𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔢 ,

[mvrigny]

𝖒𝖛𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖞 :      ind.    arch - mage  of  the  college  of  winterhold. affiliated with : bnjmin. ulfhrafnx.

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[mvrigny]

apologies for being gone as always, i haven't been able to write to save my life. ive been trying by doing little snippets of stuff for bree and mae in a notepad and maybe ill post those eventually but i fear my brain has simply become smooth like a pebble. i love u guys and i miss u

[mvrigny]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! 🎈🥳🎂🎉

this is obviously several months late for a response but i hope you know you'll live in my heart until the day i die

[rlyehtaxidermist]

"immortality sucks because all your friends die" all your friends die anyway. those we do not mourn are those who mourn us.

"immortality sucks because you forget who you are" we always forget who we are. do you remember who you were at four years of age? who you were at fourteen? "who i am" is a shadow cast on the wall.

"immortality sucks because" skill issue. skill issue. skill issue. give me your liver

[dovaeh]

you and atlas are one and the same, cursed to hold a weight you cannot bear and still standing —— not because you can but because you have to. maesena, the last dragonborn. written by andrea. ©

[luke-thompsons]

ANYA CHALOTRA as YENNEFER DE VENGERBERG in THE WITCHER: SEASON THREE | Episode 5: The Art of Illusion

[joncarling-deactivated20190604]

the moon follows

[modelsof-color]

Saffron Vadher by Greg Swales for Vogue India - September 2018

[strnza]

HOW’D    YOU    GET    SO    SWEET?      /      eliza  cecilia  kardel,  original  character  featuring  fandom  verses:  supernatural,  star  wars  +  more.      low  activity,  low  stress  +  private  (mutuals  only).

[mvrigny]

“  no  more  questions  about  me.  ”    @icewept-a,    𝔱𝔥𝔢  𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱  𝔬𝔣  𝔲𝔰.

“it  isn't  my  fault  you've  piqued  my  interest.    you  really  should  blame  yourself  for  my  curiosity.”    she  smiles,    hardly  joking.    what  is  there  to  talk  about  otherwise?    she  doesn’t  enjoy  small  talk  lately,    overtired  from  all  the  nobles  and  their  lackeys  trying  to  pick  through  her  head,    and  remains  too  protective  of  the  school  to  speak  of  it  much  with  strangers.    what  she  can  sense  in  him  is  infinitely  more  fascinating    —    a  puzzle  itching  to  be  solved.

the  challenge  of  his  iciness  makes  it  all  the  more  fun.    “your  turn  then.    ask  your  questions,    or  tell  me  of  something  interesting.”    minerva  can  always  find  a  way  in  even  when  she  isn't  so  overtly  interrogating.    she  tucks her hand beneath her chin,    brows  lofted.

[mvrigny]

“  you’re  not  immune  from  being  ripped  apart.  ”    @savagecowboy,    𝔱𝔥𝔢  𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱  𝔬𝔣  𝔲𝔰.

in  spite  of  herself,    she  laughs.    “i  never  said  i  was.    my  confidence  doesn’t  make  me  foolhardy.”    and  there  is  plenty  she  can  do  to  protect  her  physical  form  as  well  as  she  does  her  spirit,    her  mind.    it  is  the  house  to  her  most  precious  and  most  obsessively  kept  possession:    her  magick.    she  isn’t  immune  to  the  sharp  edges  of  a  creature  like  him,    but  that  hardly  makes  her  easy  prey.

and  although  she  will  not  share  what  cards  she  holds,    it  feels  only  fair  to  offer  her  own  warning,    her  tone  flatter  now.    “you  should  not  test  the  level  of  protections  i  have  on  my  person,    severen.    it  will  put  to  waste  all  the  work  i’ve  done  for  your  daylight  jewelry.”    whether  or  not  his  words  are  a  threat  or  a  warning,    she  wishes  to  be  clear  in  where she stands.

[mvrigny]

she's not ur gf but she could be

[mvrigny]

she

[mvrigny]

small potions :)

[winesold]

It had been quite the journey coming all the way here from Dragon's Bridge but he was glad to have finally arrived at the gates of the College of Winterhold and by the Gods what a marvelous site it was. The architecture caught his eye as he passed through the metal bars that contained it; but he was not here for some magic spell or some lesson in the arcane. No, he was here for its Arch-Mage (@mvrigny). His beloved. His Minerva.

It had been ages since he last saw her, and every fledgling he sent to check on her ended up back at his doorstep in pieces. Perhaps if he visited her himself she would be less... brutal.

Adonalius starts asking passing professors questions about her, asking her if she was here, if she were available to talk and most were too busy to give him a clear answer until he manages to convince one of them to rely the message to her that he was here.

[mvrigny]

it's  one  of  the  few  moments  of  peace  since  she'd  taken  the  position,    and  this  of  course  means  that  she  can't  be  left  alone  for  even  a  minute.    between  tolfdir  flitting  in  and  out  as  he  pleases,    the  letters  piling  up,    and  the  acolytes  who  hadn't  gotten  the  memo  to  stay  out  when  the  door  is  shut,    she's  on  the  verge  of  ripping  out  her  hair  when  collette  comes  in.    the  smirk  on  her  mouth  does  her  no  favors  but  before  minerva  can  chastise  her,    she  croons  something  about  her  sweetheart  being  here.

adonalius.    they'd  left  things  on  an  extremely  sour  note    (    especially  with  her  killing  a  couple  of  his  progenies  solely  to  make  a  point    )    and  she  feels  conflicted    —    torn  between  dismay  and  excitement.    it's  been  so  long.    she  stands  slowly  and  shooes  the  healer  away,    taking  her  time  taking  the  other  staircase  down.

and  when  she  strolls  out  of  the  hall  of  elements,    hit  with  an  icy  wave  of  frost  and  fog,    she  sees  him  immediately.    how  could  she  miss  him?    her  stomach  lifts  toward  her  chest  and  she  has  to  work  hard  to  keep  her  face  stoic  as  she  approaches,    pale  eyes  cold.

"follow  me,    adonalius."    she  commands,    turning  on  her  heel  to  lead  him  through  the  hall  of  elements  and  up  toward  her  study.    minerva  has  no  desire  to  be  eavesdropped  on  by  nosy  little  apprentices.

[mvrigny]

mommy? sorry.... mommy?

[telumendils]

Sandra Bullock & Aidan Quinn ↳ Practical Magic (1998)