haven’t figured out anything about the witcher verse that i want to add to this blog except for the fact that magnus will 100% be best friends with keira metz, ok !!
.•✧•. BELATED BIRTHDAY SURPRISE . // @magnvs .
𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 ,
held reverently as though the HOLY GRAIL itself has found it’s way across centuries ( much like the warlock holding it ) and come to rest within pale palms . a potion … of sorts . the liquid a swirl of purple , glittered wisps catching the light with every minuscule movement of his hand . within the glass , an intricate brew , one he has been working on for the past few months .
there’s a hint of a nervous smile gracing full lips as he extends the GIFT towards the other , awaiting his verdict , anticipation almost palpable in the air between them .
❛ HAPPY BIRTHDAY , my love . ❜ and at this , he does smile the bottle now unstoppered to reveal a unique scent , one only tangible to it’s user . ❛ a simple bottle of perfume would have been too easy . instead , I played around with a few potions to give you a perfume that smells of the things you love most . so now , wherever you are , whatever you might be doing , you can be reminded of those things . ❜ he’s grinning now , blue hues sparking with unrestrained triumph . ❛ oh , and it’s magicked to never run out ! ❜
happy new year, don’t forget that australia's south coast fire, stretched out, could draw a line from sydney to afghanistan & that the capital city currently has the worst air quality in the world - about 20x over the unsafe threshold.
just logging in to tell y’all: i always knew that miss veronica cordelia lodge was going to be a columbia girl, bye!
𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 together , as if in prayer , and closed his eyes . ❝ My father , ❞ he said , and Clary heard Alec suck in his breath with a gasp . ❝ My father , who art in Hell , UNHALLOWED be thy name . Thy Kingdom come , thy will be done , in 𝔢𝔡𝔬𝔪 as it is in 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑 . Forgive not my sins , for in that 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴𝚂 there shall be neither loving kindness , nor compassion , nor redemption . 𝙈𝙔 𝙁𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 , who makes war in high places and low , come to me now ; I call you as your son , and incur upon myself the ɹǝsdousıqılıʇʎ oɟ ʎonɹ snɯɯouıuƃ . ❞
✧・゚:* DAUGHTER LYRIC STARTERS ╱ OPEN.
❝ Most of us are bitter over someone . ❞
𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 read from across the surface of the pool , gaze remaining suitably level from behind the Cartier sunglasses which cost more than the total sum of savings that most people his age have in their bank accountsthough there remains a noticeable furrow to Magnus’ brow even as he lounges on a deck chair beside Astoria , margarita in hand . He does not doubt that her words are intended to be comforting ( she has an excellent track record when it concerns the matter of telling Magnus precisely what he needs to hear ) , but even Astoria cannot always find victory over his pride . ❝ I DON’T KNOW what you mean , ❞ he tells her .
↪ @shexquisite.
( * &. – DAUGHTER LYRIC STARTERS .
HOW .
- ‘ how long must i wait for you? ’
- ‘ how long must i wait for you to become what i need? ’
- ‘ how long before the last dance? ’
- ‘ how come he’s the one to let me down? ’
SMOTHER .
- ‘ i want all that is not mine. ’
- ‘ i want him, but we’re not right. ’
- ‘ they will all agree i’m a suffocate. ’
- ‘ i should go now quietly. ’
- ‘ what a mess i leave to follow. ’
- ‘ i’m sorry if i smothered you. ’
CANDLES .
- ‘ take me away into the night. ’
- ‘ i’ll do whatever you say to me in the dark. ’
- ‘ blow out all the candles. ’
- ‘ you’re too old to be this shy. ’
- ‘ i bite my tongue and torch my dreams. ’
- ‘ things cannot be reversed, we learn from the time we are cursed. ’
- ‘ we both know i’ll never be your lover. ’
HUMAN .
- ‘ my mind’s lost in bleak visions. ’
- ‘ i’ve tried to escape but keep sinking. ’
- ‘ he’s lost faith he’ll ever see again. ’
- ‘ buried deep within there’s a human. ’
- ‘ despite everything i’m still human. ’
- ‘ i think i’m dying here. ’
- ‘ i’m all ready for healing. ’
- ‘ i think that i’m still human. ’
LANDFILL .
- ‘ don’t think about the consequences. ’
- ‘ don’t think about the choices you make. ’
- ‘ this is torturous electricity between both of us. ’
- ‘ this is dangerous because i what you so much. ’
- ‘ i want you so much, but i hate your guts. ’
- ‘ i hate you. ’
- ‘ wipe away your tear stains. ’
- ‘ thought you said you didn’t feel pain. ’
MEDICINE .
- ‘ pick it all up and start again. ’
- ‘ you’ve got a second chance. ’
- ‘ you could go home. ’
- ‘ escape it all, it’s just irrelevant. ’
- ‘ it’s just medicine. ’
- ‘ you could still be what you want to. ’
- ‘ you’ve got a warm heart. ’
- ‘ you’ve got a beautiful brain. ’
- ‘ it’s disintegrating from all the medicine. ’
ALONE / WITH YOU .
- ‘ i hate sleeping alone. ’
- ‘ i hate living alone. ’
- ‘ talking to myself is boring conversation. ’
- ‘ me and i are not friends, she is only an acquaintance. ’
- ‘ i hate dreaming of being alone ‘cause you are never there. ’
- ‘ i should get a dog or something. ’
- ‘ i hate sleeping with you ‘cause you are never there. ’
- ‘ you and i were once friends, now you’re only an acquaintance. ’
- ‘ i hate dreaming of being with you. ’
LOVE .
- ‘ i can’t forget it, though i’ve tried. ’
- ‘ i know you regret it, you told me so many times. ’
- ‘ but i still wonder why you left with her and left me behind. ’
- ‘ take your hands off him ‘cause he’s the only one that i have ever loved. ’
- ‘ he’s the only one that i have ever loved. ’
- ‘ please don’t find her skin when you turn the lights off. ’
- ‘ i can’t erase it from my mind. ’
- ‘ i just reply it, think about it all the time. ’
- ‘ i don’t want to imagine the words you spoke to her that night. ’
- ‘ you both knew i’d be bleeding inside. ’
- ‘ did she make your heart beat faster than i could? ’
- ‘ did she give you what you hoped for? ’
- ‘ i hope it made you feel good knowing how much i adored you. ’
- ‘ you’re making me sick, love. ’
YOUTH .
- ‘ it’s a waste of time. ’
- ‘ if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones. ’
- ‘ most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs. ’
- ‘ we are the reckless, we are the wild youth. ’
- ‘ one day we’ll reveal the truth. ’
- ‘ if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones. ’
- ‘ most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone. ’
- ‘ we’re setting fire to our insides for fun. ’
- ‘ it was a flood that wrecked this home. ’
- ‘ you caused it. ’
- ‘ i’m a lifeless face that you’ll soon forget. ’
- ‘ my eyes are damp from the words you left ringing in my head when you broke my chest. ’
- ‘ if you’re in love then you are the lucky one. ’
- ‘ most of us are bitter over someone. ’
- ‘ i’m forever missing him. ’
✧ @magnvs :
here’s a letter written out in perfectly looped handwriting on magnus’ classic monogrammed stationary, left for merlin to wake up to while magnus portals to paris & buys him croissants and macarons from their favourite little bakery in the 9th arrondissement (you know the one). “do you ever think about the *massive* impact you’ve left on the world? think of everything that wouldn’t be here if not for you. entire countries? most likely. civilisation as we know it? probably. me? definitely. in 1507 years, you’ve filled up the entire world with traces and pieces of yourself, hidden in every corner, even if no one quite knows it - but i accepted long ago that you have shaped every single one of my movements from the moment that i fell in love. i pray that my life will always go hand in hand with yours. happy birthday, my love. i’ll see you soon. magnus.” a postscript near the end of the page reads, “new york is too cold for a bright soul like yours - i should awfully like to go away with you somewhere where it is hot and coloured. dress lightly.” (let’s pretend it’s still november 1st, shall we? even though in this house, it’s never too late to celebrate merlin’s birthday.)
.•✧•. 1507TH BIRTHDAY . // accepting .
THE WARLOCK WAKES AS IF FROM A HAZE , sunlight streaming in through curtained windows as if in active rebellion against the longer , darker nights taking hold of the city . or perhaps merlin had simply slept in ( which wasn’t a rare occcurance - not at 18 , especially not at 1507 ) . except now , he could blame old age for that particular vice . stretching , his hand reaches towards the side usually occupied by his companion , though fingers grasp at nothing but empty sheets . hues of blue peek from beneath dark lashes , confirming magnus’ ABSENCE in one dreary sweep of his surroundings . and all of a sudden , the day doesn’t seem as bright anymore . surely , his husband wouldn’t leave him on his birthday …
a second , more thorough , glance around the room alerts merlin to the note left on his bedside table which lithe fingers pluck from the surface almost immediately . lips tug at the corners in a growing smile as he DEVOURS each and every word looped across the page in magnus’ perfect handwriting .
merlin loved him . dear god , he loved him with an alarming intensity that only seemed to grow with each year that passed them by in blissful companionship . all those years before did not shine as brightly as the day magnus BLAZED his way into his life . it was as though he woke up from a haze with brilliant sunshine caressing skin starved of light , banishing memories of the dark in one fell swoop . much like this morning . so who was it that left a bigger impact on who ? merlin supposed it was equally life changing for the both of them .
a fire message is hastily composed and sent to the other warlock , SOFT smile gracing merlin’s lips as he buries himself back under the covers :
‘ i find myself alone , in a bed , on my birthday , with my personal ray of sunshine nowhere in sight . come back soon . the maker of civilisations demands it . merlin . ’
PSA from a south-east asian: y’all have got to stop changing magnus’ ethnicity! thanks!
please know that australia is on fire. we’ve lost 10 times the amount of land the amazon rainforest lost. we are in drought. no one is talking about it. our government is ignoring climate change. the firefighters are now paying for fuel for their trucks out of their own pockets. our prime minister refuses international help. people are dying. wildlife are dying. the fires are catastrophic and spreading so fast. please hear us. my home is burning. it is spring.
✧・゚:* myyrddin *:・゚✧
WITHIN THE PAST TWENTY FOUR HOURS his life had been threatened more times than merlin had the desire to count . his uncle , the telmarine army , a dwarf , a MOUSE and every other narnian who he didn’t think existed until now . strange , how things could become so different in a matter of momentsan exiled prince leading an army of narnians from tales of old when only yesterday their existence was nothing more than a curious illustration in gaius’ forbidden tome .
and there was still a part of him that wanted to believe in magic ( the terribly naive and childish part ) , that all of this had been fated long ago . a boy on the cusp of manhood , a prince moulding into a king . grand delusions or irrevocable faith in the unseen ? there was one thing that merlin did know , and it was that the peace he had promised the narnians walking beside him could not be achieved without SACRIFICE . a battle the likes of which narnia hasn’t seen in a thousand years was dawning on the horizon .
yet somber thoughts did not offer distraction enough to miss the telling rustling of leaves ( his first encounter with reepicheep had him on high alert ever since ) before a stranger’s arrow is aimed MALICIOUSLY at an unsuspecting minotaur within his company . the prince spares no thought before telmar sword skims the distance between them and comes dangerously close to delicate neck of the would - be - assassin .
but the confident drawl of the stranger’s words gives him pause , dark brows twisting in confusion before blue hues take note of the man’s bow and the almost familiar GOLDEN eyes come to life from the pages of an ancient tome that had enraptured him ever since he was a child . ❛ high king magnus ? ❜
and sword lowers hastily , fingers gripping the hilt with anxious energy though the quirk of full lips portrays anything but , ❛ i was expecting someone OLDER … ❜
𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋-𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃. It remains a difficult concept to grasp ; the idea that so much time has passed in Narnia when he had only spent a year in his own world after having tumbled back through the wardrobe which had once granted him entry to what would soon become his kingdom ( a part of him aches at the realisation that he had never said a proper goodbye to Mr . Tumnus , or Mr . && Mrs . Beaver ) . . . but Magnus supposes that there remain a great deal of stranger and entirely more pressing matters which are rightly calling for his attention . Perhaps he should start with the silver blade , which hovers dangerously at the curve of his neck as the stranger speaks .
His eyes flicker downward , and remain fixed upon the weapon even in the moments after it is finally lowered far enough to avoid inflicting any harm . ❝ If you’re that disappointed , I could come back in a few years , ❞ he suggests , struggling to keep his tone light even as , having felt somewhat satisfied that he was no longer in any immediate danger from the prince , his gaze flickers uncertainly towards the Minotaur . ❝ I’m sure there will be some Nazis left for me to fight in Europe . ❞
It isn’t exactly what he wants to be doing . Aslan had called him Magnus the Valiant , once but it was certainly difficult for him to feel valiant when wars waged on all fronts in his own realm and he had yet to participate . It was just that . . . Magnus had thought that he was done with war , that the end of the bloodshed and fighting between the Narnians and the White Witch’s army had marked the release of the second horseman’s clutches upon his head and heart , the retreat of the cruel harbinger’s red sword from his chest . War had embroiled the mortal world twice over , but for Magnus , it had been thrice , and his return to Narnia almost feels like a cruel repetition of history he is just as young , and just as afraid as he was in the Witch’s eternal winter .
Nevertheless ; where war is smart , he is cunning , and does not allow his fear to slip through the cracks of a wry smile in the face of those who have accepted his tale of an ordinary young man in extraordinary circumstances as mythos . He straightens up && secures his bow at his back as he speaks , before slowly extending a hand in lieu of an olive branch . ❝ I tend to go by MAGNUS , nowadays . Americans don’t particularly like the idea of royalty . ❞ He knows it’s a joke which is bound to go over Merlin’s head and it’s why Magnus quickly clears his throat , instead choosing to incline his head towards the Minotaur ; as if to insist that he’s curious , not frightened . ❝ I suppose common enemies have a tendency to unite old foes . . ?? ❞
muse x mun. // magnus x zelda.
tagged: my love @myyrddin. tagging: you !!
With ( Canadian ) Thanksgiving upon us, I wanted to take a second to say how thankful I am to all the wonderful people I’ve gotten to meet through writing Jughead here. I value you all so much, as writers but as more than that too. You are all such talented, unique, creative, beautiful individuals and I love getting to talk to you about your lives, your day, your favourite characters, anything and everything. You all hold such a special place in my heart, and I’m grateful for every friendship I have, every bit of inspiration you provide me, every kindness you show, and all that you are. You guys are amazing.
To the greatest people in the universe : @icarusinvited , @bubblegumxveil , @wrcngbitch , @witchalf , @fairisfair , @fantasyled / @shecooper , @dangeress , @nancy–wheeler , @molyes , @privilodge ( or whatever blog you currently use … ) , @mythite , @ineveryvein , @anticheryl , @magnvs , @vanityriot, @ascotwearing , @wreckshavoc , @divainity , @shedetect , @nosestealer , @reusod , @heartsunholy , @bansheeintuition , @rosescut , @phlipshea , @progenither , @richatire , @thewailer , and to those I’m forgetting, I’m sorry and I love you too <3
laptop’s in for repairs. be back soon!
* 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 ! ———————— @myyrddin. ˖⁺₊
𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐓. He can almost picture it now , he thinks , even as he continues to hike through the woods beside Trumpkin , who has cast a sideways glance towards him no less than eight times in the past twenty minutes or so , as if to check that he’s still there . Fresh meat , doused in rosemary and eager to fall away from the bone . Perhaps a side of roast potatoes , if he was lucky . Where meat had become a wartime luxury that his mother could not afford on one income , his first visit to Narnia had allowed Magnus to become accustomed to eating meat during one , even two meals each day , and he had never quite gotten used to his transition back to twentieth century American delicacies .
It is , perhaps , in poor taste to consider such a thing when he’d made a habit of befriending intelligent Narnian animals in the past but he’s been surviving on nothing but orchard apples for the last week , and he isn’t sure that he’ll even be able to stomach his mother’s Brown Betties once he returns home . If he returns ( and it’s a considerable if , particularly in Aslan’s absence ) . A low growl , however , is quick to interrupt his introspection , and Magnus is all but prepared to apologise for his stomach when a survey of golden eyes across the perimeter alerts him of the real danger .
❝ Is that ❞ is all he has time to whisper before Trumpkin is dragging him into the nearby shrubbery && and out of the Minotaur’s sight . Magnus is far from a practiced swordsman , but his aim is true , and when he edges out from their makeshift cover to pulls an arrow from the quiver strapped to his back && nock the weapon with a quiet exhale of breath , the only obstacle that successfully hinders him from letting it fly is the rush of silver as the point of a sword taps at the underside of his chin .