#unrxlypirxte

[aenrchists]

“why won’t you tell me what happened?” || Hoyt @ Vito hehe

>... The night is lit up neon, and the nearest blip of technology rolls lazily in the sky with its latest advertisement costing more than housing tower rent ( UPGRADE NOW WITH ARASAKA ! ) . Vito breathes steady, and he watches Hoyt with his optics scanning for any incoming peripherals and data on hand scrubbed deep from the NET, he's a creature of habit and only the playing ground changed while everything stayed the same. The Wild Things prowl in the shadows the same way @unrclypirxte's men do; extensions of themselves whittled down to a sharp gleam, a dead look, and the muscles in Vito's fingers itch to signal for the attack. Instead,

| " Already robbing you. "

>... He nods to the nearest container containing the latest supply drop from Dogtown, addressed to Hoyt Volker and holding inside enough fire power to arm his growing force. Either Hoyt's new to the City, or he hasn't made enough moves to garner the right amount of attention. All data loaded onto his optics run up a dismal //____EMPTY_FILE____ . Vito's lip curls into a small smirk.

| " Why would I want to speak to the dead. " Arrogant boy, a streak of something red and mean makes it too easy for him to grab his gun and pull the trigger, aiming for his head.

#cries #sb writing hoyt scares me (u) #| ▐ ( . . . ) * II : asks‚ #unrxlypirxte #unrxlypirxte | hoyt

[definedinsanity]

unrxlypirxte asked:

"You'll never guess what I heard among the privateers regarding the island." || from Beth 👀

"Ah, shit. We fucking gossiping, chica? Talking that good shit?"  Color him intrigued. He sits with his legs crossed under him, chin in his hands.

"---no, no, no. Lemme guess. We are unionizing. Volker is giving us fucking dental and shit. "

#vaas and beth are the rook island mean girls :( bullies #also I dont know where my ask banner is????? #;asks #unrxlypirxte

[vendettacanons]

@ Vaas!!

👀 : Where are your muse’s eyes generally focused when speaking to others? Do they make eye contact, watch the other person’s lips, wander their surroundings, etc?

😁 : What kind of humour does your muse enjoy the most? Silly humour, dark humour, dirty humour, etc?

😀 : Does your muse prefer to have a small group of friends or a large group?

🙄 : Is there anything that others do that irritate your muse? I.e, certain behaviours, speech patterns, ticks, etc.

⚔️ Social Interactions Headcanons // CLOSED ⚔️

// Generally, Vaas holds eye contact when speaking with others. An uncomfortable amount of eye contact. As a child, the Rakyat raised him with the idea that eye contact with someone while talking was good manners but he was kinda a dumb kid and tended to focus on other things so they thought he wasn’t listening. So basically, they’d have him practice talking to people and then pull him aside and quiz him on their eye color. It made him good at holding eye contact though! Occasionally he might focus on their lips or the rest of their body if he’s interested in them so @ Beth, he might be checking you out but he’s also 100% paying attention to what you’re saying. Or at least 50%.

// Vaas has every kind of humor. Goofy humor, silly humor, dark humor. He especially likes making references to media or puns, much to the dismay of anyone around him. His goofy, silly humor comes out when he’s more playful and the dark humor tends to come out when he’s feeling more sadistic and “work oriented.” He also has his fair share of dirty humor but he doesn’t really like taking the piss out of people unless they’re his captives. He has some standards.

// Vaas prefers to be the center of attention, but as far as actual friends go, he has very few. And he prefers to keep it that way. He doesn’t trust easily and he’s very withdrawn in terms of actual emotional vulnerability and trust. He’s still emotionally recovering from the whole ordeal with Citra and the rejection from the Rakyat (and truthfully, he doesn’t know whether he’ll ever be able to recover from it all). So suffice to say, while he likes drawing a crowd, he’s not super fond of people actually staying behind after the show is over. But despite his outward response to it, he actually really appreciates the loyalty.

// There’s not a whole lot that can aggravate Vaas - but it also depends on his mood on any given day. The few things that can piss him off consistently though, are staring at him when he’s not actually doing anything, constantly interrupting/talking over him, insulting his sister, talking back to him unprompted, pen clicking and dog whistles. Especially those last two. He doesn’t know why, but the sounds just drive him crazy. They’re so weird on his ears and they make him just want to simultaneously break his skull open and scream until he vomits blood-

#// my Mans is completely feral #// and weird as hell #// but he still loves beth so ❤️ #still i find you next to me : mutual #unrxlypirxte #‘’ did i ever tell you the definition of insanity ? ‘’ // vaas #you’re a natural : headcanon #ask : is this what you wanted

[tatbro]

Jason seeing Beth in Yara again after like 10 years

#farcry 6 verse tag tba ;; #unrxlypirxte

[fantasmalforces]

// @unrxlypirxte There is exactly one thing that Piper and Vaas have in common and that is the fact that if anyone so much as breathes the wrong way in Beth's direction, they will choose violence unprompted and make the Rook Island census lighter in her name 💜

#// it's the protective instincts for me #// she cares so much 🥺 #// just wants beth to be safe and healthy and happy #{ will you do the fandango? : tagging } #{ we will rock you : mutual } #unrxlypirxte

[apostlc-a]

"Why the fuck are you saying I'm fucking Jason like that's an inherently bad thing? Go back to your emotionally unavailable sugar daddy, cunt." BETH ISN'T HAPPY

random asks | always accepting | @unrxlypirxte

      “Bᴏʟᴅ ᴏғ you t’ assume ‘m not simply a slut.” 

#unrxlypirxte #smh as if i need to get paid - #[ † ] ;; YOU HAVE [1] UNREAD EMAIL. (asks.)

[tatbro-a]

"...I'm not a slut."

you know. for the record

#unrxlypirxte #fourrarri #apcstle #ANYWAYYYY

[vendettacanons]

⚔️ unrxlypirxte ⚔️

It was a quiet night. The kind of night that Beth found herself perched atop her shack roof and peering at the stars, or on the beach and watching the distant waves gently barrel into the horizon. It was one of those nights that Beth wasn’t working through despite her inner voice YELLING at her to do so.

Vaas had joined her on the sand a bit ago. A jovial greeting, a brief conversation, and then silence as he carved away. Perhaps he had spoken to Carlos about her reasons of overworking herself, or maybe he was more observant than she gave him credit for, but his words struck a very DEEP nerve.

Gaze settled upon him with EASE, not much of that usual tension she usually had when addressing him in any way. It was nice to see her less uptight, even moreso with that GRIN on her face. It was wide, genuine, reaching her eyes and WARM.

A hesitant hand reached out to accept the charm, examining the craftsmanship with thumbs caressing every curve. In the moonlight, she could easily discern what it was; a CASSOWARY. An animal she had truly come to adore during her time on Rook, whittled away by Vaas. Her heart positively ached, and by God did she want to reach over and KISS him ( if it was any other pirate in his place, she would’ve ) .

She had a very special place in her shack for this.

“I– thank you, hermano,” Returned was the gesture of companionship. Validation felt GOOD, that everything she had been through wasn’t for nothing. To be told by Vaas of all people especially eased her insecurities regarding that aspect of things. For how long, she wasn’t sure.

“Vaas?” What she wanted to say was spiking her anxiety. She should just keep it to herself and pick another topic instead. “Why do you accept me? I… I haven’t understood in so many years. Look at me. Look at you… the other pirates. I, uh, sorry,” Falling silent, she brought the statuette close and placed a kiss upon the head for good luck, “I just want to know why. And how I can REPAY YOU for this carving. It’s beautiful.”

Feeling the brief brush of their fingers as she collected the little trinket brought back an onslaught of memories Vaas was all too eager to repress. A torrent of old thoughts he’d spent the better portion of his adult life trying to forget existed. Agave plants and their stems, trading sweet scented flowers, vibrant green eyes so much like his and the innocent naivety of youth. How he hated when those rivers in his head, tried so hard to block them out so he didn’t have to focus on their endless babbling just beneath the surface of his conscious thought. Yet the thoughts flowed through every sparse crack in his psyche, testing his resolve as they slowly weathered down his mental defenses bit by bit with the ebb and flow of inevitable reminiscing. One of these days that dam he held it all behind was going to break and all those emotions spilling out wouldn’t be pretty. He has a feeling there was gonna be a lot of blood tainting the waters when that day came.

But today wasn’t that day.

The question offered some respite. some. Not much. He didn’t have an answer for it- not one he was willing to vocalize anyways. “The fuck do you want me to do? Kick you out?” He snickered a bit. There weren’t an abundance of directions to exactly kick someone to. He looked at her, smile fading, face growing a bit more serious. “This island chose you. It chose all of us.” It was getting harder to believe that with each day that passed. “We’re here for a reason. That means you too. Now I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like arguing with a fucking island. And as far a I’m concerned, you--” he pointed at her. “you already proved yourself to me. You’re one of us.” You’re family. The words died in his throat. Too hard to push out. He’d probably look soft saying it anyway. Better left unsaid. Because for all the shit he gave his Pirates at times, they were the closest thing to a tribe he’d had. And that meant more to him than he was wiling to let on. “That’s all that matters.”

A pause. “You don’t gotta repay me for shit.” He rumbled as he leaned back on his hands, head tipping to enjoy the cool breeze on his face. “Just keep your head on your shoulders, follow the rules, and live your fuckin’ life. It’s easy as that.”

#// i am a simple woman #// i see good writing featuring Beth #// and I have to respond #// bc i love beth #rp #unrxlypirxte #‘’ did i ever tell you the definition of insanity ? ‘’ // vaas #‘’ trouble found me ‘’ // far cry #[ far cry 3 // main verse ]

[tatbro]

Feeling his anger and frustration flare up again, Jason gifts her a punch to the jaw. Knuckles already bleeding from how much he's used them, he sucks in a breath. Lets it out slow. Don't let her get to you. Don't lose your cool. She can tell when you do.

"I know he told you where he was going."

Pulling a smaller knife now, feeling the tip of it with his finger. Wondering just how fucked in the head one had to be to torture. She certainly was, and one might argue it was due time for her to taste her own medicine. But Jason -- a simple white male from California? Never thought he'd be there. The one holding the knife.

"And now you're gonna tell me."

@unrxlypirxte con't

#unrxlypirxte #buen ape the freef

[fantasmalforces]

[ FIGHT ] : sender physically fights off receiver's attacker. || Beth @ Piper, definitely beating the guy to the brink of death 💅

💜 Protective Action Prompts // ACCEPTING 💜

Without a doubt, the most dangerous predators on Rook were the ones that didn’t have fur or claws or teeth. Tigers, cassowaries, and leopards were a threat that all residents were familiar and adapted to deal with. The animals were predictable; their hunting grounds, their tactics, their targets - all readable. Anyone could plan ahead to prevent them from taking a life. A hostile encounter could be anticipated and avoided. But humans were different. More persistent, more intelligent, and much more dangerous when they were both desperate and determined. Years into their job and hundreds of dollars sunken into protecting herself from the most dangerous predators of all, and Piper still occasionally found herself having the worst kinds of encounters with the worst kinds of people.

Her trip north had went as expected. Privateers offered her little in the way of either help or hindrance getting over the bridges and into the humid jungles up in Pirate territory. But as used to seeing the land as she was, Pip often forgot that she was not completely familiar with the territory. She didn’t know it the way she knew the south, and so keeping her guard up as much as she did still did little in the way of preventing an ambush. And of course, it was a Pirate that ambushed her.

She’d heard him coming, but she’d been too preoccupied getting her leg out of a snare trap she’d accidentally stepped in while trying to avoid disturbing a pack of dogs feeding on a deer carcass. One fatal step off the beaten path and she found herself facing a whole different sort of trouble. She was swift enough to turn and kick the man in the stomach, but it was hardly deterrent. Her infamous rattling snarl did little to get him to back away from her either, and trying to to bite and scratch at him while practically dangling from a tree by her ankle was now exactly feasible. She managed to sustain just a couple cuts and bruises before he finally managed to get her pinned against the thick trunk of the wood with an ungodly shriek at how he pinched her ears against the ragged surface. She could feel blood running from the sensitive veins, staining the dark fur of the appendages. Her wince and grimace were short-lived, quickly replaced by a gasp and the look of a deer-in-headlights as she heard the all too familiar sound of a glass bottle being shattered. She recognized the stance, the man huffing and chuckling to himself as he raised the makeshift weapon, poised to strike with the serrated edges and no doubt keep slashing and swinging until she bled out. Piper struggled hard against the pin, knowing it was fruitless in her position but still overcome by the desperate survival instincts of a cornered prey animal. If this was going to be her last stand then god dammit, she’d go out as she lived: fight.

Before the first blow could come, she could feel the weight pulling harshly on her ears disappear. The sound of heavy weight landing in the dirt accompanied the crunch of leaves and the familiar grunts and war cries of a scuffle in the brush. There were flashes of red and darker red between the vibrant green of the foliage, and Piper struggled to make out the shapes involved. At first, she thought it might be one of the stray dogs from earlier she’d been trying to avoid coming for seconds, but the scent and the glint of a familiar “lucky” knife told her all too well who it was.

“Beth!” The Privateer scrabbled to reach up and free herself from the snare still keeping her hanging from a high branch. She twisted and contorted herself, clawing at the twisted ropes until finally they gave out and she fell, knocking the wind out of herself on the exposed roots of the old plant. She held her head for a second, seeing stars and gaining a very sudden, very violent feeling of nausea from the impact with her skull. She tried to stand but her legs gave out under her, clearly still starved of blood after it had all gone rushing to her head and bleeding from her scraped ears. But god damn it, that was her friend! She had to help her! Dizziness be damned!

Now if only she could get her limbs under herself and working properly…

#// Beth really came to help her and my heart is 🥺🥺❤️ #// Pip is also very 🥺😭❤️ #{ open your eyes : ask } #{ we will rock you : mutual } #unrxlypirxte #{ the private privateer : piper } #{ pressure pushing down on me : far cry }

[fourrarri]

                                                    jason  🤝  miles                                                    fucking a psychopath

#apostlc #unrxlypirxte #tatbro #dash comm.

[wcrldcnfire]

❝ Just close the door and shut the blinds. ❞ He groaned, angry at his own habit of over indulging. He’d mixed too much booze with the wrong drugs and now he was feeling like shit. Had a fucking headache and wanted to just wanted to go back to sleep. And then in comes Beth.

@unrclypirxte​ ​: vaas sc // @samefxckingthing​ [moved to this blog]

#;;vaas #;;vaas: thread #unrxlypirxte

[aulephant]

"Can you imagine your wife going behind your back to fuck your nemises because you're just that much of a prick?" || Beth to Mohan, honestly think of it as a modern 2014 au

Bethany Schwipps didn't know how to shut the fuck up, it seems. It's like she was born into this world to make shitty decisions and then die uneventfully, choking on a morsel of food and being forgotten within days. But that would bee too normal, wouldn't it? It's no blaze of glory. No fun. No watching the light leave her eyes. No watching her panic as she realizes she's doomed. None of that when she goes out normally. So...which one is the worse insult to her memory? Killing her and letting her fight until she realizes it's useless, or letting a surprise come by and cut her short?

"Go fuck yourself." Voice tense, hands balled into fists at his side. "You're a treacherous cunt."

Instinct taught him to fight, but it was easier to win this fight when he actually aimed for a weak spot. "Must've gotten that quality from your parents, right Schwipps? They did a grand fuckin' job raising you."

#unrxlypirxte #Ask: Mohan #mohan: I'm going to kill you. And then kill you again.