#izzy.

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@duran-duran-esq said: you thought that up all by yourself, huh?

it happened one night.

he blinks. sniffs. "¿que bolá?"

izzy shifts his weight, settles more comfortably in the lazy, cowboyish sling of his hips. his thumbs slot into his belt loops.

"you're dealing with one of the finest minds in miami. i'm very expertizing," enterprising. "so. you want in or not, heh?"

[churchedcannibal]

"I'm going to rewatch hannibal" rewatches ofmd instead

[punkbarbarian]

ohhhhh logran and ostentatia scene making me cry

[lupusrcx]

Raphael’s spirits had lifted considerably ever since Luca had returned Baby safe and sound to The Inferno, he might not have been at all pleased by the battered state that she was in, but he was confident that, with a bit of relaxation and much needed TLC, he’d have her back to her usual feisty self in no time. Meanwhile, he was finally able to focus on the task at hand: bringing down the human government from the inside out and brutally tearing apart every living, breathing creature that had played a role in the kidnapping and assault of his baby sister, not to mention the damage that had been done to The Inferno itself. The Fallen Angels weren’t meant to be trifled with, and while his own grief and anger had forced revenge to take a backseat in favor of tracking down Baby throughout the past month, Raphael was officially back in full force.

He’d hardly seen anyone outside of the Inner Circle, his pets in the dungeon notwithstanding, and he planned to hold an official meeting within the next week or so to reassure his staff that business would be continuing as usual. For now, though, he was busy pouring over a contract he’d had drawn up by Jane to be given to a new batch of recruiters and arms dealers that he intended to make a deal with. They needed weapons, and they needed girls---The Inferno’s trafficking procedures were about to be taken up another notch, Raphael and Luca both agreed that, the more money lining their pockets and off-shore bank accounts, the better. 

There was a knock on the door to his study, then, with a quirk of his brow Raphael waved his hand and used his powers to lazily allow it to open. There, standing before him in all of her dark-haired and voluptuous glory, was ... Izzy. Ah. He’d been---avoiding her, so to speak. “I’m afraid I’m a little tied up at the moment, Miss Morgan,” he said loftily, adjusting his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose as he flipped through the papers in front of him, he wasn’t really looking at them anymore, and had to instead tell his traitorous cock not to think about the inky tattoo he had left upon her flawless skin without ... returning his end of the agreed upon bargain. “If there’s something that you need assistance with immediately, I’d advise you to reach out to Jane instead.” 

@cvllofthewild​

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FORDCOLLINS uploaded TWO new photos.

November 28th, 2019. The Unholy Trinity has Thanksgiving featuring Ford. @isobcllarojas, @ryderxaeron, @hendrixeros.

[jvnile]

izzy wasn’t a people person. she wasn’t a part of the explorers to mingle with people -- although she appreciated the support. she just preferred to keep to herself and talk to the very few people that she tolerated. she struggled to keep from sighing loudly at the meet and greet, her social energy already dangerously low. she mustered up a big smile when the next fan came up, introducing himself as max. “hey, max, how ya doin’?”

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@duran-duran-esq

"hey, we hispanics don't know the meaning of danger, but we're very familiar with the word," thumb and index finger rub together in the universal pay me gesture, "com-pen-sa-tion."