Guilty Of Nothing

An indie semi selective rp blog for Agent York of RvB Penned by Gamma (sidebar image by foxtrot-12)

[yorkitbaby]

PSA

Bc i’m never on here anymore, if you want to write pls hit me up on discord. Pm me for my tag if you want it.

[myersin-a-blog]

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 

001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse.  003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object.  005. — Throw something large at my muse.  006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm.  018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood.  029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

[yorkitbaby]

Tagged by @loksenna

to make a mini york tm here

Tagging @proviidence bc make a tiny rhode

[loksenna]

@yorkitbaby

If there was anything that could be said about Isaac Gates it was this: promise. He showed fire and promise from the moment he was recruited. He had the talent and capability to be on the leader board, the fault came in his personality. He could follow orders and complete missions, but he was very likely to mouth off to superiors, showed no reverence for the leader board and acted like he owned the place. The mix of traits and promise kept him around, but his tendencies kept him shy of the leaderboard.

At the very least, that’s what he’d rationalized. Isaac hated the idea of someone having any sort of sway or power over who he was. From the outset, he had figured the leaderboard was an attempt to get freelancers cooperation. He knew he needed no such persuasion, just give him something to kill and he’d kill it. He wasn’t the failure here, they were, for thinking they could use that kind of trap on him. So, instead of actively making his way up the ranks or communicating with soldiers that could help him, Isaac could be found flirting with one of the female officers and showing off what skills he’d honed over the years.

His act currently consisted of using food trays and every muscle in his body to balance on a food trey, tilted at an angle so it appeared like he was going to slide. it was a neat trick, until he did actually start to slide and over corrected himself in an attempt to gain control of the situation. He fell backwards and felt his legs hook onto something –well, someone actually–before the tray slid. Isaac clipped his nose against the table and crashed to the ground in a very ungraceful heap.

[yorkitbaby]

Another day spent sparring, another time he finds someone flirting with the female officers. He tried his hand at that for a few months when he was first recruited. It really doesn’t work. Maybe it takes a special someone, what does he know? 

He’s not paying attention, maybe he should more in the mess hall. Particularly after he took a tray to the teeth after South tried to shout a warning. All he heard was “YORK!” and then a bloody mouth, stunned silence, and an ‘I tried to warn you’. 

Someone crashes into him. He’s glad to break their fall but hold on. Is that - “Massachusetts?”

[yorkitbaby]

I’m BACK (not clickbait)

((BUT GAMMA, you say, DIDN’T YOU SAY YOU’D BE BACK THREE YEARS AGO? Yeah. Yeah i did. But sometimes i say things I don’t mean. So here’s the tea, I miss my boi, my boi that rt so callously snatched from my hands too early. So. Gonna maybe do some cleanup here then start crankin stuff out. Back to biz tm.))

[belladonianoir]

[outofmxnd]

     ❝ I don’t care if it hurts, I’ll pay my weight in BLOOD. ❞

                                                  independent AGENT WASHINGTON,                                                               from RoosterTeeth’s RED VS. BLUE.

⊕ home // rules // muse // verses ⊕ ↳ ( written by Ping. )

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[yorkitbaby]

Hey, You

@proviidence

York snickers to himself as he slips through the shadows on the Feds’ central intelligence base. Started off as nothing but some washed up soldier until he proved his usefulness. He could bring this whole place down if he wanted to, but Kimball shot that idea down. He’s only supposed to get select data on weapons transports and the location of a few other bases. That’s easy. It’s made even easier with Delta.

He waits for two of the feds to exit a control room before slipping in behind them. He cracks his knuckles and Delta winks into existence next to the main monitor. Pulling up a handful of folders, he looks to the little AI.

“How fast can you grab that data for me?”

“Twenty five point three seconds.”

“Nice, I’ll keep watch then,” twenty-five seconds isn’t too long. No, but anything could go wrong in that timeframe.

[misterquickwitted]

@yorkitbaby liked for a starter

Ships crash landing on Chorus is apparently super common, and it makes Tucker feel sort of marginally better about the whole fiasco with the ship that brought them there. Checking out the wrecks is supposed to be pretty routine and boring, not usually much to be found there, but hell, it’s better than hanging around trying to train people. And it’s pretty close to their base, close enough that the pirates haven’t gotten there first. 

The rest of the squad hangs back near their jeep, staying on watch because the pirates have to know this ship crashed, so Tucker heads toward the smoking heap of a ship alone. He winces as he looks it over. Shit looks pretty fucked, but… he’s got a blip on his bio scan. Someone’s in there. Someone alive. So he forces open what looks like the entry hatch and makes his way inside. 

“Hello? Fuck–” He tries to wave away the smoke as he jerks away from sparking control panels. “Anyone in here?” 

[yorkitbaby]

York regains consciousness upside down with his legs hanging in front of his face. He bends them to see if they’re broken. They’re not. Alright, that’s a start. He was unconscious, so that probably means head trauma. Maybe he shouldn’t move. Given that he has movement in his legs, he probably doesn’t have spinal damage. That’s good. He can still feel that Delta’s in his neck. That’s also good. Can’t have an AI chip getting jarred loose. As he thinks of him, the little green guy starts to wake up. 

No, go back to sleep. I’m fine. He thinks, trying to reassure him.

Are you certain? You seem to be in distress. 

Yeah I’m in distress, I’m upside down in a crashed ship. 

I’d recommend cutting yourself free.

He takes stock of his surroundings. Nothing really to cut himself free on. Then, footsteps, just as Delta notifies him of several biological signatures detected. The door pops open and he braces for trouble. Then a voice? One that sounds not quite so hostile? 

“Yeah, just me. Bit tangled up at the moment. Mind givin’ me a hand?”

[yorkitbaby]

Breathe

[yorkitbaby]

Delta winks into existence above York’s head, stiff and mechanical as always. York is still breathing, for now. He could stimulate the healing unit to press him back to consciousness, but that would put him more at risk. He could not let York die. 

“Agent Carolina, your time limit at this moment is,” a pause as he runs calculations, “most likely two minutes and fourteen seconds. The bullet has exited his skull. The most pressing concern is blood loss and internal hemorrhaging. If you have biofoam or other substances similar to it, I would recommend using them. If not, Agent York is likely to die.”

[frostwill]

critical role sentence starters !!!

so… we’ll talk later.

why won’t you stay down and die with dignity?

no. no further.

this is not over. it can’t be.

try not to have too much fun without us.

i have this blink candle. it’s formed from various animals that blink.

it’s so rare that we’re actually given the opportunity to be honest about everything. we might as well try it once and see if we like it.

you know i’m in love with you, right?

you seem… like a person. and that’s great.

those are coins! you’re not making it rain, you’re making it hail!

i’m killing someone, hold please.

your secret is safe with my indifference.

my heart is someone else’s.

do not go far from me. if we are out of earshot, you are too far from me.

um, i don’t know if it’s the food you made or the fact that we’re going to die tomorrow, but i want to kiss you.

i was all kinds of fucked up a few weeks ago.

you’re all kinds of fucked up all the time. we all are. and that’s why we’re together.

i just want to let you know… i am possibly the worst person you’ve ever met.

i think i kind of hope… not necessarily to hurt you or harm you, but i hope that one day… that you can know just how awful i can be.

you can curse, it’s okay. you killed one of us.

i think i’ve always been in love with the idea of you.

i was only gone for thirty seconds!

i encourage violence.

i can give you the means to protect them.

i do not want to die who i am. i’d like to live long enough to be someone else.

you’re on your own, fuckface.

a volcano is - is nature’s candle!

sometimes people go and they don’t come back.

do you spice?

so we’re going to kill everyone that we see in the next ten seconds.

i don’t want to be here if you’re not.

i told you before. no one kills you but me.

he traded his life!

i don’t have very many things that i care about and i don’t have anything that cares about me.

i’m great! well, not really, but i’m just going to pretend i’m happy so everybody can be okay!

i’ve been in a barrel for an hour. i fell asleep in there!

yes. i heard. it was the only thing i heard.

don’t cry. i’m just a little cold.

i bury my shame.

i should have told you. it’s yours.

forgiveness - that’s the key, isn’t it? it’s the only way to really grow.

your hair’s a mess. sit still.

you are my heart. you are me. you are my other half. you are welcome with me always.

you don’t always have to put on a brave face, dear.

we’re friends, right? are we friends?

i know we don’t always agree and i know i can be unkind, but… you know you’re family, right?

i’ve had a terrible thought. and it is sort of my business to have terrible thoughts.

take me instead.

we walk towards glory.

that’s mine! that’s mine!

did it choose me because i was broken, or did it break me?

please bring him back to me.

you think you care about me?

this was always supposed to happen, wasn’t it?

i love you. if i can find you, i will. if not, stay alive.

if he’s gone i won’t be the same.

i’d watch your moral panic all day, it’s delightful.

in many ways you are my total opposite. but you are also my best friend.

i made a choice. this is my family.

i forgive you. but i cannot let you leave.

please. please. i love him as much as you do.

fix him. fix him!

i like this family. i’d like to keep it.

i want you to know that you are like a brother to me.

talk about my sister again.

it’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats!

i can’t have you gone. i need you here.

i think we’re very broken people. but i think together we’re much greater than the sum of our parts.

don’t ever fucking do that again.

you didn’t die. but you did! but you didn’t. but you did! and then you didn’t.

i don’t want any of this! i don’t want any of this.

i’ve just had a near death experience and i’m craving some lasagna. 

you know, you’re getting weirder.

you and i are very different.

i’ve killed two of those who’ve wronged me and nothing is better. nothing feels better. nothing is avenged.

call me “child” one more goddamn time!

if you’re lucky, you die last.

some people have no sense of fucking honor!

i’ll take my clothes off if it’ll inspire us.

thank you for believing in me.

you’ve never done anything for me! never! you’ve never risked anything, you don’t know me!

everyone else believes in you. why shouldn’t you?

how many fingers am i holding up?

what’s the first letter of the alphabet? this you know.

yay! teamwork!

you fucking died!

don’t touch me right now! i’m not - don’t touch me!

i’m going to go get a sandwich.

you had us all very worried.

your reckless impulses will get you killed!

i’m done with gods. they will not help me. perhaps you will. 

this is too fucking much.

come here, you shithead.

it has been an honor.

screw you! i want my final words with you to be indignant and irritated.

you’re the face i saw when murder entered my heart.

i’m undecided about you.

never forget you’re my favorite. and i’m so sorry.

i’m not leaving him.

you’re a better man than you believe.

feel like making a home here?

you’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again.

sound off if you’re alive.

it’s not going to work.

[yorkitbaby]

Breathe

starter for @perpetualxfire a little late

Who would have guessed that taking a bullet to the head would hurt? As he fell, he wasn’t sure what hurt more; the entry wound or the betrayal. He knew that of all those in the project, Wyoming would be the one most likely to backstab him, but he was expecting to be backstabbed, not blindsided. 

His body hits the ground. He’s not dead yet. He should be. Lateral gunshot wounds went through both hemispheres and the inner brain. One of the medics said that when he was recovering from losing the eye. If he still had that eye, he wouldn’t be recalling human anatomy as time moves in slow motion. He doesn’t even feel the blood pooling under his head and wonders if . 

Something stirs in the back of his head, close to where the spinal cord joins with his skull. It could be blood but...no. For whatever reason this feels green. He feels his healing aid activate, pumping him full of painkillers first. That’s really the only thing it’s good for, painkillers and blood clotters. Stopping bleeding and reducing pain. It’s not really good for brain injuries. His eyes close. Wyoming is long gone. Everything fades.

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Sexual Sunday! Send my muse ♒ and a nsfw/sexual question and they have to answer it - whether they want to or not.

[yorkitbaby]

((Hey it’s gamma back at it again with another promo. Like or reblog this if youd be down for interacting with my boi york.))

[yorkitbaby]

((Im back this time for reali swear. Like this for some plotting. Some very minimal plotting))

[yorkitbaby]

((Im back this time for reali swear. Like this for some plotting. Some very minimal plotting))

[thedirectahry]

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