morana

Marzanna (in Polish), Morė (in Lithuanian), Morana (in Czech,Slovene and Croatian), or Morena (in Slovak and Russian) or also Mara, Maržena,Moréna, Mora or Marmora is a Baltic and Slavic goddess associated with seasonal rites based on the idea of death and rebirth of nature. She is often described as a demon and is associated with death, winter and nightmares. In Slavic rites the death of Marzanna towards the end of winter is juxtaposed against the birth of Jarilo – a Slavic god representing the coming of spring. (source: wikipedia)

Favourite Figures from Mythology (5/25)

Jarilo and Marzanna

Jarilo, the god of Spring, and Marzanna, the goddess of Winter, in Slavic mythology. Representing the cycle of life of Spring’s birth to Winter’s desolation, the story of Marzanna and Jarilo is one of romance, peace and love, but also death (with Marzanna, in her grief, becoming the terrifying goddess of death, frost and witchcraft). However, even their death brings a kind of renewal as they are reborn again every year.

Why Morana?

Yet again, I have received asks about my devotion to Morana - and general questions about Her, her nature and role in the Old Faith, and Her relation to us. This post is I think similar to the previous one I made about my connection to Veles. This is not informational, not academic. It’s what I feel about Her. 

Why Morana? Morana - or in my native Polish Marzanna - is the slavic Goddess of Death and Winter. Such a strange Goddess she is, so different from others worshipped in the Old Faith. Not a sweet girl in a flower crown that brings happiness and love, not a dear mother that watches over successful crops. And she’s the patron of witchcraft, and nightmares as they say, and sickness - and yet she’s worshipped. And by some loved and appreciated above others. 

What is necessary to understand to even begin thinking about Her, is that Death isn’t evil. In any form. It’s a natural cycle, a necessity, a release. A sad one, as we mortals feel so deeply and we love so strongly - but it’s not evil.

She is the one who brings the cold, the howling freezing wind that catches up to you when you hurry through the frozen field to get to the fire. She’s the one that dresses the hills and the mountains in coats of snow, and lets rivers and streams rest under an embrace of ice. She’s the one whispering in the night, and in those dead gray hours of morning when everything is still. 

She’s the one listening to your silence when you think about dying. She’s the aching in your soul when you think of times long gone, and people long lost.

She’s the one who watches with unyielding gaze as crops wither and die, as trees wither and die, as animals wither and die. As humans wither, and die, and her hands do not tremble.

She is the one we worship.

She is the one we fear.

She is the one we drown.

Her beauty is stubborn, and her love is harsh. Her burden is a heavy one to carry, and her strikes are often cruel. But there is no one - no other Old God or Goddess here - who understands better. She is the one who knows that there is no Life without Death, as all things must die so they can live anew. She is the one who knows there is no Spring without Winter, as all lands must be stilled and frozen, and hidden under whiteness, so they could later welcome sweet Jarilo and blossom and burst with green, and flowers, and life.

And She is the one who knows that there is no Death without Life, and no Winter without Spring. She knows the time comes when she has to step back, to stop the wind, to cease the breathtaking freezing lullaby. She smiles upon the Gods that sit around the fire, and dance under the summer sky, who laugh and take offerings where for her there are none. And she smiles upon the people, as they carry her effigy and sing of her, tired of winter and death and hard times, and she looks at them with understanding as they throw her into the water, as they set her on fire, as they exclaim and shout in great joy.

Every Winter has to pass so the Spring could come.

But also every Life has to pass. And the Death will come.



żmija

Jarilo & Morena

Here’s the story of Jarilo and Morena:

In Slovakian folklore, Jarilo is the god of war, vegetation, fertility, spring, and the harvest. Morena is the goddess of the harvest, witchcraft, winter, and death. Jarilo is associated with the moon and Morena is considered a daughter of the sun. Both of them are children of Perun (the god of thunder and lightning).

They are born on the night of the new year, but Jarilo is snatched from the cradle and taken to the underworld, where Veles (god of the underworld) raises him as his own. At the spring festival, Jarilo returns from the world of the dead, bringing springtime from the ever-green underworld into the realm of the living. He meets his sister Morena and courts her. At the beginning of summer, they are married. This sacred union between brother and sister (children of the supreme god) brings fertility and abundance to earth, ensuring a bountiful harvest. And, since Jarilo was raised by Veles and his wife is the daughter of Perun, their marriage brings peace between two great gods and ensures there will be no storms to damage the harvest.

After the harvest, however, Jarilo makes a bad choice. He is unfaithful to his wife, and Morena vengefully slays him. His death returns him to the underworld. Without her husband, Morena — and all of nature with her — withers and freezes in the upcoming winter. She turns into a terrible, old, and dangerous goddess of darkness and frost, and eventually dies by the end of the year.

The whole story repeats itself anew each year. There is always a fresh springtime, followed by summer, autumn, and winter.

EASTERN EUROPEAN/BALTIC MYTHOLOGY MEME > slavic gods and goddesses [4/9]: morana

Morana is a Baltic and Slavic goddess associated with seasonal rites based on the idea of death and rebirth of nature. She is associated with death, winter and nightmares. Morana was the first goddess to witness the god of spring’s return, Jarilo, from the underworld to the realm of the living. They later got married, assuring a time of peace, prosperity and fertility to the crops. However, after the harvest, Jarilo also met his death: the myth explains that he was unfaithful to Morana and then she killed him. Without her husband, she turned into an old, frustrated hag, and also died at the end of the year. At the beginning of the next year, both Morana and Jarilo are born again and the whole myth starts anew.

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  • 5 Minutes before First Alarm: 4:55 AM

“Why am I awake before my alarm, again? Can I close my eyes for five minutes and sleep just for that? - Yes.”

5:00 alarm is blaring in his ear out like light does not hear it until it goes off after fifteen minutes of horrid alarms buzzing.

Dreams of Ardyn being pecked at by angry white chocobos.

  • 6:00 the Legit Wake Up Alarm

Fuck, so much for actually doing something this morning.”

If he wakes up by 5 AM he practices writing haiku they are amateur in his mind but if Lunafreya gets a hold of them she is posting them everywhere she has even sent them with Umbra to Noctis. (Though Noctis often thinks they are something she wrote despite she mentions it does belong to Ravus, she’s just proud of her brother’s talent.) The haiku are generally about dreams from the night before or if the birds outside his window he writes about them.


They chirp so loudly now

waking me from my deep sleep

It is pleasant though

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slavic mythology asks
  • Perun: the sky tears open with thunder - are you scared or are you one with the storm?
  • Veles: someone breaks a promise that meant everything to you - what do you do?
  • Jarilo: the spring came and with it the memories - which spring do you remember best and why?
  • Morana: the time of your death has come but you are given a choice - how do you want to go?
  • Mokosh: a plant grows on your grave after you die, carrying a piece of your soul - what plant would it be?
  • Svarog: summer's sun burns your skin and breaks your heart - which summer do you regret the most?
  • Zorja Utrennjaja: you open your eyes to the delicate light of dawn - what is the first thing you think about?
  • Zorja Vechernjaja: the sky is dark and the air sweet - what pleasure do you long for?
  • Leshy: you walk through a forest filled with whispers and hungry eyes - do you stray from the path?
  • Baba Yaga: the night is heavy and bitter - what is the worst nightmare you ever had?
  • Topielec: you wade in water on a quiet evening - is it a lake, a river, or maybe sea?
  • Żmij: you see before you a creature of hundred eyes and sly smiles - do you banish it or befriend it?
Jin’s Final Fantasy 15 Inspired Soaps

Hi everyone! Jinju here, I am in need of monies, who isn’t though? I am creating soaps inspired by Final Fantasy 15 and will be selling them on Etsy. This is the line up I will be having! I have most of the products being shipped to me now and a some on hand. There will be a discount for followers of my main blog and smut blog, like 10 - 15% off total purchase. Pricing for one 4 oz (standard size) bar will be about $5 plus shipping. The pricing might change that is the basic price for right now.

I plan on making a batch of each then any after that people will need to wait for them to cure. One batch makes about 8 soaps.

If you are interested in any of these soaps just send me a “ask” and I’ll answer, I would like to see who would be the most popular one. So I know who to make more of!

Noctis Lucis Caelum: Lavender, camomile, cinnamon and mandarin orange. (Sleep inspired)

Prompto Argentum: Honeysuckle, peaberry, sea breeze. (sunshine inspired)

Ignis Scientia: Coffee, milk, almond and coffee grounds. (Ebony inspired)

Gladiolus Amicitia: Fresh cut grass, musk, bergamot. (outdoors inspired)

Ravus Nox Fleuret: *Tea infusion* Emperor Dragon Pearl and Dragon Silver Needles (relaxation inspired)

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret: Lavender, violet, rose, mandarin orange. (sleep inspired)

Nyx Ulric: leather, patchouli, lemongrass (outdoorsman inspired)

Cor Leonis: Vanilla, camp fire, orange and cinnamon. (travel inspired)

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OC’s From Tumblr Fandom (These are only available to the owners of the OC!! And will only sell with their permission!)

Morana Tarda: Campfire, dragons blood, lemongrass.

Ruby Philomela: Sea breeze, peaberry, violet

Penelope Ulixes: Primrose, used book, coffee

Sheridan Edmonton: Violet, peaberry, primrose.

@rubyreddemise @sylleblossompetals @stephicness I made scents for your OCs!

@themissimmortal The soaps I was talking about!

when you first
laid your eyes
upon his vernal grace
you knew it.
he wasn’t meant for you.

when you first
met him
and returned his warm smile
your knees were shaking
(it was the first time in years you felt something)
and yet
you knew it.
he wasn’t meant for you.

when you first
sat by his side under a tree
and his fingers traveled amongst your locks of hair
he looked at you
and you saw spring blooming in his eyes
but your very own eyes had winter
the cold, killer, merciless winter.
you knew it.
he wasn’t meant for you.

he wasn’t meant for you
because he was too pure
too lively
too alive
to be ruined by you.
you were a savage force of nature
a grim goddess of death
you were too cruel to taint him with your twisted love
(and you still are).

in your wedding day
everyone seemed happy
except for you.
you were delighted to spend the whole time by his side
but you still knew it.
he wasn’t meant for you.
you would be his damnation.

and when he fell by your feet
with a trail of blood falling over his lips
and life fading from his core
you were expecting it
you knew
sooner or later
you would destroy him
but you still wept
you still cursed yourself
for he loved you
and you loved him
but he wasn’t meant for you.
he never was.

—  love, too, can be destructive; l.t.