#queuelicious

[occultsheep]

A new messiah(?)

DA: moonlightpigeon

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[badbloodmagic]

Oh Lord, heaven knows—                 We belong way down below.

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[bcdviibcs]

Space is the breath of art~

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[badbloodmagic]

 “Seriously–” Jake paused to look at the other in the car. “Stop talking, we’re on a stake out not a date, you don’t have to tell me your life story because you’re bored.” 

This really wasn’t his sort of thing, this whole investigation thing– Jake was a lawyer, yes, but rarely did he need to go to such extreme measures to get evidence on someone. The only reason he had agreed was because it was necessary and, well, he didn’t really sleep anyways and this was a better thing to do with his time instead of slaving over papers at home or late into the night in his office.

But this was not at all how he expected it to go, not only was his client talking none stop but the perpetrator they were after hadn’t even shown up after seven hours and Jake was getting restless, not to mention hungry. Annoyed and in need of some sort of sustenance, Jake sighed heavily, returning his gaze to the house that they had been watching half the night.

[badbloodmagic]

       “Look, you got five seconds to cut the shit or I’m gonna bust your face open--- got it?”

      He didn’t have to lean over the bar, but he did, eyes sharp before he gestured at the little fuck that was on the verge of CAUSING PROBLEMS in his bar, ground rules had to be set. This place was old and so was Luciano, most of the creatures that came through here knew the rules, it was a sanctuary of sorts. Luc was far from a good guy, but the small corner in the world that he had, was HIS place and anyone who wanted to stay within the place had to play by his rules.

[badbloodmagic]

     The tall Russian dipped into the room, brows arching before he lifted his hand, a still warm, bloody mass of a heart in his hand. He met the gaze of the first person who noticed him, amusement flickering across his features before he sighed and rolled his shoulders as if to dismiss the shocking sight. “Found this outside, some people just leave their garbage everywhere.” In truth, he’d ripped the heart out, that much was obvious, but Cristov was an expert at playing things off. 

[occultsheep]

Got several new doodles in my drafts that I’ll b posting today and tomorrow :v

[bcdviibcs]

“Get out of my face.“ (ethan)

CLEANING OUT THE INBOX :’)

          Heat rose to his cheeks, flushing them for a good moment or two before Ethan backed down, swallowing hard before he tore his sharp and ELECTRIC blue gaze from hers. There was a chance he had gone too far, he was good at that, pushing things to a level he shouldn’t before he struck a nerve too much. Ethan had been that way since childhood, the person who had suffered it the most, his twin, had developed the greatest line of defense, of course, not everyone would dare douse the snappy little punk that was Ethan Bradshaw. He was more than just a spit-fire, he was dangerous in a different way. But that was the chance Elias would take when he would drench his twin.

         Backing off Ethan bit his tongue, which was something difficult for him to do, but it was ultimately the memory of his brother that threw him into silence. Straightening his posture he glanced down, pulling out his phone as if he’d gotten some important message, merely an excuse to calm himself and clear his head so he could think of a better reply than fuck you. “Yeah, sure, whatever you want.” His tone was a good measure lower than it had been a few moments ago, calming the charge within him.

@formerly-rosaline