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Dual Promo + splitter - ft. Jason Brody ( @breakthings ) & Vaas Montenegro ( @cultesdesghoules )
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breakthings : “take another step towards me and watch what happens.”
oh for the creators sake his head rolled to watch the elder , brows pinching at the middle. [ is this how bad he was when the mark rang him like a rag .]. tongue rolling harshly against the roof of his mouth releasing a loud click the beast clawed at walls to escape , to show this alpha what it was really like to rule. ── he took those steps closer , and not at all warily. he wanted him pissed , he wanted to test those rocky waters. TO SEE HIM SNAP. matt had been a pain at his side since the moment he met him. [ it was only right to return the favor. ]. now stood , two alpha's. one just slightly hovered the other , him. his fangs bearing , head falling to a tilt as he gave the threat a smirk ‘ or you'll what matthew ? i can't die , i'm immoral , so what exactly ARE YOU GOING TO DO , TO ME ? ’
his voice roared , echoed the halls. ─── almost shattered glass. his aura rising along with the the seer strength in his appearance. ‘ so go ahead matthew , rip my throat out. tear me open n` bleed me dry , slam me to the earth n` shatter my bones. you didn't leave me so i'm not leaving you. ─── go ahead take your best shot in fact let's fucking do this what will survive ? alpha werewolf ? or BESERKER alpha werewolf. go on matthew , take your best bite ’ he was now looking down on him , once icy gaze a glistening black. that grin wide and absolutely ready to piss off the devil himself
⎯ ✖ ♡ morning after starters ( accepting )
“ i thought you left. ” - @breakthings
Jason in spite of his struggles – was a good boyfriend. Not that the former gun-for-hire, had many successful relationships before him. Her upbringing didn’t exactly allow for child hood sweet hearts. Both of them had their traumas – their moments. He loved her – and took care of her, and she in turn love and took care of them. Most importantly – they understood one another. There was a comfort in that far greater than most could even fathom. Indonesia had left a mark on them both.
“Outdoor yoga was cancelled because of the rain.” Momentarily there was a pout on her lips – which blossomed into a wide smile. “That just means you are stuck with me.” In nothing but an oversized Wire band t-shirt – she jumps into the bed. On her hands and knees she crawled on top of him. Long blonde hair fell around them like a blanket, as she leaned downward and captured his lips with her own. “Your up early – So what do you want for breakfast? Coffee? Tea? Or Me?” She giggled, and she nuzzled her nose against his.
"don't" Starters! - NOT ACCEPTING
@breakthings said: ❝ don’t make me tell you again. ❞ Jason @ Hoyt
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Everytime Hoyt seemed to like the boy in blue, he went and did shit like this. Which, at first, was amusing; like his own personal reality TV show set entirely within the confines of his islands. But now it was becoming tiresome and boring. Unoriginal. Like everyone else on this God forsaken heap of privacy known as Rook, he was falling into a set pattern of actions and words. How sad.
He took his time to light his burnt out cigar, brows arching as he took a drag and considered its flavour. It wasn't one of those he usually had, and he found himself quite enjoying the new flavour. He looked to Jason after contemplating his treat, fixing The Warrior with a briefly silent look before he gestured his way in a small cloud of smoke.
"I like you, Jason!" He began enthusiastically, voice dripping with that unnearable sense of ' I'm better than you ' . "Really, I do. You remind me of someone I know from across the pond," He paused again, but this time realised that he wasn't here for a game of verbal tennis.
Very well.
The Tyrant stood from his chair and walked around his desk, taking a seat on the edge to create a more intimate distance between them. His head tilted slightly to the side. "Straight to business then? A man after my own heart!" He gestured to the seat before him, "Can we talk about this like men?"
『•• vaas & jason ••』
Vaas had the nose of a purebred bloodhound. Either that, or he was crazy beyond comprehension. Or both. Not only was he a master huntsman and tracker, but he was also frighteningly patient, biding his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike, always aiming for the kill. And with every single one, with every single notch in his belt, there came a childish sense of joy, elated in all the brutalistic ways there were to tear someone down. If the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again, could Vaas say he was sane with the loophole of there being so many methods at his disposal? As much fun as the current hunt was, however, it was also infuriating. No, not infuriating. Vaas wouldn’t say that. He’d say it was pissing him off. Conveniently, he’d leave out why it angered him that much: envy. Envy that Jason was so privileged, so lucky to have someone who would go to the ends of the earth for him (unlike that manipulative bitch Citra), yet he wanted to… to what, exactly? That, Vaas never knew, and the more Jason slipped from his grasp, the more his rage grew. ❝ You motherfucker… ❞ Vaas growled, turning on one of his men. He’d been told they’d found a trail, yet now it proved fruitless, leading them to a dead end. ❝ You waste my time, you waste everybody’s time, and that fucking colonizer prick is still fucking skipping his merry way through my jungle. And why is that, eh? ❞ As the grunt fumbled with his words, Vaas had casually unholstered his handgun, planning to make an example of him in front of the surrounding crew. ❝ Because of y— ❞ A nearby rustling interrupted the punishment. Swiveling in the direction where the sound came from, he grinned, teeth bared. Vaas knew all the fauna of the islands like the back of his hand, knew their habits, their scents, their sounds, their tracks. And just like he could tell all the familiarities of his homeland, he could also tell when something foreign had trespassed. This was entirely human. As if on cue, Jason showed himself before turning tail, running deeper into the overgrowth of the jungle, with Vaas’ laughter trailing behind him. The hunt began. ❝ Hermano, why’re you running? Huh? WHY ARE YOU FUCKING RUNNING?! ❞ Cackles and yells resounded from his men as they followed suit. Fueled entirely by bloodlust, Vaas never slowed down, nor did he ever tire, continuously gaining on the outsider who didn’t know the chaos of the island as well as he did. As the sun drew down, Jason entered his field of vision once more, and gleefully Vaas barked and howled like a wild animal to instill fear, to warn the other that he was closing in. ❝ Jaaasoon… What’s the matter, Jason? ❞ The dread Jason felt was palpable, acrid and heavy in the air. Closer, closer, Vaas could hear him breathing, could smell his sweat, could taste his fright. A hand shot forward, fingers tightly wounding in the back of Jason’s hair as a swift kick landed in the back of a knee. ❝ You fucking little bitch. I asked you a question… ❞ Words trailed off into a hyena’s cackle. ❝ WHAT’S THE MATTER, JAAASON?! ❞
『•• cont. — @breakthings ••』

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@breakthings rolled the dice ;; [ text ] what the hell happened? ( from robbie! ) ›» ( text prompts.)
[📱 — robbie ] i think you need to be more specific [📱 — robbie ] because A LOT has happened
[📱 — robbie ] but if you are talking about my black eye [📱 — robbie ] well, i might have accidentally walked into someone’s fist
❛ you WILL talk to me about it one day, won’t you? ❜ a divine thing, she is PATIENT. she may wait & wait & wait. if need be, she’ll wait centuries ( but they are not immortal. she may be divine, but she is not immortal. neither is he. they’re both human. oh so human. ), but she wants to know if she should wait, at all. a pause. ❛ about everything, i mean. ❜ she adds on, turning soft eyes unto marcus & an even SOFTER smile.
@breakthings / sc.
KNUCKLES CLASHED AGAINST HIS JAW in a ferocious punch . All weight & strength given into it would be enough to force Marcus to the ground . Bianca’s breathing was all ragged , tearing up her throat as her own jaw was clenched . Her instinct was to continue , the beast within her began to show . Her eyes were red and nostrils all flared up in anger --- and suddenly , a kick was delivered to his stomach , between his ribs . ❝ You disgust me ! ❞
*┊ I.D. ⟩ @breakthings -- sc.