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Sophie stilled when the elder held her left wrist, gently tracing the scars that were found there. Stiff as a board and pale.

"M-Morgana…ah…I…." She looked away, shame on her features for what she’d done to herself. Unable to look at her teacher in the face.

"Yah’re welcome." She replied as she got up to get the kettle. "What kind of tea do yah want?"

"Um, Early Grey please?" Sophie asked, slowing down eating her cake slice since she wanted to eat it with her tea. She had picked up a few things from both Morgana and Pitch, one of them being a love for tea.

"Alright." She smiled and took down a bit of loose Earl Grey for Sophie and some Irish Breakfast for herself.

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Sophie stilled when the elder held her left wrist, gently tracing the scars that were found there. Stiff as a board and pale.

"M-Morgana…ah…I…." She looked away, shame on her features for what she’d done to herself. Unable to look at her teacher in the face.

"They are important though; yah’re goin’ ta need them far yahr studies." She smiled again before reaching over to ruffle her student’s hair.

Sophie giggled, shaking her head from under Morgana’s grasp and wrenched away. “Okay, okay. I get it.” she grinned, bringing another piece of cake in her mouth. “They are really nice though.” Sophie said, having admired the details out into the knives. She had been taking them out every so often to look at them whenever her mother wasn’t looking.

"Ah should hope so; Ah paid top coin far those." She grinned. "Only the best far my student."

Sophie blushed with a small upward curl at the corners of her lips. Bashful as ever as she knew it would be fruitless to tell Morgana she didn’t have buy such a gift for her. But she kept quiet and gave her a grateful and sincere ‘thank you’ to her.

"Yah’re welcome." She replied as she got up to get the kettle. "What kind of tea do yah want?"

"Annatar, Ah brought the henna!" Morgana smiled as she let herself in again. Her smile faltered when she saw the new arrival. "Annatar, who's this? Is he here ta help meh fix yahr hair?"

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~}}… Annatar?… Sauron who is this?{{~

~:… *inhale* Fff%^k.:~

Morgana smiled as she put the jar down and slipped out of her dress. “Trust meh, we can go ta the museums an’ the old castles… An’ the pubs!”

Sauron turned a pinch red upon seeing her undress herself. ~:Ah. It’s a date then.:~

She shrugged and pulled back her hair. “Alright. What’s that face far? Ah’m not stainin’ my dress while we do this.” Morgana pouted as she waited for the bucket and the water.

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Clearing his throat, he replies, ~:Uhm, y-yes. Of course not…:~ calming down and letting out a sigh, he awaited the next step in this process. The bucket came, brought by one of the scaly skinned orcs under the now Minor Dark Lord with his old master’s return. “You wished for a bucket?” asked the Goblin.

"Yup." She took the bucket and frowned when she felt how light it was. "Oh far the love of…  Conery!" She shouted and the small Goblin that had carried her books rushed over. "Be a dear an’ fill this wit’ water. An’ don’t get eaten by the nixies…" She warned as it nodded happily and rushed back to the Winterlands. It hurried back, holding the bucket carefully and trying not to spill any water as a large dog nipped at it excitedly. "Heron, heel." Morgana snapped and the dog fell in line. "That is not a snack."

"M-my apologies, madam. Water is scarce here, for us at least. We have no need of it."
 At that moment, Sauron’s gaze met the orc grunt’s, but all fair manner had left it. To look into his eyes was to see your worst nightmare come true, and all the horror and doubt that lingered within one’s self took over, just from staring at them, those fiery eyes. ~:(I):~Be sure, next time, you attempt to actually bring some with it.~:(I):~ Sauron said.

The orc, coiling back now, took a nodding bow, “Of course, Lord Sauron. It will not be problem again.” he said.

~:You may go.:~ replied the Dark Lord, and with that said, the orc took another nodding bow and left them. Sauron returned his once again fair gaze to Morgana and her dog, which he took a small liking to. ~:That is a very lovely dog. I ruled over many things in my world, as Morgoth’s Second, but my favorite were my Werewolves.:~

"Oh Ah have a whole pack of these back home. My huntin’ dogs; used ta be wolves until the farmers in Ireland killed all the wolves…" she smiled as she watched the interaction. Glancing back at her goblin, she took the bucket and carefully held it in one hand before shooing the creature away. "No more compalinin’ ‘bout meh usin’ yah far target practice." She said as it hurried away.

~:Well that’s a shame. I never ask I do not think, but I noticed your goblin friend, and I thought to myself to ask, What are the goblins like here?:~

"Weeeell… The Goblins in Fae are pretty much small tricksters. They can be good fighters, given the right armor an’ weaponry, Ah use them as servants in my castle, an’ they mostly live in the mountains or the swamps." She explained with a shrug. "Ah use ‘em as target practice when Ah’m angry or, if Ah’m really pissed, Ah use ‘em as Nixie bait/toss ‘em ta my Not-Horses."

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He didn’t really feel the tugging, until Morgana got outside. Jack’s lips twitched in a slight smile, and he set off to get outside.

Cars had certainly developed a lot since his time, he mused idly. And so had a lot of other things. If he hadn’t used up as much energy as he had, he would have made attempts at pranking the hell out of the rest of the team by messing with the equipment, and the car horn.

Morgana yawned as she shouldered her bag when the van stopped at her apartment building. “Ah’ll bring the footage Ah got by tamorrow.” She called to her friends as she went inside. Walking into the elevator, she hummed along with the music that played before getting out on her floor and hurrying to her room. “One quick movie before bed won’t hurt…”

Locking her door behind her, she tossed the bag onto her black leather couch. She went into the tiny kitchen and filled her kettle with water before she put it on the stove to boil. Turning to her movie rack, she decided on Carpenter’s Friday the 13th. Popping the disk into the player, she wiggled out of her jeans and sat on the couch.

Televisions had only been something vaguely discussed in Jack’s time, and even when it had been past his time, he had only seen faint examples of the kind other ghost hunters used, when cameras began to get involved in ghost hunting.

So he was naturally curious, watching how Morgana got things set up, before she got comfortable on the couch. Jack himself couldn’t help but crouch down in front of the television itself, watching the different lights and buttons curiously.

He could of course not know, that ghosts would on occasion irritate electronics, which caused the television screen in front of him to flicker.

"Hm..? Oh, do Ah have a guest?" Morgana asked before she turned to get the kettle. "Give meh a second…" She called as she poured her cup of tea. Walking to her room, she grabbed some old letter magnets and a magnet board. Once she was back in her living room, she put the board down and paused the movie. "So… have we met before? Or did yah decide Ah needed ta be haunted?"

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"Annatar, Ah brought the henna!" Morgana smiled as she let herself in again. Her smile faltered when she saw the new arrival. "Annatar, who's this? Is he here ta help meh fix yahr hair?"

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~}}… Annatar?… Sauron who is this?{{~

~:… *inhale* Fff%^k.:~

Morgana smiled as she put the jar down and slipped out of her dress. “Trust meh, we can go ta the museums an’ the old castles… An’ the pubs!”

Sauron turned a pinch red upon seeing her undress herself. ~:Ah. It’s a date then.:~

She shrugged and pulled back her hair. “Alright. What’s that face far? Ah’m not stainin’ my dress while we do this.” Morgana pouted as she waited for the bucket and the water.

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Clearing his throat, he replies, ~:Uhm, y-yes. Of course not…:~ calming down and letting out a sigh, he awaited the next step in this process. The bucket came, brought by one of the scaly skinned orcs under the now Minor Dark Lord with his old master’s return. “You wished for a bucket?” asked the Goblin.

"Yup." She took the bucket and frowned when she felt how light it was. "Oh far the love of…  Conery!" She shouted and the small Goblin that had carried her books rushed over. "Be a dear an’ fill this wit’ water. An’ don’t get eaten by the nixies…" She warned as it nodded happily and rushed back to the Winterlands. It hurried back, holding the bucket carefully and trying not to spill any water as a large dog nipped at it excitedly. "Heron, heel." Morgana snapped and the dog fell in line. "That is not a snack."

"M-my apologies, madam. Water is scarce here, for us at least. We have no need of it."
 At that moment, Sauron’s gaze met the orc grunt’s, but all fair manner had left it. To look into his eyes was to see your worst nightmare come true, and all the horror and doubt that lingered within one’s self took over, just from staring at them, those fiery eyes. ~:(I):~Be sure, next time, you attempt to actually bring some with it.~:(I):~ Sauron said.

The orc, coiling back now, took a nodding bow, “Of course, Lord Sauron. It will not be problem again.” he said.

~:You may go.:~ replied the Dark Lord, and with that said, the orc took another nodding bow and left them. Sauron returned his once again fair gaze to Morgana and her dog, which he took a small liking to. ~:That is a very lovely dog. I ruled over many things in my world, as Morgoth’s Second, but my favorite were my Werewolves.:~

"Oh Ah have a whole pack of these back home. My huntin’ dogs; used ta be wolves until the farmers in Ireland killed all the wolves…" she smiled as she watched the interaction. Glancing back at her goblin, she took the bucket and carefully held it in one hand before shooing the creature away. "No more compalinin’ ‘bout meh usin’ yah far target practice." She said as it hurried away.

[text] I am a responsible adult, I brought home a lost kitten and let it shit in your room

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[Text] Damn it, Morgana, you know my pets are in a ‘eat all you can find and then cough it up again’ phase!

[text] I named it Tory. I’m watching the 1994 Leprechaun again. While drunk.

[text] Hutsumi ate the poop, so I’m letting him have fun in your foyer.

[text] The goblins can clean up after him.

[text] just don’t leave the kitten with me again. Hutsumi and Juneberry don’t like cats, and I would rather not have a murder on my hands

[text] I can’t bring it home; Alicandra has plenty.

[text] well I don’t know anyone who would like a cat

[text] Give it to Pitch.

[text] I am a responsible adult, I brought home a lost kitten and let it shit in your room

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[Text] Damn it, Morgana, you know my pets are in a ‘eat all you can find and then cough it up again’ phase!

[text] I named it Tory. I’m watching the 1994 Leprechaun again. While drunk.

[text] Hutsumi ate the poop, so I’m letting him have fun in your foyer.

[text] The goblins can clean up after him.

[text] just don’t leave the kitten with me again. Hutsumi and Juneberry don’t like cats, and I would rather not have a murder on my hands

[text] I can’t bring it home; Alicandra has plenty.

[text] I am a responsible adult, I brought home a lost kitten and let it shit in your room

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[Text] Damn it, Morgana, you know my pets are in a ‘eat all you can find and then cough it up again’ phase!

[text] I named it Tory. I’m watching the 1994 Leprechaun again. While drunk.

[text] Hutsumi ate the poop, so I’m letting him have fun in your foyer.

[text] The goblins can clean up after him.

[text] I am a responsible adult, I brought home a lost kitten and let it shit in your room

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[Text] Damn it, Morgana, you know my pets are in a ‘eat all you can find and then cough it up again’ phase!

[text] I named it Tory. I’m watching the 1994 Leprechaun again. While drunk.