#malgatillo

[cyberpawn-arc]

“Don’t worry hermano, after I’m done with you, that arm of yours is gonna be the least of your worries.”

POV You have just successfully signed your death warrant with Johnny by fuckin’ with Vale 

BY @malgatillo​ AND I HAVE STARED AT THIS FOR HOURS NOW LOOKING AT EVERY DETAIL AND I WANT TO CRY THIS IS SO GOOD

[streetknown-moved]

@malgatillo​ asked: ❝ what the hell are you doing in here? ❞ // vaas

Yeah, ever since Vera became a liar in Vaas’ eyes, she hasn’t returned to the territory of Los Piratas. She knows they all are keeping their ears out for any word of her, knows Vaas most likely wants her dead or at least tied up and beaten so he can interrogate her, but that interrogation won’t mean shit because he won’t believe a word that comes out of her mouth anyway. In his psychotic fuckin’ mind, she’s run off with the Arasaka goods. Betrayed and backstabbed him and his gang even after he spared her after she stole from them and after he assisted her in getting her street rep out there by giving her jobs. Yeah, she’d be pissed too, she gets it, but fuck, she wishes she could at least have Vaas hear her out. Even with her relationship with Santiago, she knows that doesn’t give her any leverage. Vaas will believe what he wants to believe and that’s the end of that story. 

A job taken up by Wakako has led her to the streets of Pirata territory today, and though she’s much more incognito than she normally is with all black and long sleeves, it’s just her fucking luck that Vaas Montenegro spots her because of course he does. Should have said no to the job, but no one says no to Wakako. Not any serious merc, at least. “What am I doin’ on the fuckin’ street? Working. Tryin’ to get enough eddies to save my fuckin’ life from the chip lodged into my skull.” It’s Johnny’s first time seeing Vaas. He’s not impressed. Her jaw tenses and glowing blues briefly dart around for an escape way. She doesn’t want a fight to start against her when she’s balls deep in Pirata territory, but-- it’s probably inevitable. Neon purple mantis blades expose themselves, showing that she won’t cower down. “Vaas-- please, for fuck’s sake, hear me out. We’re fuckin’ friends, ain’t we? Why the hell would I backstab you?” She’s probably wasting her breath, but at least she’s trying.

[thatonesakudere]

@badtrigger

How fitting; like Icarus who flew too close to the sun, she too is paying for her own hubris with fire and blood. For a couple of seconds, Mayu's world is reduced to nothing but pain — blossoming like a rose amidst the desert of her body. The oddly-blissful moment (so simple in its agony, with no thoughts and one, singular sensation) quickly passes, leaving her with all the associated luggage; emotions and, more importantly, memories.

Fuck.

It's not her first nor even seventh accident, but it IS the worst one yet — partly because she really fucking pushed (broke) the speed capacity this time, and partly because she wasn't alone when it happened.

The corpo doesn't feel a sliver of guilt. Vaas knew what he was getting into, nay, he encouraged it whenever she chose reckless abandon over safety. Still, that doesn't mean she's pleased with this outcome; furious with herself for not being doing better.

Not all miseries are made to be shared in a company. Nobody should bear witness to her failures.

Staring at the corpse of her motorbike — a funeral pyre against the night's sky, how poetic — Mayu shuffles closer to the crumpled form of the pirata and carefully nudges him with her boot, ignoring the piercing throb in her thigh.

"You alive? Or should I make use of those lovely flames, mm? Cremate your corpse for the cheap fucking price of zero eddies." a morbid joke seems appropriate, as neither of them is the type to snivel and cry.

[merchantofwhispers]

@malgatillo | Plotted starter

Everything seemed so quiet in the aftermath. Smoke rose from the ship, rowboats floated off into the sea while others were left upon the shore as useless wrecks of wood and steel. A few of her own laid dead joined by several of their attackers, the blood crawling across the sandy beach to christen their little warzone. Gemina lay against a rock while staring out at the carnage. She’d been shot several times and had yet to recuperate her energy to find her feet once she’d collapsed in the midst of the skirmish. “Fuck.” She finally snarled while crawling onto her feet, dark blood seeping from her wounds. 

Ahead of her she could see others beginning to move. Gemina kicked the sand beneath her rolled her shoulders, feeling the bullets move inside her. “This is not quite the welcome we were promised.” She commented with the vague knowledge that someone was moving beside her. "Bloody fucking hell, I retired to--.. Cinead! Where in the hell are you?!” Her calls were met with nothing more than the ambiance of the jungle and the rustling of those that had survived the firing squad and the rush. “What in the fucking hell just happened?!” Gemina snapped in agitation, snarling in the direction of the pirate nearest to her without a care for how inhuman she looked in the moment. 

[streetknown-a]

malgatillo asked: she's a 10 but she's illiterate

“at least i have a fuckin’ personality, unlike you. don’t need to be able to read or write to have a good time and be somethin’ besides a brick wall.” boom, roasted. she feels bad though, so she sneaks onto her tip toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

[rotttnapple]

@malgatillo (Cont.)

“No, no, nothing about land scurvy. You’ve been doing fine with the land scurvy.”

Charley hadn’t expected to be nervous. He wasn’t nervous when he had done this to Santiago - it had been painful, after, but Charley didn’t dwell on it. Santiago had a right to be angry, even if what he had done was for the best. Maybe it was little selfish, but Charley didn’t want to lose more people than he had to - not to predators, or natural death, and certainly not to Jason Brody and his fucking machete. 

 Vaas was important. Important to the island. Without Vaas, Rook would fall into Citra’s hands and everything would go to hell. He needed to do this, and he would have to do it alone. He’d considered asking Tiago if he would help, but the man wasn’t much for expressing emotions, and Charley doubted he’d ever sucked up to anyone in his life. Tiago gave off the impression that he had come from the womb as a fully grown adult, complete with scowl and spider tattoo. Charley leaned on a large wooden box, taking the weight off his bad leg. 

He had to be cautious. He had to choose his words with care. 

“Vaas...you are, and will die as, a king. Ruler of the islands, feared and respected by everyone. The Rakyat are so afraid of you that they’ve rallied behind an annoying white boy from California, they’re too weak to face you themselves, so they’re hoping their sacrificial lamb will be stupid enough to try it for them.” Charley began, pushing down his own insecurities and nervous fears as he looked up at the chaotic pirate lord. “But have you ever thought of becoming a God?”

His heart was beating too fast, but he continued: “Have you ever thought of becoming...unstoppable? So feared that not even death dare touch you?”

[screenviolense]

@malgatillo​ sent: [ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else. // vaas to liza

            she probably should have been begging for her life by now or at least crying, but maybe she was just so tired of this back and forth hot and cold with  him. if she had to guess, he was just bored and maybe he’d finally put her out of her misery but then he’d still be bored and have to go to the trouble of finding someone else to bother.

           so she merely drew her lips into a thin line and gave him the most weary look she could muster. ‘ losing track of your thoughts? ‘

[poisonpicked]

@malgatillo gets vera!  

los piratas. v had only heard rumors of this gang (and seen the destruction left in their wake). it was their leader, vaas, she had heard the most about — again mostly rumors or clips she’d pick up from the cnpd radios. massive mantis blades, possible early onset of cyberpsychosis. that’s who she just had to stumble across in this old warehouse. 

out of all the fucking warehouses in the city. 

she quickly ducks down behind a large crate and reloads her gun, trying to listen for and track the sounds of shots and gun fire and slashing around her to pinpoint everyone’s location. it’s nearly impossible, with the sounds bouncing off the walls and echoing around. gun reloaded, she takes a deep breath and looks around. maybe she should just dip. she had the chip secured in her jacket pocket. that’s all the came for. 

well, that and the alleged drawer in the office here that allegedly had keys to the owner’s car collection. she didn’t care much for the collection itself (though there was perhaps some money to be had there). she cared about the custom motorcycle she had seen him driving around on. that more of a personal objective though, one that could be abandoned, but one she really didn’t want to. 

she decides to take the risk, darting out from behind the crate and running to the metal stairs that would lead to the office on the platform overlooking the warehouse floor.

[cyberpawn-arc]

COME ON AND SLAM AND WELCOME TO THE JAM

@malgatillo  CREATED CEASAR AND VALE FUCKIN SLAMMIN’ AND JAMMIN’ AND KICKING YOUR ASS AT BASKETBALL SINCE 2077

[streetknown-moved]

@malgatillo​ asked: ❝ i feel like i could kill somebody. ❞ // vaas

“Yeah... I usually feel like that when I come around here. Somethin’ about the fuckin’ blasting music and all the red everywhere. It’s like... bullfighting.” Come to think of it, she thinks this is the first time she’s seen Vaas outside the main building. Not like the air is fresh and crisp here, but it’s much better than being in there. She glances down, clunky boots kicking at the dirt underneath her feet. She shouldn’t offer. She really shouldn’t. Santiago would most likely advise against it...  because encouraging Vaas’ murderous behavior when she herself has a knack for chaos and violence? Yeah, can’t end good. She bites her nails.

“Do you want to? Could go fuck with some Tyger Claws... they always need some killin’, don’t they?”

[thatonesakudere]

@malgatillo cont. from: x

If it wasn't so distasteful, Mayu would almost be impressed by the sheer amount of impertinence displayed by the Pirata; yelling at her in her own office, demanding information as thought she owed it to him, and throwing a temper tantrum not unlike a spoiled little brat.

But what else could be expected of a street-rat like him?

"And do I look like I care?" comes a cutting response, one of her immaculate brows rising in contempt. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not running a fucking charity. Nor am I a lowlife gunk that you can simply threaten into submission." the corpo rises from her seat, fingers splaying against the metal of surface of her desk. Being a head shorter than Vaas, her stature is far from intimidating, yet her aura is of nothing but power and control.

Many before him had made the mistake of underestimating her — she sincerely hopes the Pirata won't fall into the same category. For his sake.

"You and me both know that this whole operation cannot be accomplished without the exact time and date. Cry all you want, shake your fists and break my desk, I don't give a shit. It's not gonna change the fact that you need me and the information I can provide." straightening her back, Mayu turns away from the man, hands clasped behind her back as she approaches the enormous window overlooking the Night City — its people smaller than a speck of dust from this high up.

"The offer is more than generous; take it or leave, don't waste my fucking time. Don't have enough eddies? Go get them. Or offer something else, on par."

[screenviolense-a]

          it was rare that she ever left home, given how nervous being out in public made her, but even extreme hermits needed to eat. maybe if she had turned on the radio, she would have known what would be waiting just around the corner.

         her grocery bag full of snacks and other unhealthy crap was held tightly as she approached, keeping her sunglasses on in hopes she could walk by without being bothered.

@malgatillo​ / starter call.

[streetknown-a]

@malgatillo​: finding Vera standing at the clubhouse's back exit, the pirata leans against the railing next to her. the moon is high in the sky but Night City's light pollution makes it difficult to see. Vaas doesn't know if it's the drug coursing through him or if it's the day's natural heat but he's sweating profusely and turning to lean his elbows against the railing like he might pass out, "i swear to god, man, im gonna fucking croak in this heat. fuck," he murmurs into his hand and then lifts his head to look at Vera. "you wanna go hop a mansion wall in north oak and crash their pool?"

funny enough, Vera ended up stepping out of the clubhouse because it was too fucking hot and stuffy in there. feels almost the exact same way out here, though. at least it’s more open out here and the terrible smell of BO isn’t making her dizzy. she wasn’t expecting Vaas to come out, too. he seemed to be having a lot of fun in there with the crowd of cheap joy toys him and the others picked up off Jig-Jig street. not like she minds having him out here with her-- so long as he doesn’t try to start shit with her or get into her pants again.

“yeah, ‘s pretty fuckin’ bad. even dressed like a slut, i’m hot as fuck.” too hot to even enjoy a proper smoke. she rubs at the back of her neck before looking over at him with a raised brow, an excited little smile forming on her (surprisingly) unpainted lips. “i’d love to. gonna have to beat the fuck out of the owners though-- feel like everyone’s takin’ a dip in their pool right now.”

[wcrldcnfire]

❔

MULTIMUSE ASK MEME send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

So right now I don't have written up Far Cry 3 verses for most of my muses [and Vaas is currently my only FC3 muses, BUT]

Faustus has a Far Cry 3 verse and I'd 100% want to throw him at all of them.

Bishop as someone Hoyt occasionally hires and who helps them out would be interesting.

Clover could work as a hostage that never got picked up but ended up sticking around could work?

Iovita and Rana could be allied with or part of the Rakyat.

And if you want randomly wholesome yet fascinated by the violence, Lorelei is someone who could randomly end up there. She's very smart and very handy, but very strangely optimistic.

[daggersandsparks]

bridge the boredom [closed]

@malgatillo : Caesar

Thunk.

Caesar had the radio with the best reception. Or he just had the best music, she never bothered to make a real distinction, having passed by a dozen times while the music would drift through the window while doing other things. And now she had a bit of spare time. Free time, if it could be called that. And now she wanted to find out, maybe laze about and listen to his. [Her radio had broken some time last week.]

Thunk.

But he wasn’t there. And she wasn’t sure where he’d be at that time. So she had a couple options. Either go looking for him [which risked getting dragged into someone else’s bullshit], or waiting for him. 

Thunk.

She was gonna end up cutting too long a swath in the tree at this rate. She sighed, walking over to the palm three to pull out her knives from the trunk, checking the damage to the wood with a hum. ❝How long am I gonna be waiting?❞

[corpobastard]

not me stalking your art

i absolutely encourage all stalking of my art while i try and find my tablet pen which is missing again