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“I can fix that.”

Grant shook his head, “It’s okay, Riles. I didn’t like that mug anyways. Been meaning to get a different set.” Rook took a toll on everyone; Grant couldn’t fault his brother for still being a little jumpy. Hell, sometimes Grant got high and just broke things. It wasn’t a good way to cope, but it’s what he did. He was currently on his fourth set of dishes and glasses. Getting another wouldn’t be so bad at all. “Do you want a new cup? I could make you more.”

#youngestbrody #dat post Rook life tho

hi I know we haven't talked at all but pls remember that Ur A Cool Dude and I love seeing you on my dash and I'll punch those negative thoughts in the face (ง'̀-'́)ง

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR NICE WORDS! I LOVE YOU A LOT !!! <3 // @youngestbrody

#youngestbrody #;saved

where's the dead icon :|

There’s... something on the ground, sticking out of it, an odd t shape made of simple bamboo near one of the many now-Rakyat outposts. Upon closer inspection, writing can be seen through the grafitti and mud.

“Vaas Montenegro Talugmai. Beloved brother. Forgotten leader. 2012”

It is surprising, even though it is this close to a Rakyat controlled landspace, that the grave has not been uprooted or burned, knowing how he hurt his people as he grew older.

The smell of cannabis is in the air and a lighter flicks, a heavy black boot kicking the small cross over. Now trampled, the headstone is scattered in the woods before the boots leave, spitting as their owner scoffs.

“Citra always was a sentimental bitch.”

#ha ha ha feel with me #u were expecting a MEME werent u #lol nO u got FEELS now we suffer together #death tw #youngestbrody

He'd lost count. he wasn't the one that was locked up, but he'd lost count of how long he'd left the kid locked in the room. jason's little brother, somebody he could use against jason. that motherfucker had been going around his island and killing his men left and right, and vaas was not going to tolerate anymore of that bullshit. his men were important to him, they were, and even though vaas was not the type to mourn or linger over somebody's death, it bothered him to have his men call him every single fucking hour to report the death of a dozen at his men at outposts that the rakyat now had control over. this was his island, his kingdom, and he didn't want some stupid white boy going around and making a mess and thinking he could get the upper hand on vaas just because he had citra on his side. it didn't work that way, not on his kingdom.

vaas pours a cup of ice-cold water into a paper cup and messily chops up some (pig) meat and mangoes. it was an odd combination, but after going two days without a single drop of water or food, he's sure the kid won't mind. he chose to neglect him of nourishment after he disobeyed one of his men and decided to be rude as hell. if riley wasn't jason's brother, vaas would have just chosen to let him starve to death. instead, here he was, unlocking the room and stepping inside, keeping the door a bit open to let the sunlight pour in. it was dark in here, after all. he kneels down in front of the kid and sets the plate (which is actually just a leaf) and the cup on the ground, then he stands and wipes his hands off on his pants.

❛ so okay, here's the deal, hermano. i am getting really fucking tired of you, and i am sure you're getting tired of being in here all the time. do you want me to stop beating the shit out of you? huh? do you want to go outside and feel the sun again? i'm sure you do, so fucking stop being so complicated and do what i say. or i will shoot you. do you FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME, RILEY? I WILL SHOOT YOU. ❜

he isn't bluffing. he never does. he pulls out his pistol and aims it straight towards the kid's head. if riley doesn't agree with the terms he's put out a dozen fucking times for him, he'll pull the trigger and feed him to his dogs. a califfornia boy would make a good fucking meal.

#youngestbrody #[ HERE IT IS... ]#▇ ♔ ;; ❛ v; THE REIGN.

Come home with me tonight ||youngestbrody||

Walking around the boardwalk, a bottle of rum in one hand, his other stuffed into the pocket of his leather jacket, David looked around for someone to take home tonight. He was feeling up for some fun, anyway. He wasn't sure whether it'd be male or female, though. He just needed to look for someone to spark his interests. Usually that didn't take long. When he was tipsy, it seemed a bit easier. All he did was look for someone with the best looks, the best body, and the best scent.

He lifted his head a bit, his nose in the air as he looked from person to person. No, no, no, too fat, too ugly, hair not long enough... He gave an irritated sigh as he dropped his head. Maybe he'd have to go a bit out of town, tonight. No one looked good enough for him--wait. He turned his head, catching a scent of a young man. Shit, that smells good...

His eyes stopped on a young man. He was a bit tanned, dark hair, nice chest... he seemed a bit toned. David liked that. Seemed perfectly fuckable, too. Wow, he couldn't wait to destroy that.