#the ivy

[the-home]

#The Ivy #living room #interior design #interior #bedroom #dining room #kitchen #bathroom #architecture #vintage #17th century house #historical homes #baroque

[oldfarmhouse]

🍁𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝!

𝗁𝗍𝗍𝗉s://instagram.com/theautumnchronicles

#autumn house #the ivy #curb appeal

[cpahlow]

#the ivy #spring #flowers

[jennatgirl]

What are you up to this sunday ?? Have you got those weekend vibes ?? I went out to the ivy in london and had too many cocktails , oops lol 🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

#weekendvibes #the ivy #transisbeautiful #transvengers #transgirl #xdress #transgender #glamour #jennatgirl #blonde #silver dress #fishnets #fishnetstockings #stockings #holdupstockings #crossed legs #cute crossdreser #trans pride #redlipstick #redlips #blondesdoitbetter #blondeshavemorefun

[yz]

London, November 2023.

#yzshot #london #theater district #the ivy #united kingdom #uk #england #british #street #street photography #lensblr #fujifilm #fujifilm xt20 #fujifilmxseries #travel

[azspicegirlstimeline]

12/14/00 - geri leaving the ivy restaurant.

#geri #geri halliwell #ginger spice #the ivy #the ivy restaurant #2000 #december 2000 #december 14 2000 #december 14 #december #restaurant

[alaricmacdonald]

london. dec, 22.

#35mm #london #konica hexar af #the ivy

[lydiabowesealey]

late nights 💋

#stargirl #friends #bff #besties #instagram #winter #the ivy #art deco #lana del rey aesthetic #girls with tattoos #this is what makes us girls #tumblr girls #college #rockstar gf #model off duty #nyclife #nyc girl #london #london girl #it girl #louis vuitton #cherry red #red nails #getting ready #girls night #summer #Spotify #girl interrupted

[oceansoul11]

#the ivy

[s38s73r]

The Ivy Asia, Brighton Laines, Sussex

#Brighton #The Ivy #Bar #Interior #Lights #Sussex #Night #restaurant #Lighting #Floor #Geodes

[danu2203]

Annie Lennox - The Holly & The Ivy (Music Video)

THE HOLLY AND THE IVY

#youtube #THE HOLLY #THE IVY

[sophysiaa]

man likes to spoil me and I'm ABOUT it 🥹🥰❄️

#my uploads #me #London #the ivy #hypergamy #perfume #dining #versace

[oldfarmhouse]

Someday, I’ll have a little house in the woods near a pond, with so many trees, in the midst of rain storms in Autumn. 🍂

https://www.tumblr.com/tagged/userdearautumn

#autumn porch decor #autumn stoop #the ivy

[cpahlow]

#winter #christmas #the ivy #london #england #ornaments

[senatushq]

NAME. Virgil Moretti AGE & BIRTH DATE. March 11th, 1987 & 36 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Witch COVEN. Ivy OCCUPATION. Sovereign & CEO of Ivy Enterprises FACE CLAIM. Tyler Lepley

biography

No matter how comfortable Virgil’s ticket might have been, at five years old a three hour plane ride might as well have been a week. It wasn’t as if his mother sent him alone, his nanny that doubled as security sat in the aisle across from him, but as she snoozed Virgil rang the bell again and again. The stewardess would come, tell the young witch that they’d be landing in two hours and thirty minutes, then two hours and fifteen minds, then two hours. Impatience was obvious but if Virgil was meant to remember the man that his mother had kicked out before he was even a year old, he didn’t. The Moretti family and the Ivy coven weren’t people that anyone just got to walk away from, Giacomo Barone was divorced from the sovereign but his mark remained and he was relocated to the desert. The city of lights and sin, Vegas. 

It wasn’t really the place for a kid, when Virgil got older he came to understand that on his mother’s part that had been wholly intentional. Boys need their father, she’d say, but in the same breath she’d call Giacomo a layabout and a cheater. Sarcasm was a tool she was fond of, and Giacomo had embarrassed her - a detail that Virgil wouldn’t come to realise until much later. At five years old he might as well have been meeting his father for the first time, already remarried, Vanessa Barone gave birth to Giacomo’s second child and was carrying his third before Virgil and him ever really got to meet. 

The nanny wouldn’t stay, she escorted Virgil through the airport. A walk that felt at least as long as the first class flight they’d taken from Cali. A shock of black hair and a wide grin waited for Virgil as they rounded the corner. The young witch hadn’t really known what to do or how to act, his mom told him to be polite and even at his age he held some of the grit that the Moretti line was known for. Giacomo embraced him immediately though, and somehow everything else fell into place. Virgil’s mother wasn’t without her affections, she was a busy woman, but she’d made time for him: time for his training and for his lessons, time to watch him take his first steps and sit by his bedside when he was sick. This was different though, with her there came an expectation, Giacomo knew long before Virgil did just how heavy his future was going to be. 

Giacomo was nice, funny, really funny. Classic Italian that talked incessantly with his hands, had more cousins and siblings than Virgil thought possible, and a big dinner every Sunday with more food than anyone could eat. Vanessa wasn’t a witch and Giacomo’s magic was rudimentary, it was easy to see that the sort of power that he had wasn’t in the spells that he could conjure. The room lit up when he entered, and even when he was telling his stupid, corny jokes, everyone always seemed to laugh. In his youth Virgil never got to see them interact, but maybe there had been a time when the Moretti matriarch had married for love, only to be betrayed by it. 

Holidays were for Virgil’s mother, the rest of the year was too. In this he knew to rise to her expectations, to study, to practise, and to excel. But for a month in the summer, every year, Virgil got to goof off with his old man. She was smart enough to send him with homework, but it was light enough to come with her understanding. His mother also remarried, though not so quickly, and whatever urgency Giacomo had possessed was absent. This time the match was better, at least that’s what she’d told Virgil: he’s an equal, and Virgil didn’t question why Giacomo wasn’t. His step father didn’t ask Virgil to call him dad, but he did have him accompany him to the office. At too young of an age he sat in on meetings that were too boring for him to understand, but he did it, because someday he’d have no choice. 

Eoin was the baby brother that had been promised, not the spare to his heir but the product of whatever love their mother had felt for her second husband. Eoin didn’t have the privilege of getting a summer month with Giacomo and the extended family, he didn’t have the lightness of the man’s humour so Virgil tried to give it to him. Corny jokes and constant ribbing, Eoin was talented and he would grow up to be strong but the older brother’s urge to protect the younger of the two never wavered. 

“No mom, I’m not tired.” 

At eight he’d learned that even if his mom was calling him at the crack of dawn, Virgil should be alert. Awake. She wanted to hear the awareness in his voice, and a smile to welcome her greeting. Up at daybreak, their fortune hadn’t come overnight, but with the endless practice of repetition and growth. The coven changed with the times, but any power worth seizing came with a cost, rituals under the full moon, blood sacrifices spilled over a boardroom table. Virgil’s disposition grew alongside him, he’d inherited his father’s sense of humour, but his mother’s power and ruthlessness. When it came to importance, nothing would ever beat his family and their legacy.

Blood spilled over cobbled floors as the last few ragged remnants of witches’ dying breaths filtered through the air between them. At eighteen Virgil’s mark had come into maturity, but someday he’d be a sovereign which meant he needed to be blooded. To see and feel firsthand the dark purpose that the Ivy had vowed itself to, the deaths of any supernatural were a waste, and nothing but them in greater danger than exposure. The coven had adapted over the years, but so had the rest of humanity. While Rome remained under the rule of the senate, much of the rest of the world was lawless. Blood magic, black market trading, the Ivy kept other witches in check while taking on the odd but necessary contract.

The spell that came from his mother’s lips next wasn’t one that the future sovereign would forget, her mark etched its way over the bodies of the witches she laid hands on, taking with it as it receded the magic that had once been abused within them. Their lives were their own, but they’d never cast again, and their power was added to the Ivy’s reserves. 

By thirty-three Virgil was a fixture in the boardroom, a leader in their occult practices, and a visionary when it came to their various enterprises. They had their roots in land development and investment banking, but the world was growing and they needed to as well. Investments into private research, pharmaceuticals, medical technologies, and space expeditions. The edge they held over the rest of the world was the supernatural, awareness of the Otherworld and its immense vastness. Natural progression saw his mother step back into retirement, a proud matriarchal figure that remained to advise but was content to reap the benefits of a fruitful empire. Rumblings from Rome had come and gone over the years, though their problems were self-contained, managed by The Eye, and otherwise dealt with by the Amaranthus. As the issues escalated, the Amaranthus extinguished, The Eye stepped into the light, and the Ivy took root in Rome. 

personality

+ jolly, ambitious, reliable – unforgiving, cutthroat, dogmatic

played by shane. est. he/him.

#takenm #takenc #takenwitch #the ivy

[azspicegirlstimeline]

8/1/00 - geri leaves the ivy after viewing jerry hall's first performance in the graduate.

#geri #geri halliwell #2000 #august 1 2000 #august 1 #august 2000 #august #the ivy #jerry hall #the graduate #ginger spice