been abandoned on the battlefield, the enemy closing in. Forsaken by heaven and countrymen, you retreat to the deepest corner of your mind. If your gods won’t help, perhaps the inner dark will. You cry out to the void. It answers.

[riordanverserpdatabase]

Hi there! We managed to convince one more of our gods to make an account!

@oghma-of-eloquence

How exciting!!!!! Thank you, Camp Tara for letting us know!!! As a courtesy, we will go ahead and ping all your other deity blogs!! It is always a pleasure watching your group grow!!!

The Morrígan, goddess of Death, War, and Fate @three-crows-and-a-crone

Caer Ibormeith, Goddess of Sleep and Dreams @the-swans-precious-dream

The Dagda, God of Life, Seasons, Druidery and Magic @the-king-of-gods

The Cailleach, Goddess of Winter @the-hag-queen-of-winter

Lugh, God of Light, the Sun, Oaths, and Justice @long-armed-lugh

Clíodhna, Goddess of Love and Beauty @the-queen-of-love-and-phantoms

Brigid, Goddess of Spring, Poetry, Healing, and Blacksmithing @the-exhalted-spring

Oghma, God of Eloquence, Speech, Language and Learning @oghma-of-eloquence

[luna-tormenta]

🌻✨Things I Do As A Death Witch💀🌿

Say blessings to the plants and animals that provide food for my family and I, to honor their sacrifice and to wish them an easy passing.

Collect walnuts on walks, to represent life and death in spells, as well as be beautiful decor throughout my home. (My daughter will find them playing, too, and bring them to me excitedly!)

Tap into objects memories, to see their lives before coming to me. I do this with crystals, herbs, and many different items I come across!🔮

Collect carcasses of insects to use in spell work 🦟

Say prayers of passing to roadkill I pass by, with my Enochian Fallen Angel, J.

Passing by cemeteries, I give a big "hello" addressed to the gatekeeper!

I tied a planchette onto my purse to act as a portable ward wherever we go.

I use Patchouli Oil to help keep me grounded throughout the day.

Dried flowers are all over our home, keeping a safe watch, but also are used for their correspondences. (The flowers are hanging, pressed into books, placed in frames, tied into wreaths, and stuck in vases throughout our common rooms of use.)💐

Pruning dying parts of my plants is an every day thing I do! I thank them for the gift, ask how they are and if I may use the gift in spells. Most of the time, they are dried and used for spellwork!🌿

I carry Bones of the Earth (crystals) with me wherever I go! I have some placed in the car, in my purse, and my daughters diaper bag. An obsidian point dangles from the mirror of our car for safety and protection!

My Hellhound, A, runs next to the car everywhere we go. I enjoy watching him play! 🐺

5 rings I wear constantly are dedicated and honor the chthonic deities I work with. (Hades, Persephone, Demeter, Clíodhna, and The Fates💜)

Spirit vessels are placed throughout the house as well!👻

A fallen tree branch tied with twine on the ends, hangs in my hallway, and dangles my necklaces from itself. The branch charges my necklaces!

L, my Lunar Moth Faerie, drinks tea with me every day. 🦋

I use bones and feathers as little wards through our home.

Bells are on the doorknobs, so I can hear them ring when someone (physical or non) enters our home.

I am a mother of a toddler Faerie who was saved from experiments to make hybrids. We read Spooky Fairytales together. 📚

I create various, unique items to give as presents to my spirit family!

We have movie nights every Saturday, too!🎥

I do chores with my Brownie Fae, B. 🧺

Dedicate my Shadow Work to my deities.

Sleep with my Floating Demon Eyeball next to my side!🧿

In every room of my home, my selkie, D, and I placed seashells as another layer of ward. (The bones of the sea!🐚)

In my purse, I have another bag that holds a pendulum, small notebook, crystals, a pen, and tarot cards for on-the-go encounters and magic.

In my wallet, is a locket with a coin, a bud of lavender, moonstone, and obsidian. 👝

Give doggy treats to my hellhound and Cerberus for being Good Bois!!🥰

Walk with Death as a friend through Life.

When I visit cemeteries, I;

Gather wildflowers to place on dusted over graves.

Bring milk with honey for infants gone too soon. 🍼🍯

Make biscuits for the gatekeepers.🥐

Visit my friends, Eunice and Cynthia, and bring them items of their choice. 🕯

Carry coins as little offerings for spirits I encounter.

I will add stuff as I remember them and create new ones!

Many blessings and love upon you all!🌻✨🌙

-Lúthiena 💀🌿

[alaricseer]

Besides Subhoiem and his twin Ciardha, their youngest children, King Setum & Queen Clíodhna had 6 sons. All of their names began with ‘S’, at the insistence of Clíodhna, to honour their father. From eldest to youngest:

Suileabhan

Suibhne 

Sguelaiche 

Searbhreathach 

Seireadan 

Seaghda

[fae-wander-here]

Morwenna bit back a grin at his reactions to her flirting. She was having way to much fun teasing him. She hadn’t had fun like this is a long time which is why she decided to continue teasing him.

Feeling his calf now resting against her, Morwenna slipped off her shoe and slowly began rubbing her foot along his lower leg. Nothing to dirty of course just simple touching.

His questions made her giggle and she found it rather adorable at his curiosity to her confession. “No I wasn’t a princess like that. My father was a fisherman and while I was living with him and his people I was nothing more than a fisherman’s daughter.” She explained. “It’s on my mothers side where my title comes from. My mother is Clíodhna, Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Passion. But she is most known for being Queen of the Banshees.”

Closed Starter with @nytehavyn-circle

Morwenna never put too much thought into how she knew whose death she would foretell. Many years ago she remembered her mother saying something about fate and not to question it. So she didn’t. She simply followed the pull she felt deep inside her in the direction she was meant to go.

Over the centuries that Morwenna had been a banshee, every death she had foretold came true. She would often stick around just long enough to see that it happened. She didn’t care how. Just that it did. There were only a small handful of times that she had been wrong and in her mind those had been flukes. Every time they happened though, Morwenna had only grown more frustrated. After all, each time had been the same person.

Morwenna’s wail echoed down the street as she followed the well known pull. It was cathartic in a way to foretell the death of others. Her life was often quite busy so the repetitive nature of singing the same eerie melody as she walked in the moonlight felt relaxing. That was of course until she spotted a familiar figure in the distance, instantly knowing it was him who she had come for.

A near ear splitting scream left her as she rushed closer, her eyes flashing red with anger. Her nails lengthened into claws, blood beginning to drip from her eyes. “I swear Tolaas if you do not die this time, I will kill you myself!” She shouted as her form continued to shift.

[lgbtmi]

your pick of 4 different heart emojis for cli

questions from this post! @ everyone feel free to send me more questions about my little blorbos in my head :>

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

Clí's very insightful, has fantastic intuition, and has adjusted to a new time very well!

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

There is only one answer to this question. Lord Sebastian Sinclair. He's her Sire (he's not). He's everything to her (he is). She has been his loyal servant for nearly a century, and he's given her everything she has. She's blood bound to the guy. She's been his ghoul for seventy years until she was eventually embraced (by someone else) and now she's just bound to him as a Very Normal Ventrue. He could tell her to jump off a cliff and she'd immediately do it, pretty much.

💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world?

Hell yes! Vampire babey! Clíodhna has four different Disciplines for now. She's got Auspex 1: The Missing Voice, and 2: Premonition (remember that great intuition of hers? yea... her premonitions exist in the form of her father and late lover telling her things...); Fortitude 1: Unswayable Mind; Presence 1: Daunt (because she's named for the queen of the banshees, and changeling lore states bean sidhe are wraiths); and Obfuscate 1: Silence of Death. Clí's bloodline is a bit of a mess. Her special powers are lovely. She's a completely normal Ventrue.

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Clíodhna, just after she was embraced, was responsible for the deaths of two kine. Additionally, she also feels extremely responsible for the death of her last lover, who was murdered by Lord Sinclair because he was a lowly peasant and not at all up to his standards for Clí. Her first partner's heart she's broken, and with that, most likely the trust of her children.