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Oliver Jackson-Cohen as James Ellis in Surface (1X03)

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“Of all the things to go bump in the night, dark clouds have never chilled me to my bones.” Fire flickered behind verdant eyes, lit up like jades as his mouth curved. He always revered Luca: in the way that one does when they come across someone who had achieved just what they wanted— even though Hecate still had his magic leashed and collared, he saw the other man as an equal. It would be soon, he had decided, even though he had yet to tell Rey and Rez, and all that was left was the act: a blade was sharpened and the gauze set out: lest the wound bleed once severed. “Are you going somewhere right now?” He willed the words to sound purposeful, and less like a boy eager to dog at a man’s heels. “I have something to show you.”

location: witches quarters, near the apothecary. featuring: luca delacore / @demxnaic

There was electricity in the air– a summer storm was brewing in a colourful evening sky. Tangerine spread between the blotting of clouds, and Saint's magic felt dampened by the promise of rain. It felt foolish, to be a fire witch surrounded by swamp, but the whisper of magic between the cobbled stone underfoot and the echo of darkness clinging to the grimoire he'd purchased that evening, carefully wrapped in butcher's paper, was enough to give him anchor to stay. Hecate's presence loomed unwelcome, and each spellbook that he read further closed the distance between himself and its severance. Steps behind him made him pause, and flame lit verdant eyes to gemstones when he turned, canting his head in recognition. "It's a nasty night to take a stroll, unless of course–" Saint's smile curved. "You figure yourself nastier than the weather."

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THOMAS DOHERTY as WALTER THE INVITATION (2022) dir. Jessica M. Thompson

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Mery leaned onto the scarred surface of the bar, passing off a wide grin at the woman who had been making her drinks all night. "If I order another two, will we be forced into some girl talk?" She swirled the glass before taking a sip. "You just make a delicious whiskey sour, I promise I'm alright." Her head tipped and she gestured to the couple sat nearby. "They on the other hand, look like they're on a first date and they've been my prime source of entertainment all night. Got any details to pad out the story I've created for them in my head?"

where: soul to take (dive bar)

who: open!!

Sienna bartended and waitressed at too many places to count within the last year. If she could get a steady shift schedule she was there. Tonight she was at the dive bar and for the most part it was going smoothly, going through the motions. "You know one more of these and I might have to ask if you're okay." she commented placing a drink on the table.

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                                                     the thing is, ellen bass

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location: near skin deep featuring: silas hendrickson / @hcllfireandbrimstone

It would have been a lie to say that Alice hadn't of slowed by the shop when she passed it, as it would have been to say that her light gaze hadn't peered into the windows of the tattoo shop, seeking out a familiar figure– and it would have been entirely untruthful to say that she hadn't of heaved in disappointment to find the lights out and the place vacant. She began to continue her walk home, turning down the alley with her bags in hand when the side door pushed open, and Silas spilled out of it. Her lips bent, but she swallowed down anything that could be construed as being eager, brushing her hair behind her ear with ease. "Hey," Alice called out. "You done for the day?"

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location: witches quarters, near the apothecary. featuring: luca delacore / @demxnaic

There was electricity in the air– a summer storm was brewing in a colourful evening sky. Tangerine spread between the blotting of clouds, and Saint's magic felt dampened by the promise of rain. It felt foolish, to be a fire witch surrounded by swamp, but the whisper of magic between the cobbled stone underfoot and the echo of darkness clinging to the grimoire he'd purchased that evening, carefully wrapped in butcher's paper, was enough to give him anchor to stay. Hecate's presence loomed unwelcome, and each spellbook that he read further closed the distance between himself and its severance. Steps behind him made him pause, and flame lit verdant eyes to gemstones when he turned, canting his head in recognition. "It's a nasty night to take a stroll, unless of course–" Saint's smile curved. "You figure yourself nastier than the weather."

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𝕸𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓, 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖐𝖓𝖎𝖋𝖊–

                                       ( rachel mckibbens / shiv ) 

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ALEJANDRO SPEITZER Oscuro Deseo 2.02 

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ARON PIPER  via instagram

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Dichen in Altered Carbon 1x09