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LIL NAS X — Montero (Call Me By Your Name)

#Kazya:innerlife #Kazya:Cravings #Kazya:music

hothead-cliff:

“Lad-ee fuckin da, ya got money.” Cliff flashed an annoyed, bored look at the other. “No one fuckin cares.” He moved to get the strip of sheet he had been using as a blanket. “So ya gonna fuck off or ya make it a point to be an annoyin fuck?”

Kazya smirked at the caustic reply from the boy. “The Guards only care if I have enough to pay for you-- If I want.” The problem with the very tough and mouthy types was the same problem with gem stones. They were strong until they shattered. And sometimes the ones that shattered could not be put back together to play with again. “Such a pizda malosol’naya. But what you just said--” Kazya moved closer to the bars, “No one fucking cares if you think I’m annoying.”

#Clifford Jackman: 001 #Clifford Jackman convo

@alexandra-merrick

Kazya made it a point to know what their childe was doing in the city. Or who she was doing. They had lost her once before and no matter how many times she told Kazya that she would never leave again they couldn’t bring themselves to fully believe her. Which was why they were now at Desires sitting in a private gold room awaiting the dancer they had expressly asked for Rose. The one that had their Irishka had taken such an interest in. They elegantly leaned back on the couch, their flowered button up open over a fine black mess shirt, ankles crossed. When the dancer entered the room they grinned and spoke, “Привет сексуально.”

#Alexandra Merrick: 001 #Alexandra Merrick convo #Translation: Privet seksual'no - hello sexy

celticaddiction

#Kazya:propaganda

celticaddiction

#Kazya:propaganda

hothead-cliff:

Cliff was doing pushups on the floor of his cell, back to the bars to try to ignore the prying eyes that were always present. He heard foot falls that stopped before his cell, the boy doing few pushups before stopping. “Fuckin move along, cocksucker. Ya aint window shopin!”

@covairecitystarters

Kazya had gone to the Chateau in hopes of finding something a little more raw than what they knew they could get in the rest of the city. At the curse from the human in the cell they had stepped closer and rapped their ringed knuckles on the cell, drumming them gently. It was fun to hurt the people that put up such a tough front. “Nyet. Only people without the money to pay for what they want go window shopping.” Kazya paused looking at the human’s back, “And I do not suffer from that monetary issue.”

#Clifford Jackman: 001 #Clifford Jackman convo

detectivedesmond:

Need Another

@covairecitystarters

+ open to anyone

JD was still living off his last high, even now he could just close his eyes and relive every moment so vividly. It wouldn’t be long before he felt the itching need for more. Over the years he had learned to cope with his addiction, even if he would never admit that’s what it really was. JD didn’t realize he was alone as he spoke to himself and said, “damn I need another.”

Originally posted by purgatoryking

Kazya had spent many years being able to pick out cops even when they were in plain clothes. And this wolf gave off that distinctive cop vibe. As a general rule they didn’t care for cops. Kazya’s profession didn’t lend itself to being a law abiding citizen though in Covaire technically they were being very law abiding. However, there was an edge in those wistful words that made the Chthonic raise a curious eyebrow. And never one to shy away Kazya spoke in their thick Russian accent, “Another what?”

#Jasper Desmond: 001 #Jasper Desmond convo