the front door opens and ahmeti shows up first, pale with fury. “get her out!” azrael snaps, yanking his daughter up into his arms. “what do we do about that?” his right hand nods at her wound. “i could give a fuck. drop her at the nearest landfill and leave her.”

|| writing rael exhausts me so ill go back to naya now , but this was fun 😖

flings the book out the car window as they cross a bridge. a picture of the polaroid is sent around to every bounty hunter in the city with a note attached: 'shave her head bald and bring me her cats. million dollar reward.'

|| this is azrael and tink for sure

|| jumping around currently bc i swear azrael has actually forced a muse to lick/kiss his boot before, FEYD RAUTHA KIN LETS GO

open.spotify.com/track/3VzPylMT…

|| AZRAEL CODED (minus the pistol whipping)

mortal enemy? she's a flea on the tip of his baby toe (not even the big one). finishes drawing a disturbingly detailed depiction of an erect penis on the card, complete with wiry pubic hair, and flicks it at her face. "i don't even know what the fuck uno is."

|| azrael and min

i've always wanted to be killed by something that loved me.

how about i take these two legs . . . and shove them right up your ass — all the way to the knee .

min and her one braincell 24/7 (!)

whore.

yo mama.

wakes up in a vomit-and-cum stained bed (and fuck knows what else) with two bald skinny chicks and the motherfucking cunt of all hangovers. immediately reaches for a syringe and slides down onto the window ledge to watch traffic (morning breakfast on the patio).