Don’t Want To Be Free

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[ I wanna reblog the nsfw meme but yancy is also related to like Everyone that interacts w me so life Sucks

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[ I think I’m gonna move yancy to his own blog , but idk rn

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▌QUIET NOW , OR I’LL OPEN YOUR THROAT / @psychosings​

          IF HE HAD A DIME for every time he’d heard something along those lines , yancy would’ve had enough to leave this dead-end little town the minute he hit the streets. unfortunately for all parties , yancy was right where he was meant to be , weaponless , penniless , dragging on. the only thing of value he owned was his truck , leaned up against it as he was , and yancy was prepared to tell him that , but , y’know , he’d been shushed. 

          maybe getting jacked would be a blessing in disguise. he could show the parole board he hadn’t fought back , he’d been a good little boy , maybe they could throw him a bone. maybe this asshole would just kill him and be over with it all. 

          yancy raised his hands only slightly , keys looped around one finger , and said nothing. 

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orson shrugs. in theory , he supposes , he knows how to do this - he’s read treasure island and robinson crusoe and the boyscout handbook and others that weren’t so grounded in fiction. in theory , it’s simple - a few sharp strikes and there’ll be sparks. but his hands are numb for other reasons , and so is his spirit. he can’t even bother to be delighted when his second attempt actually catches. 

he’s tempted , with the blade now in his corner , to cut himself and see if he still bleeds. 

“ then there’s another reason why i should just , uh , help. “ he can see the palid frustration on damien’s face , but it’s not enough for him to stop pushing yet. “ ... i’d want a break , i mean , in youse’ shoes. “ 

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[cyclebcrna]

[ so yancy’s main verses are this , for those that send in stuff / Rp w me :

Prison / ahw - technically main verse , right what you see on the tin. Doesn’t quite know about the bs w / his past, he’s just there and a lil suspicious. For those who canonly end up in the prison / could plausibly be in the prison

Life on Mars - he’s not quite “on parole” but not quite free. He knows too much for dark to let him go ; he roams from pocket dimension to pocket dimension , completely aware and terrified. Mostly for Damien / Celine / Darks and those who choose to use his canon reality

the wanderer - on parole , but mostly oblivious. Based on the life I posted the other day, where he works the gas station and just kinda survives. He’s got an inkling that shit isn’t quite right and things don’t make much sense, but he hasn’t connected every dot quite yet

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been thinking about actor!mark manipulating the egos a lot tbh

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Protective Starters

"Stand behind me."

"I won't let anything happen to you."

"Are you alright?"

"Where are you?"

"Who did this?"

"Stay here."

"You're hurt, so stay where you are."

"You can't be moving around like this in your state."

"Just let me protect you."

"Don't you hurt them!"

"Stay away from them!"

"I'll keep you safe."

"Do you trust me?"

"I want to keep you safe."

"Let me make sure the coast is clear."

"Hide under this."

"A pillow fort is the best protection."

"You're safe here."

"Let me hold you."

"I need to know you are safe."

"Don't do anything reckless for my sake."

"I know you can handle yourself, but I would feel better if you had backup."

"Take this. It will keep you safe."

"Don't go too far."

"Watch my back and I'll watch yours."

"I don't need protecting."

"You should look out for yourself first."

"Thank you for protecting them."

"You saved me."

"You're hurt!"

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Send me 🌐 + a verse or au and I'll explain how my muse would fit into it!

If sending to a multimuse, specify muse!

[litprompts]

📚   LEIGH BARDUGO’S SHADOW & BONE. ( 2012 ) STARTERS. PT III.        ↳ change pronouns / wording as necessary.

❛  there are people everywhere, there must be hundreds walking the road.  ❜ ❛  we can’t take a risk like that.  ❜ ❛  i was going to give you a bite, but since you don’t want one, i’ll just have to eat the whole thing myself.  ❜ ❛  you are a brat.  ❜ ❛  quiet now, or i’ll open your throat.  ❜ ❛  what do you say ? you wouldn’t be on the run, would you ?  ❜ ❛  there’s nothing we can do about it now.  ❜ ❛  where did you learn to fight like that ?  ❜ ❛  it was a stupid risk. i should know better.  ❜ ❛  i think you broke that guy’s nose.  ❜ ❛  that’s not nice. i’m not nice.  ❜ ❛  i can’t let that happen, i can’t be responsible for that.  ❜ ❛  you can’t ask that of me.  ❜ ❛  our supplies won’t last forever and every day we’re out here is a chance to get caught.  ❜ ❛  i made my own choices. but those choices got my friends killed.  ❜ ❛  i never really belonged anywhere.  ❜ ❛  you know what has to happen.  ❜ ❛  we’ve wasted enough time here.  ❜ ❛  at what price ? you know this is madness !  ❜ ❛  there is no ordinary life for people like you and me.  ❜ ❛  i’m nothing like you.  ❜ ❛  i did try to warn you.  ❜ ❛  we all did our part to bring about the end of the world.  ❜ ❛  you don’t really believe that.  ❜ ❛  if i tell you to stop, you won’t stop. why should i bother ?  ❜ ❛  you didn’t give me much choice.  ❜ ❛  you’ll tire of hate soon. you’ll tire of everything.  ❜ ❛  you’ll find i have far more practice with eternity.  ❜ ❛  if i’d been stronger, i would have driven a knife through your heart.  ❜ ❛  do you need to see more ?  ❜ ❛  you saw what he did to those people !  ❜

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[ if u wanna start some bs send me a meem or two

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[ yancy’s ideal reality - aka the verse where he gets parole but never figures anything out - is working night shifts at a gas station that was considered run-down , even in the current year of 1955. He’s got a small cabin nestled in a patch of woods he’s renting and a beat up pickup he got second hand after it was involved in an accident. He doesn’t have heating but gets free fire starters at work because the franchise owner knows he’s trying to get on his feet. the owners wife invites him over for a casserole or leftovers every Sunday so he has something for the week that isn’t canned or tampered by his lack of cooking skills , and so he can take a hot shower in the winters. during daytime in the summer he works landscaping under the table for extra cash. he saved five whole paycheck remnants to afford a thrift store vinyl player and a few records, one of which he’s already played enough to scratch. On the weekends he stops by the local bar for a cheap hot meal and to socialize with the boys. occasionally he does karaoke while he’s there , but when his favorite waitress is on the clock he’s too embarrassed. It’s a mediocre living , it barely qualifies as an existence , but it’s his and so is his happiness and he won’t let anyone or anything take it away from him again

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salt bae

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▌BAD IDEAS / @etvidentium​ 

           IT’S NOTHING. IT’S NOTHING. don’t worry , it’s normal.

          it’s what he’d say , if his words weren’t an incomprehensible slurry. 

          yancy swallowed heavily , teeth-trimmed nails scratching at his flushed cheek. he feels like there’s needles in his throat , some weird jacobs ladder formation clogging up his windpipe - when he breathes he wheezes , even if he doesn’t quite mean to. maybe chugging a 40 of bathroom hooch with the boys wasn’t the best idea on a sunday night - maybe he knew alcohol didn’t wear good on him - but that’s why he checked himself out early , woozily crashed before he could listen to tv interrogate him. he hadn’t planned on being this conscious this early , but the urge to purge his system couldn’t be ignored. 

          he hadn’t noticed his cell partner hovering over his shoulder until wearily lifted his head from the communal john , double vision as blurry as his judgement. 

          “ s’- .... sorry. caan’t help’t .. “