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Two year anniversary.
Holy wow. So I went to look at my gmail account to check how long I’ve kept this Morgana blog active, and it’s been since the 28th of May, 2013. Holy fuck it’s been two years. Where has all the time gone? I remember just starting off with hardly any headcanons for this bitch and now I’m here, with all these quirks and personality traits that this fallen angel harbors.
I started back on ontormentedwings-archive.
Then it changed to “on-tormented-wings”, then to “ontormentedwings”. Now I’ve changed over to this account to start a blog completely fresh, and it’s just so… weird to look back and to see all the changes that my Morgana went through during her development over these past two years.
I’m much more invested in her now than I was back then. I didn’t put as much thought into to her, didn’t think how she would act around people. I didn’t think that I would find roleplaying to be such an important part of my life, something that I love to do every day. Mind you, I fuckin’ suck at writing replies, but it’s just more than a hobby that I do. It’s something that I’m so passionate about, something that I love doing.
For all those who I have been so lucky to meet on this journey and for all those who I will meet in the future, Well met, and thank you for everything.
With this blog being archived, you can follow my same morgana here. Just wanted to make a completely new blog and start off fresh!
wake in loneliness, l o n e l i n e s s;
i will no longer ( FOLLOW ) reason ,
i will PROVE myself that i have lived today
starting now!
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I'm the girl you've been t h i n k i n g about
Lιтerαтe мυlтιverѕe ѕιɴɢleѕнιp вloɢ ;
OC Frιeɴdly ;
A dιғғereɴt dαrĸer tαĸe oғ Jαɴɴα Wιɴdғorce, Tнe Sтorм’ѕ Fυry.
Heαdcαɴoɴѕ & rυleѕ αre crυcιαl вeғore ιɴтerαcтιoɴ ;
The one thing you can't live w i t h o u t
img cred x, and to Riot Games for the Piltover art. promo image made by me c: I’ve completely revamped this janna blog in attempts to keep it going this time! :3c New theme and everything! Hope to see you around! x
thewujubladesman:
“I have refined everything about myself and my practice to make it nearly flawless, I seized opportunities in my time of struggle and accomplished many feats as to where you accomplished nothing when you fell”
❦ - “If it was so flawless, then why did so many d i e ? You were teaching the art of Wuju to your students , where are they now? Dead? Regretting? I accomplished getting stronger. You’ve attained nothing but graves and headstones.”
The reason you left is because of your envy, not your practice
“What do you know of envy and practice when all your practice has surmounted in dead students?”
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Broken Wings Aren't Fun
He smirked at that. She had a personality that was hazardous to be near for extended periods of time-it was precisely the sort of personality he enjoyed in traveling companions. Her magic was intriguing, as well; a manipulation of energies in a simple and somewhat malign form. He suspected her to be of a similar disposition, with layers of complexity befitting any sentient creature as the exception.
“So be it. Everyone is such an intriguing term, though. It means others, all of the others to be precise. And debt is a strict quid pro quo basis, with no interest unless you want to assign mathematical values to the forces you’ve exerted. Shit.” He finished with an expletive when he went to stretch his wings in an expressive gesture, but the maimed ones protested. Heavily. The pain receded shortly. It was nothing compared to having your eyeballs removed with a spoonlike tool, but the knowledge he’d endured worse wasn’t relieving. It was depressing. He made a mental note to examine this depression earlier-if it festered, it could interrupt his goals in a most terrible fashion.
“ I may be experiencing delirium of some sort. If you know of a place I can cauterize my wounds and treat to my basic injuries, it would be incredible. How would you like to be addressed, my lady?”
❦ - What in gods name?
Morgana wasn’t prepared for the words that slid so eloquently out of his mouth. It was fluid and there wasn’t a stutter in his voice except for the exclamation of pain of his once crushed wing.
“Is specific something that I must be with you? Fine then. Everyone in Noxus has a debt to me because they know they must pay it back or I will rip off their heads. Surely that’s enough of a mathematical value, one that anyone would want to keep, no? Or anyone normal that is.”
A playful smirk crossed her lips. “I probably could just leave you here, but you still never told me: What do I get if I do assist you?”
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RIP OUT MY MUSE’S HEART IN 1 ASK.
Go serious, go dark, go full out heartbreaking. PULL AT MY MUSES FEELS
The sound of an animal's nails clicked against the bakery's floors. The familiar smells filled the nose of a small, red-eyed pug, it's eyes peering around this... new place. It didn't have the same feeling of the old. It's eyes closed, and it pointed it's muzzle to the ground, grumbling under his breath. It had been so long... coming here was a waste of time. Still, he moved to sit, the dog looking around curiously. Was she here? Now?
❦ - Animals are disgusting.
It’s not that the dark angel herself didn’t enjoy the company of them, it’s just they were a hassle. Why couldn’t they clean up after themselves? All they did was whine and get in the way from time to time. Soft panting could be heard and the pitter patter of pawed feet as they crossed the floor.
She could even smell it.
With a snarl she approached the front of her bakery, spotting the stupid animal looking at her.
“What do you want?”
Anonymous asked:
A few questions most people don't think about when their muses aren't human. Does Morg see on more light spectrums than the ones we can see normally? Does her biology give her unique advantages or disadvantages? Does she have her monthly time like humans do? Can she clean her feathers with magic? Are they like a duck's in that water doesn't make them incapable of flight? How does she sleep, especially with her wings? Are her bones hollow like a bird's? Any other odd anatomy things?
These are really wonderful questions and I like them a lot. Thank you anon for sending them in!
I would believe that angels see on the relatively same light spectrum as most humans, though it may differ only in the slightest. Not too different to make a terrible difference.
She doesn’t have her monthly time like humans do because I have a headcanon that angels don’t produce eggs that need to be rid. The can voluntarily switch into a state of reproduction or not but must be given a time period. Since angels have a loooong life span, there isn’t the need or demand to procreate, so they can plan accordingly.
Feathers can be cleansed with magic, but since hers are so tattered and tainted, it’s more of a hassle and pain rather than than an ease. The rain didn’t stop her flight when she had the ability to, but if left in for too long the feathers become matted and lose what sleek shine they have left.
She sleeps on her sides and tucks her wings behind her and out of the way, usually unmoving in her sleep.
Her bones aren’t hollow, her wings were powerful enough to keep her in the air until they were ruined.
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Broken Wings Aren't Fun
She was pragmatic then. Interesting. His own kind sounded familiar, honestly. The stark simplicity of her statements had notable merit. “Perhaps I could perform a return favor? I’ve a few interesting skills, to be sure…” When he felt the effort, he grinned. Huzzah! There was hope for him, yet. The miniature obelisk shifted, and it was enough for him to nimbly- Blistering pain seared through his nervous system, and he inhaled sharply at the sensation. His wings came out from under the stone, but now gravity was painful in an all new way-and he was at the stranger’s mercy. His fire magic would be much weaker in this weather, he couldn’t fly, and the only technology he had was a simple looking ring. No help from any of that. He focused his extrasensory, ready to dodge something if necessary. She didn’t seem impressed by him-for good reason. He bowed. “Thank you my lady of this foreign locale. I am in your debt.”
❦ - The flustered cry of pain startled Morgana, almost causing her to lose her grip on the chains. She gripped the chains tightly with a grunt, using the whole weight of her body to pull back on the weight of his wings and away from him. But now he was... frustrated with the rain? What in the world? His movements were tentative and cautious as he moved to bow.
“Everyone is always in my debt, I guess you’re just adding to the list.”
Party - Edition {Sentence Starters}
"Do you recognize anyone?"
"Alright, who cut the cake already?!"
"You actually got a DJ?"
"May I have this dance?"
"Well, I think they're drunk."
"This party's amazing!"
"Hey! Let's have a helium voice contest!"
"Can I get you a drink or something?"
"I wanted a balloon."
"Turn up the music! I love this song!"
"Aren't these streamers a bit much?"
"I said you could invite one person. ONE."
"I think it's time for presents!"
"Are they really gonna dance on the table?"
"Why are there so many people here?"
"I don't feel so good. Where's the bathroom?"
"Did you want a balloon?"
"Could you grab me a drink?"
"Maybe I should have stayed home."
"Did you get a piece of cake?"
"Where should I put the gifts?"
"I am not nearly drunk enough yet."
"People are gonna be here any minute!"
"I don't recognize anyone here."
"This is the weirdest theme for a party I've ever seen."
"Hmmmm I wonder if you are truly falling... or rising... Oh, that cake looks delicious! Can I try a slice?" One couldn't be sure if the angel would recognice the Writer's female form, but the weird out-of-place-aura was the same as always - that, and an aura of curiosity and hunger.
“What in heaven’s are you talking about? I am already fallen from what you can see.”
She sneered at the visitor before procuring her a slice of the red velvet ice cream cake.
This aura was... different, one that she didn’t recognise, something she’d never felt before in this world besides speaking to a few.
“What is that in the air when you are around? It’s deterring.”
put a “3” and i’ll tell you something that broke me.
“My sister. Literally, she broke me. She tore me apart and took away what is most precious to us. Disgusting.”