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As much as I love Morgana, I am going to low activity on all my blogs and really haven’t gotten any traction here (mostly of my own doing). I don’t like to delete blogs, so I’m just going to archive here. 

Just in case I do ever want to come back. 

Morgana is a bae but her lore leaves me with little to work with and I can only keep a few blogs at this point, so she’s at the bottom priority. 

Thanks for following though guys! 

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                                       they say that the loveliest angels                                           make the cruelest demons                                                   and my darling,

                                         you were so kind and beautiful                                          before they dragged you to hell

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I haven’t forgotten this blog, promise. I just need a certain mood to get into Morgana’s muse, she’s a tricky one.

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RIGHT  or  WRONG        (  I  can  hardly  tell  )

                   I’m  on  the  wrong  side  of  HEAVEN                          and  the  r i g h t e o u s  side  of  HELL

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Art by Yin Yuming 

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Revamped my Rules page:

I have done this for all my blogs, and they should all be identical (save for one bonus Darius specific rule). I’ve been having an issue where people don’t seem to be reading/adhering to them, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s because I just made them so superfluously long and wordy. 

So basically, I’ve TLDRed the Rules (though they are fundamentally the same).

As a result, I would greatly appreciate it if you could give them a read, particularly if you’re a newer follower of mine. 

Appreciate ya. 

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 - continued from [x]

KATARINA: 

The woman looks familiar, but Katarina can’t place a finger on it. For an assassin, it’s never a good sign. The faces you see in the capital, in army camps, on the streets on a lazy afternoon— all of them make for potential targets. One homeless man on the street could become Noxus’s greatest general one day, or the traitor that leads to the empire’s demise. People grow, people change.

She’s not sure if this woman has ever changed. Her smile looks like the statues she sees in the Immortal Bastion; old, stagnant, a fixed passage in time. She looks at her the same way they stare down at her as well. Her eyes know, have watched her for a long time.

Katarina’s fingers brush the line on her leather.

“You have some nerve,” she says, and her jaw finds itself tightening uneasily. “State your name. You act as if you know me.”

It came as little surprise the woman didn’t remember her. There wasn’t much reason to, really. They had encountered each other, crossed paths before, but they had not truly met. The assassin had been prevalent in Noxus Prime during much of Darkwill’s reign, and Morgana had certainly been no stranger to it then. 

But a decade to Katarina was nearly half a lifetime. To Morgana, it was a mere sliver of time. How easily she could be forgotten to the mortal, when the Fallen’s own memories were vividly clear. Her expression does not change, her gaze unwavering as she continues to scrutinize the girl. She knows nothing of the red-head’s personal affairs, but she’s been around long enough to sense when something has fundamentally changed. 

“Know is a strong word.” She responds, voice as cool as ice. “But there are few within these walls I don’t know of.” And few as well who hadn’t heard her name before in some manner. 

“Morgana.” She states, offering no further titles or descriptive. The name accompanied with her appearance was enough, and if not, she was one to show who she was: not tell. “And I speak only of what I see, and ten years ago, that fire in your eyes was of a different form.” 

Of course, it was no secret that General Du Couteau had gone missing somewhere in between. But it would be a lie to say that Morgana had kept up with the details of it. She cared not for politics, even those of Noxus, despite her relations with the Grand Generals over the years.

Yet still, there are those mortals whom she considers a waste of space (most of them), and those few whom she finds...interesting. And much of Noxus’ elite fell into that category.

@caedispia

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    Judgement is my ultimate equalizer…

                                     All have the right to be judged  under an iron fist…

Independent Kayle blog from League of Legends

Written by Juulu

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You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn’t change its nature.

Eliza Crewe, Crushed (via quoted-books)

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❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞

The words resonate with Morgana, as she has made the same statement many times before. Though Noxus was the most tolerable place she’d ever taken up residence in, there were few here whom she held a level of respect for, but the Matron was certainly one of them. 

“How right you are.” She agrees with a knowing smile, steeped with a bitter edge. “The so-called history mortals spew is tainted from the truth of events past.

Morgana knew this all too well. Of the rebellion that had been incited in the heavens so long ago, she was the only survivor of those who had chosen not to re-assimilate. The Angels would spin the tale of the wicked traitors who fought to destroy, not the tail of the oppressed denied their freedom to be different, who were cut down like dogs. 

It was for this reason, and her own thirst for vengeance, that Morgana walked among mortals. The truth lived on with her, and so long as she drew breath, their history was not lost to the closed-minds of the corrupted righteous. She would preserve it…And when the time came, bring its resurgence. 

“To the victor go the spoils, and the right to pass judgement on those who follow. 

But not until they finish off the dissenters.”

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"have you ever hear the saying 'let sleeping abominations lie' ? now would be the time to consider it"

Morgana does not move, does not even turn her head toward her estranged sister. But her pale eyes dart over without hesitation. 

“Abominations, you say?” Kayle may speak of the demons with whom Morgana may cavort with, but she knows the underlying message. The judicator isn’t subtle, even when she tries. 

To Kayle, and the other righteous immortals, Morgana’s very actions and abilities were an abomination to everything they knew, and by extension, she was as well. 

But this was nothing new. Long had Kayle looked down on her sister for her rebellion against common law and order, and the Fallen vehemently returned the sentiment. “The time to consider it would have been millenia ago…And consider it I did.”

A vicious smile graces her features. She remembered that day all too well. The day she dared to deviate, to cross that line of no return…And how she’d relished it. 

“Right before I banished the thought. These abominations at their worst are better company than I ever hoped for from the likes of you and your kind.”

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❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞

Morgana looks at the starchild with utmost scrutiny. It was not often she crossed paths with another immortal, particularly not one whom had also fallen from their perch in the heavens.

But that is where the similarities end. There’s a certain light to the woman, the very aura around her one of light magic. Not quite like that of her sister’s though, but a softer light, not a burning one. Yet far from the Dark Arts Morgana bred her comforts in. 

But any empathies the former angel might have felt initially fell flat at the other’s words. 

Another rebuke, and from a stranger… She hadn’t time for this, nor patience. How long would it be before the righteous would leave her be? 

“And I begin alone with them as well.” She retorts, the ire in her eyes flashing as she emphasizes the word. 

“Your caveat is ill-placed, starchild. My solitude is by my choice, not ignorance.”

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❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞

Questions like these were not foreign to Morgana. One look at her and many think similar things. Speaking to her only furthers such opinions. Yet despite the aura she puts out, as well as her…lifestyle, she isn’t the blood thirsty serial killer many expect her to be. 

There are a few whom she imagines killing, going as far as to play out the details of their demise, as well as how much she would enjoy bringing about their ruin. Morgana was not drawn to the prospect of torture itself, but she saw the potential of it in certain situations. Some people were undeserving of a swift death. 

But death and destruction were her means, not her end game. If she kills, it is with purpose: Whatever she deems that purpose may be. 

“No, not quite everyone.” She muses, tilting her head to the left in amusement, just slightly. 

“Plenty of them will find death on their own without my assistance. It matters not to me. Those whom I do, though…”

“Quality, over quantity, my dear.”

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❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞

The woman can’t help but laugh at the assassin’s words. With such tact she speaks, and yet the words border on the realms of defensiveness. But her chuckle is brief, quickly fading out with the half-smile lingers. “Be that the case, I’m surprised you spoke of it at all.”

Katarina hadn’t said much, not enough to tip off most, anyway. Old as she was, the immortal knew better than to make assumptions, no matter how accurate she thought her speculations might be. Even a few convenient words that favored such theories was not reason enough to pry. 

But holding her tongue was not something Morgana had ever tried to do well. Not when true consequences to herself were far from likely. 

“Your ambitions are prodigious, girl. As one might expect from someone of your caliber. Fools would choose you as an enemy rather than an ally.” A compliment masked in indifference, perhaps, but praise rarely spilled from the Fallen’s lips, however minimal. Perhaps she should have ended it there, and not jabbed one last time at the subject the assassin had forced under the rug. 

“I have no doubt the general has similar sentiments.”

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‘ i feel anger deeper than my bones. i feel anger in my very soul. ’

Speak with the Judicator

“Do you even possess a soul Morgana? You could have fooled me.”

“And your anger is nothing significant to me. Harbor any anger you wish but you won’t see me bat an eyelash. You posed no threat when I exiled you, and the statement remains true. Morgana, you have lost and you will lose again because you gave up the divine magic we were blessed to be given. You are met with no sympathy from me.”

“You got one good shot on me. But I’d boast to say I damaged you one better. Or is it two? Two reminders you could never beat me nor my cause. Though I will grant you one ‘compliment’…”

“If you’ve been trying to be a pain in my side all this time, you’ve succeeded being so.”

“Irksome…”

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Headcanon - How she addresses others

As some of you probably noticed, Morgana has a tendency to come off as rather condescending. Namely by calling people, even grown adults, “boy” or “girl” or “human”, in an almost patronizing manner, rather than addressing them by name or more “appropriate” title. 

Morgana is rather arrogant. She’s an Immortal who has lived in the Heavens for thousands of years and now is forced to walk among mortals. You can bet your ass she’s pretty bitter about it, and she does look down on mortals in general. 

Additionally, by comparison, even older humans are so much younger than her, she looks at them similarly to how an adult would look at a degenerate child. She knows they don’t like it for the most part, but unless you’ve earned her respect, that’s how she’ll address you. There are very few humans whom she will actually address by name or title. 

Other immortals whom she encounters she will also address by name or title. Unless of course, she doesn’t like them, in which case she will probably call them by some other manner of insult.

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❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞

A dark brow raises in a befuddled surprise. It takes a moment to register the words from such a figure, but once they do, her brows furrow and eyes narrow. Almost irritated, Morgana glowers at the assassin. 

“How noble of you…” Her words are laced with a soft venom. The Du Couteau’s had always been a prideful family…and a vicious one. So what exactly was it that Katarina was  helping with that she would deem worth receiving no recognition for? 

She didn’t ask, she honestly didn’t care. Morgana may live in Noxus, but what its citizens chose to do for it was not her concern. Still though, there was a certain piety to the notion that spilled past the redhead’s lips. The corner of the Fallen’s mouth twitched upward just once before settling back into its common scowl of seemingly perpetual disappointment. 

“Do what you will girl, it matters not to me.” True words, and yet Morgana was never one to choose her words carefully, “But with a reputation and name such as yours, it’s absurd to believe that your actions will be forgotten so quickly.”

“I know not what you have done, but those you have helped will remember your honor and those you have assailed will remember your treachery. 

You cannot hide from infamy so easily.”

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