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                         Now it seems that you will be facing                                                          a sentence of DEATH.

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                                        -Promo by @kutthroats​-

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@kutthroats

“I’ll give you a ‘fiver’...to leave my nephew alone before I become the one punching you.”

[eadala]

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fuck off kano im not coming to your twitch stream!

[heamatic-a]

"...your mum's hot...?"

                  NO

[cutexbrxiserarchive]

slaps you :/

Jacqui blinked, her brain struggling to understand the sudden sting on her cheek and the borderline whiplash in her neck. It was only when she heard a familiar snicker that she put two and two together. Kano was laughing, unfortunately it seemed like the bastard always had some kind of amused expression, and not only that...but he had slapped her. 

Actually slapped her. A full open palmed pimp slap to the face. Which clearly meant that he had forgotten just who he was dealing with. She may be smaller than her father, the infamous little B A B Y B R I G G S, but she was no one's punching ( or slapping ) bag by any means. 

Eager to wipe that smirk right off his face, Jacqui gripped him by both shoulders. Having him so close was nauseating but kicking his ass five ways from Sunday would make it more than worth her while. 

"Don't. Touch. ME!" She outright roared, thrusting her knee into his ribs with each word she spoke. Jacqui relished in every grunt of pain that her blows earned her. Nothing brought her more joy than bringing him pain and suffering. Spilling a few pints of his blood never hurt either of course. Trapping him in a bear hug with her arms wrapped under his midsection.

"Get. Fucked." She told him viciously before using every ounce of strength in her body to lift him up and over her head. He soared through the air and every fiber of her being prayed that the gods would show some favor and he would land on his neck and that would be the end of it. 

No such luck however. He landed on his two thousand year old back, somehow still functioning by the grace of whatever demon followed him around and kept him safe. Glaring daggers, Jacqueline approached with a scowl, an obvious anger burning in her eyes. 

"Touch me again and I'll break your fucking back. Count on it gramps." 

[paymemytribute-blog]

how much for your shitty island??

“My ‘shitty island’ is not for sale, particularly those who think to insult it as a means of leverage.”

[deceptxquan-blog]

it's cool and all that I came back to life but if you could stop talking to Khadijah ever that'd be neat m8

“For someone who’s supposedly cares about only him self, is rather...what is the word clingy to you Khadijah.” 

[fiery-assassin-arc]

@kutthroats  ​ liked this for a starter!

“It’s only been what, two years or so? You haven’t changed a bit, aside from the loss of that weird ponytail you had on your beard. That was a horrible lifechoice.”