by tomasoverbai
by tomasoverbai
Quick Morrigan sketch. Because I need more Morrigan.
Her smile is a dead language.
A man could search his whole life for the carven slab
That will unlock its secrets.I alone translated her,
But you would not believe the stories she told,
Or how her laughter once pealed.Millennia hence, scholars
Will spread her out like cuneiform tablets,
To divine woman from myth.They’ll say she was a carven slab.
That her prideful cheek commanded, “Look on my
Works, ye mighty, and despair.”“No, it’s just an idiom,”
I’d shout in every language man ever spoke
Though they wouldn’t hear me anyway.(with apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley)
(Source: invader-xim)
Open to submissions of any Morrimance art and fics.
by Ying Liu.
Forgive the roughness. But I intended this to be rough.
This tackles a conversation in the latter part of the Morrigan romance.
I forgot to draw Morri’s necklace… and the bra lstrap… which makes it seem she’s not wearing any. lololol.
(Source: invader-xim)
First of all, sorry for the lack of posts. I only have time for sleep nowadays. Anyway, since I want to keep the morrigan love flowing, this tumblog is open for another admin! Drop a message via ask if interested!

~chakhabit’s dAmuro doodle on *ximena07’s page.
Flemeth once told me that temptation lies in the forbidden. 'Do not follow me,' I said, and slipped into the shadows. Some doors should never be re-opened.