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[deathbeckons]

@ilbuia​​

Azagi always wanted to commit murder, but she didn’t quite think she ever wanted to commit murder more than she did in this moment. She could feel every atom of her body burning with wrath and yet no input to let it out. She had stormed over to Asylum, all worry of whether Azarius would be there or not burned away by the pure rage she felt in her heart. Once she made her way to Jahi and sat next to her, it was clear the woman was absolutely seething, with rage. “Perhaps we shouldn’t stay here. I need to break things, or kill somebody, and I don’t think Azarius would be best please if I destroy his bar and his clientele.” She reached over the bar for a beer, opening it with her teeth before spitting the cap off onto the floor. 

[cavernovs]

LONG TIME COMING. 

LOCATION: Nora’s Place.  TIME: 05:52 CLOSED FOR: @ilbuia​

Jack never regretted a lot of things, a curse in itself was to live and regret. Longer still was that unpleasantness for an immortal, extended and drawn out with its sole purpose to drive deep the message; learn from the mistakes of regret. He never really did, instead just wore them like badges of honour; a celebration of survival that nobody could physically witness. Except he was beginning to feel the sharp end of it all with Evanora’s dismissal – rejection, if translated another way. He didn’t think he was wrong, that she was throwing terms around without considering consequence. He’d just seen its price with Malcolm – and perhaps it made it all the more real, what she was suggesting to him; planting an idea in his mind that he’d never considered.

Never thought it was a possibility, Evanora cannot die. There had never been a reason to ponder alternatives, never been an existence where she wasn’t his witch, one of his oldest friends – a companion that kicked him, grilled him and loved him – in her own way, like he did her, some long standing thing that Jakoris wasn’t mature enough to ever put into words. But it was, that.

So she wasn’t allowed to talk about her death like it was real.

She was a powerful, near millennia old witch who’d put him down more times than he’d ever admit aloud. Epochs couldn’t destroy her, it wasn’t allowed to be something trivial like age – something so sickeningly mortal.

But even with magic, she was just that, a sub breed of a human – and it wasn’t like he ever forgot the fragility of her. It was simply, he never imagined her dying.

And fighting over text like they were lovesick teenagers bickering over dinner – which, Jack knew would be a later discussion, rather than argumentation. If he had his way. It was agonising, to have to battle his case – paint himself the monster, tell her all the horror stories she managed to avoid about him just to put her off – anything so she’d listen to him and how crazy her jibing sounded, after all she begged him for was the opposite.

He thought he always listened; he certainly had the senses for it. There was teasing – years of it, a back and forth that always seemed easy despite his own fears about it – about her fragility. An irony he knows, to never think she’d die, but be aware of how mortal she is. The ultimate lie he tells himself, because he’d seen her power time and time again. Convinced himself nothing but him could touch her. That he was close enough to the witch that she might not have the advantage; lose himself and in turn lose her, but he never believed he actually would.

E: If you went too far, I’d stop you… you know that. J: And if you couldn’t? E: Then you’d turn me. J: Nora. That isn’t a joke.

And to him, he hadn’t been. Whether it was the implied lack of maturity to have the conversation, he could read between Evanora’s lines in messages, felt the plastic of the device crack in his hand when he’d read it – like her dying was just another blip. Another irony, he could kill and maim anyone, but she was not to be touched.

Evanora what have you done to me? The Davenport had bolted upright, out from beneath covers like he’d awoken from a nightmare. 

Dawn was approaching, he’d been prepared to sleep through it, and then there was this. A childish debate about death. Right at the time where the West were already delicate. Like you really give a fuck. A thought not suitable for someone in his position – a Vizier because he should care; want to repair bridges and forget about dumb text conversations. Technology; still a curse as it was a blessing. The vampire still riled from earlier; Evanora’s transgressions with another that she’d use to get beneath his skin – and successfully, to no surprise.

This wasn’t that.

E: I’m not joking, Jack. Tell me you’d let me die. Make me believe it. J: You’re not going to die.

Because he’d told her: you’re not like me, reminded her how good she was – and really that word meant better than him. There was a part of him that warred against his disapproval of the idea – a sick little twisted part that got a little hard over the idea of how strong his witch – or former witch would be if she sported fangs, wore his eyes and removed all invisible barriers that they’d never acknowledged in centuries. She’d understand him, the curse – the way fangs sunk into flesh; an aphrodisiac – but she isn’t you, Jack. If he let that part win and tell him that it was the easy option – turn her, make her like you, no magic; become equals in some ways. Different in others, the little specks of humour that he might enjoy teaching her as one of his protégé’s; satisfaction in how she was older, but younger in species. Share a bond like no other, both terrifying and thrilling to know her emotions; horrific that she would in turn, be aware of his. 

He swallowed, dragged shorts up his legs, scooped a tee off the floor and sped his way to Nora’s – she protested that too. But he’d have knocked her door down if she tried to deny him. You’re not like me, Ev. And I’m not like you.

But she could be – she might. If he heard her out. And whilst he’d agreed, he didn’t fucking want to. Because he knew that each word against his would drive something sharp into the little pit of impulse that he hid away in the dark crevasses of his mind, tried to shut out the part of him that snapped like a switch when provoked – made messes, left corpses and made vicious desires surface that few could handle.

Evanora hadn’t been subjected to that, and he feared the idea of it – and Jack Davenport didn’t like to fear anything.

By the end, he wasn’t sure who was pleading with the other. It was denial that birthed it, she’d tried to tell him and whilst he knew what she was saying, he never believed it, never thought she could really be dying – or withering, or whatever age old witches did after so long. A faux immortality, the same as them all; playing pretend. He wasn’t a good person, he didn’t deserve the witch that tolerated him and stuck by him despite his conflictions, his less than savoury habits and a somewhat selfish and too prideful nature that kept him at a distance.

“Nora,” he’d called it before he’d even reached the door – let himself in like he was chasing a ghost that was already gone. Putting ideas in his own head only spurred a kind of primitive response, something defensive and possessive. Toxicity in most forms. She had centuries on him – and that air of wisdom when she was in one of her serious moods quelled Jack’s witty humour. But even then, her jokes that evening weren’t exactly making either of them laugh. His backlash to her had been unfair:

J: I can bring someone on the way, you can practice being a fledgling, Nora. E: Come. J: So now you’re not interested? Funny that, babe. E: Oh, forget it.

Sarcasm easily read off a screen – and they knew each other better than most. He hadn’t kept any of his empty threats, didn’t intend to further his ideations to put her off the idea. Jack knew he could keep pushing, let it get out of hand, fly off the rails and watch her repulse at the idea of giving up her magic for bloodlust. But somewhere, deep down, he didn’t think she’d care if he did. She’d stuck with him this long. 

It shouldn’t hit him this hard that she’d join him in death. 

“I’m listening, you want me to listen, here I am,” Arms out, like a martyr on a cross – open and prepared to level himself to hear her, wouldn’t stop the desire of indulging in nature since she seemed unafraid of the idea of becoming it. What harm could talking do more than it already had, he would stop supressing his needs, just so she could see them for what they were. If that’s what it took. 

So he hadn’t realised he was a little crazed with an overwhelming wave of warring thoughts, but a kind of revelation that was exiting denial – accepting the potential that there wasn’t exaggeration about Nora’s magic fading on its own accord, her age catching up with her. Dark eyes found skin, teeth itched to taste her. Listen to her first, Jack. Harder to listen to even himself when he seemed to have moved past the point of wanting to listen. Try. Let pride win, just once more. Enough of it that he could reign his control. He stepped back, found her doorframe and stilled, it had to end well.

Because if he left now, he was under the risk of the morning sun rising.

“But there was no rules about how long I’d listen for,”

[butterfly-resources]

hi lovely ! i hope you are doing well 💛 i was hoping i could commission you again, if you have the time ? i was hoping to get nina dobrev gifed in her new movie on netflix, Love Hard ?

Sure. I’ll add it to the list.

[shiverrinqs]

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙾 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍! 𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍.

@drzxmlxnd @enriquevasquezlobo @ilbuia  @reinacastro @pcisonwine

[calcmityys]

max’s featured faces: 

@ilbuia / phoebe gallagher - (ex)girlfriend

@hokuspocus / haylee dubois - sister

@shiverrinqs / bram mackie - drinking buddy

@oftragxdy / axel reyes - hook up 

@khanivcre / liliana solar - unwanted enemy

@cavernovs / jack davenport - unlikely friend (?) flirtationship

[prurienthellhound]

Asylum, night (Najelon is currently at The Nepenthe, a few days back) @ilbuia @cavernovs​

If Najelon ever felt nervousness even after so many years of dealing with all kinds of people, it was at moments like this. Remembering the last time he felt like this was a hard task, his skin was tingling in a not so pleasant way at the thought of his attempt to get Azarius’ favor going to waste, a not so ludicrous possible outcome if he was honest with himself. He didn’t know the guy well, just what other demons had told him. It wasn’t like he had avoided him for years, decades, but it was obvious that neither of them had try to make contact either. Najelon was going to change that this very moment.

“Come on, make the damn call. Let’s not beat around the bush any longer,” the boss gave an order and his assistant better listened, but they were wary. No, they were scared. How annoying that was, Azarius was dangerous for sure, but they had another monster right beside them, staring at them. “I swear to fucking Lucifer if you don’t pick up that phone right now, sweetie…” His eyes were starting to darken.

“Ok! Don’t need to get creepy like that, fuck.” They tapped the screen and listen carefully, teeth gritting. It was a decision that they carefully discussed for days before Najelon finally lost his patience, normally it was his assistant who held him back with his crazy ideas, and this time they tried their damnedest because there was so much at stake. The phone was ringing and so they waited for a reply on the other side, feeling Naj’s eyes digging holes on them.

[enriquevasquezlobo]

Location: Osaerin’s Abyss Territory: Northside

Lobo really didn’t mind....he didn’t. Yes you do. Sighing, Enrique slipped his phone in his back pocket deciding that was enough technology for the evening. The wolf didn’t mind running these errands; well he did mind having to do them so often. But Lobo knew that if he wanted things done right, he had to do them himself. It didn’t matter how blunt Enrique was with instructions that were given to others who tried to get the correct supplies, they always ended up missing a thing or two or just forgetting it all together.

Having a small break from training the younger wolves though was appreciated. Pulling the list out of his front pocket, his eyes scanned the items until he heard footsteps approaching. Placing a smile on his lips, he welcomed Phoebe, “Right on time. Run into any trouble on your way over?” ( @ilbuia )

[thedaniel-wright]

A blast from the past @ D & S

All the odds said Daniel Wright should not have been out in the streets tonight. He was still in stitches, for one...still recovering from the incident that put him under piles of debris from that goddamn roof, and yet..nothing seemed to kept him from this. Not even those back at the Hideout, whom he'd told nothing short of a goodbye.

Maybe it was all the stuff with Cardelle and all the Mackies, or the achiness from being bed-ridden for a solid two weeks, but he had needed the drinks, exiting the bar he was in soon after his fifth.

It was then, half-way to his car, when he picked up on somebody..following him. It wasn’t abundantly obvious, but it still seemed like they weren’t completely adamant on being unnoticed..so the scout did the only thing he could, taking them where he wanted to take them before stopping mid-track, back turned against them as he spoke solemn. “..what do you want?”

@ilbuia​

[oceanboundx]

@ilbuia​

recent events had truly taken a toll on Josiah; a shocker, truly, the man had lived for over 400 years, and had been through many wars, heartbreaks and grief, and had never once imagined that he wouldn’t be able to handle it the proper way; that after all those years he had not learnt how to make the right choices so that he wouldn’t find himself grieving. grieving for him was drinking until absolute oblivion, and that was what he was planning on doing; as irresponsible as it seemed, he couldn’t care less. 

with a bottle in hand, he laid on the grass; green hues locked on the nightsky; counting the stars, that spun in circles above him, a cheeky grin upon his handsome features. he barely noticed when another pair of footsteps came closer to him, although the scent was quite familiar, “i might be ancient, but i still enjoy looking at the stars, you know? it’s something that i’ll never get enough of...” he mumbled, lips spreading into a wide grin, “you can join me. i don’t bite.”

[khanivcre]

@ilbuia​

liliana wasn’t much of a friendly being; not at all, the only person she could count on was michael, hence why he was her right hand, she wasn’t even that trusting to her pack members, the ones she was loyal to, but definitelly didn’t trust with sensitive information. she always put on a front with them; a mask, a confident facede that no one could see beneath. before michael came into the picture, she crossed paths was phoebe; a young girl who very much reminded her of her siblings. specificly her baby sister, the one who didn’t betray her, unlike her brothers. losing her sister was tough, harder than she expected, and just then she came across phoebe, and they instantly clicked. she managd to bring down her walls, and liliana let her in. since then, it wasn’t just michael that she confided in, phoebe was another addition to the small circle of friendly bings she enjoyed the company of; for once she wasnt interested in using someone for her own benefit. 

she had just finished a run in the woods; something that always calmed her down, and now after the failure this whole tournament turned out to be, she couldn’t allow herself to think about it any longer. she needed to clear her head and get back to business. spotting phoebe, she slowly made her way to the girl, “look who it is.” her lips curled into a smirk, as she put on her t-shirt, “you havn’t joined me for a run in a very long while. my feelings are deeply hurt.”

[theteddy-byrne]

Anyone catching your eye?

"..lots of people, actually."

@deathbeckons, @daphne-groves, @claudette-jones, @ilbuia, @sirenxsong

[deathbeckons]

@ilbuia​ - jack x lucky

“there’s some concern about the wolves, if we’re being honest. if they shift we’re going to have no choice but to shoot them and that’s not what tonight’s main focus is supposed to be on.” jack murmured quietly to lucky, hoping the low tone would prevent any unwanted ears upon their conversations. “though some of them seem to have settled down considering the third act didn’t focus on them. the sooner we get to the end of this, the better for everyone. anything you’ve noticed that i haven’t? any cause for concern at all?” honestly the most surprising thing of the night for jack had been axel; he hadn’t been sure the man had enough dramatics in him to pull off the role of host for such a thing... the commander had certainly proven him wrong.

[cavernovs]

Atemu  📲 Ayfanura

Atemu: Is it more, or less full of fuckery your end?

Evanora:far less then on yours

Evanora: how are you?

Atemu: Noted.

Evanora: atemu, you guys have to figure this out.

Evanora: friend a fae, have them read the minds of the humans, maybe one of them is privy to his game

Atemu: That involves conversing with people.

Atemu: And I'd really rather not.

Evanora: then don't do it for yourself

Evanora: do it for the people there we both know you'd rather not die

Atemu: They're not going to die.

Atemu: The fucker might be insane, but I don't think he's quite reached martyr yet.

Evanora: regardless, if i were there i might be willing to bargain my life but certainly not yours.

Atemu: There will be no bargaining.

Atemu: Stay with your fanger, enjoy your night. Keep it uneventful.

Evanora: enjoy my night, right

Evanora: be safe, atemu

Atemu: I’m not going to die because some fool wants a power trip.

Atemu: Be safe, I guess it’s too much to comment that you stay bite free too.

Evanora: some being so big headed

Evanora: he has plenty of offers, so that may not be an impossible ask

Atemu: You won’t want to hear what I have to say about that, Ev.

Evanora: atemu, please

Evanora: i'm sure i've heard it all before

Atemu: Likely. You don’t need to hear it again then.

Atemu: Though, you had the right idea with avoiding theatre.

Evanora: can we maybe skip the part where you shame me for my relationship choices and instead focus on you being safe?

Evanora: do you have eyes on reina too?

Evanora: it wasn't my intention. i had planned to be there with you all, but he asked and so you. . . you know the rest

Atemu: I’m not shaming you. I am telling you to be safe too. Reina’s around, I’ve seen her.

Atemu: For once, I am glad the fanger kept you out of this madman’s puzzle games.

Evanora: there may not be many things i can count on but i do know for certain he wouldn't ever let another hurt me

Evanora: i'm safe and that makes one of us

Atemu: And I would?

Evanora: of course not

Atemu: I’m not there. I get it.

Evanora: you would never come to a thing like this

Atemu: I’ll get out. Might even bring your vamp a present from here afterwards.

Atemu: I wouldn’t without fucking good reason.

Evanora: i'm sure he'll enjoy it. he's been spoiled.

Atemu: Nor am I into theatre, but here I am — with a questionable reason.

Evanora: well, not sure you'll ever be given one of those

Atemu: You’re enough.

Evanora: questionable or not, it's a reason

Evanora: that's sweet, thank you

Atemu: You better be safe. Okay.

Evanora: your not going anywhere

Atemu: Nor are you.

Evanora: i do wish you were here

Atemu: And I wish I were anywhere but here.

Evanora:i wish that too

Evanora: but you'll be fine

Atemu: Always am. 🥱

Evanora: 🙄 your cockiness better really show up to play tonight

Evanora: because if something happens to you, in red queen fashion, heads will roll

Atemu: I’m still here, aren’t I? Gets me somewhere.

Atemu: I wouldn’t mind seeing heads roll by your hand, it’d be a sight.

Evanora: now you sound like him.

Atemu: Great. 👍🏽

Evanora: anyways

Evanora: it's not often i feel that kind of anger come over me

Atemu: I usually beat you to any punches.

Evanora: lucky me

Evanora: surrounded by murderers so that i don't have to be one

Evanora: but you know, your not anger and death

Atemu: Theres a reason you’re holding on to your light, Ev.

Evanora: despite what you may like to pretend

Evanora: we need access to both

Evanora: there is power in both

Atemu: I’m not going to debate magic with you. We’ve done this dance before.

Atemu: I’ve never denied there isn’t.

Evanora: atemu, i'm not fighting with you.

Atemu: We’re not fighting.

Evanora: i'm just preparing you for what is to come.

Atemu: I’m telling you to be safe and I’m not bringing the theatre roof down.

Evanora: i'm fascinated by the dark, you know this but there is still need for the light.

Evanora: don't you dare

Atemu: We’ve talked about balance. I know.

Atemu: You are light.

Evanora: i am now, yes.

Evanora: but your darkness is still beautiful and magnificent

Evanora: and we will need it

Atemu: It’ll be brutal if he hurts you.

Evanora: he would kill anyone who did

Evanora:and i wouldn't let him

Evanora: no matter the cost

Atemu: Take care.

Atemu: I’ll survive just to make sure you did.

Evanora: that's a promise?

Atemu: We’re not passing over anytime soon.

Evanora: forever, atemu

Atemu: Don’t.

Evanora: deal with it

Atemu: I won’t let you go, ayfanura

Evanora: i'm counting on that

[reinacastro]

Location: Lolita’s Backroom Territory: Southside

“Oh come on! Dance with me!” Reina yelled out, returning from the bar to pay their drinks. Dancing her way behind Evanora, she finished making her way towards the high table they had decided on sharing and smiled. “You know you want to....” The natural taunted and shimmied her shoulders playfully. “We haven’t danced together in ages, why not put on a show for these people?” While the purpose of meeting up had been to catch up with what they had both been up to, the music here was just too good to pass up. Plus, they both deserved a little fun every now and then. Even with Reina performing almost every day or night, the witch simply could never seem to want to stop. I’ll ask the serious questions later... ( @ilbuia​ )

[calcmityys]

rory’s featured faces ( family edition ) :

@ilbuia / lucky adams ( adoptive sister )

@shiverrinqs / lennell moore ( ride or die )

@michaelcardellerp / cardelle mackie ( middle brother )

@shiverrinqs / bram mackie ( eldest brother )

@magnusetdona / sabrina mackie ( twin sister )

the deceased mackie parents 

[hokuspocus]

@ilbuia​​

it didn’t look like a fort - at least not like the one they used to make when she was younger. granted, she didn’t have much pillows in her house. they used to build one with the ones at zyler’s house. and right now, haylee wouldn’t dare step two feet away from her front door, let along walk inside. “it turned out - “ a beat. “ kinda crappy.” a huff of air escaped her cheeks, blue orbs falling down to the mess of pillows on the floor. it had been a while since she spent some time with her sister. quality time at that. recently she had pushed more people than she wished away. felt necessary at the time. however, she owned zahara an explanation. 

she held two cups of tea in her hands, as she awaited for her sister to join her in the living room. “is everything okay in there, z?” she raised her voice, as she glanced over her shoulder at the kitchen door, which was wide open, yet she couldn’t spot the other girl.