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                     SAINTS ROW IV SENTENCE STARTERS.

“You sure this isn’t a set-up?”

“We’re three minutes behind schedule, we need to move.”

“You’re a real people person, aren’t you?”

“What’s past is past. We’re working together now, let’s focus on the job.”

“Now, now. Not so fast.”

“I’m going to have fun breaking you.”

“Couldn’t leave well enough alone, could ya?”

“Fighting back is pointless, my friend.”

“You will be able to get me out of here, right?”

“On my list of priorities, that doesn’t even make my top five hundred.”

“If I was wearing that, I’d ask you to shoot me in the head.”

“What can I say? I’m good at my job.”

“Oh, is something the matter?”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“Thank you. I mean it.”

“You’re not wearing pants.”

“Look, I’m just saying don’t get your hopes up.”

“Well, this has been a productive day.”

“I can kill a lot of people with a computer.”

“Oh, ___. We’re gonna get along famously.”

“You’re really making a big deal out of nothing.”

“If your aim was any worse, you’d be shooting yourself.”

“Look at us, killing everything in sight. Is this what being a sociopath feels like?”

“You’re remarkably calm right now.”

“Hey, sometimes your exes try to kill you, you know? What can you do?”

“Wanna party?”

“You’re lame now. You used to have fun.”

“You’re a terrible person.”

“You don’t have to convince me. Just yourself.”

“We’re talking about this later.”

“Nobody tells me anything!”

“You ready to get outta here?”

“Hey baby, I could show you a good time.”

“No one loses to me.”

“That’s far enough.”

“You know me too well.”

“Don’t you dare confuse duty with self righteousness!”

“Oooh. Sounds serious.”

“Let’s do this without drawing attention, yeah?”

“So an evil version of me is your worst nightmare?”

“_____. I thought you knew me better than that.”

“Why would I hide when I can kill your friends in front of you?”

“I’m not gonna give you the satisfaction.”

“Oooh, I love it when you talk tough.”

“Focus. On. The job.”

“Don’t like talking about your past?”

“Yeah, we should probably get out of here.”

“I have a feeling we’re about to disagree.”

“I can forgive a few punches.”

“You are really starting to piss me off.”

“______, what the hell happened?”

“It would seem your reputation doesn’t do you justice.”

“Can we just get to murdering already?”

“Whatever the plan was, it went out the fucking window. We need to focus on surviving.”

“Quit fucking around and get in here!”

“We had a deal, my friend.”

“Now what am I supposed to do with a naughty little boy/girl like you?”

“I’m trying to save your life!”

“I’m giving you a choice.”

“Get away from me!”

“Quite the entrance.”

“I figured you had a flair for the dramatic.”

“I’m really gonna miss these bonding sessions when I kill you.”

“Well, at least you’re honest.”

“This ain’t pride. This is wrath.”

“Hey _____, you wanna fuck?”

“You have to wait until I want it.”

“Been a hell of a ride, hasn’t it?”

“You’ve changed so much.”

“You’re not very convincing, you know.”

“Glad you didn’t find it awkward, but not really in the mood right now.”

“I really thought I lost you.”

“Look, I gotta tell you something.”

“Just shut up, I have to tell you something.”

“Nothing ever made me feel alive like you did.”

“I’ve been cooped up for way too long.”

“I need to stretch my legs and kill some things.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“Despite everything I’ve done with my life, apparently that’s what I’m known for.”

“I’ve done the planning part in the past and it’s boring. I rather just get in there and get shit done.”

“Look, I’m sorry you had to go through that, but I’m here now. Alive and kicking! That counts for something, right?”

“We’ve had some good times together, haven’t we?”

“You still wanna have a go?”

“Can I help you?”

“____, I respect you too much to bullshit you.”

“You don’t respect me.”

“What do you want?”

“I’m willing to forgive and forget if you are.”

“You ain’t getting close enough to shank me.”

“Give us a minute to recover from last time, yeah?”

“I don’t want things to change between us.”

“You never know if you can have something unless you ask for it.”

“It’s okay, say what’s on your mind.”

“I know you want to, but I don’t.”

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      It was far too cold to be out and about, even with the thick coat he had on - which wasn’t even his, it was Derek’s. He didn’t have money for a winter coat, and tried not to steal things these days, so he and Derek shared one coat. It worked out well enough; rarely were the two of them out and about in the cold at the same time.

      They had needed food, and pizza places weren’t delivering, so tossing a coin to decide who would go to the 24 hour supermarket to pick something up was the next best option. Lincoln lost - or won, depending on how you looked at it - and left the warmth of their dingy apartment to brave the snow and walk to the market.

      Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on his way there, but on his way back, something caught his eye beneath one of the streetlights. Cautious, he hoised the bag of groceries more securely onto his shoulder and moved closer - only to see a man lying there.

      Falling to his knees, Lincoln reached out to touch the stranger’s shoulder. “Hey, man. Hey, just...” Whoever it was, their eyes were closing. “Stay awake. Stay with me... dammit.”

      The man wasn’t exactly small; but Lincoln spent most of his time on construction sites carrying roofing and pipes these days, and he wasn’t too far from home. So he managed to situate the stranger into his arms and half over his shoulders, managing to trudge the rest of the way to the apartment and kick the door until Derek opened it up.

      From there, Lincoln laid the man out on the sofa, having Derek go and heat up some water. A few minutes later, blankets were draped over the person’s frame, warm water nearby, as Lincoln took theier hands into his, rubbing at them, trying to force feeling back into them. The facial features were familiar, but he couldn’t place where from.

      “Man, I don’t think he’s gonna wake up. The hell are you thinking, we don’t need someone dying in here. I just got clean, I don’t need the cops--”

      “Shut up,” Lincoln grumbled. “Complain about it later, okay? He’s not gonna die.”

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      He knew that his roommate - if you could call Derek that; the two of them shared a tiny apartment they were late on the rent for - would probably have a bone to pick with him about bringing someone home, but Lincoln couldn’t just sit silent. He’d bow out and find someplace else if he had to; the apartment was further from Michael than he would have liked anyway.

      At Mick’s question, he shrugged. “I dunno, man. I doubt he will though. I’m pretty good at hiding; so’s Der’. I think you’ll be safe at our place. Even if he does find you. Besides, even if you do run off, d’ya really think he’ll suspect you to stick around in the area? He’ll pro’lly think you ran off to another city, right?”

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Verses

Just a list of the verses I have on this blog so far; more will no doubt be added sometime but for now this is what I have.

Three Parts Innocent, One Part Guilty - Main Verse

When Lincoln accepted an offer - kill this one man and we’ll pay the money you still owe on your loan - he didn’t expect it to throw him into a world of conspiracies and an elaborate, flawlessly-created set-up that had him thrown on death row for a crime he never actually committed. Thanks to his brother, Lincoln escapes and goes on the run, eventually clearing his name. But peace doesn’t last long, and before he knows it, the roles are reversed and now he has to help break his brother out of a prison in Panama. (note: this will be a more detailed description once I catch up; I’ve not finished Season 3)

tag: #verse: an innocent man running (main)

Life Heading In A Questionable Direction - Pre Series Verse

With a mostly absent father and a mother who passed away early on, Lincoln spent most of his childhood trying to protect his younger brother, going to extreme lengths to make sure the other received a good education and got a better life than the one he had grown up in. He couldn’t always be there in the flesh for his brother, and as years passed he slipped in and out of poverty and drug addiction, which only intensified when he borrowed the massive amounts of money needed to send Michael to school. He lives life day to day, falling in and out of relationships, making mistakes, doing the right thing, and repeating the exhausting cycle all over again. And then things get ugly.

tag: #verse: someone show me a sign that i’m more than my demons (pre series)

High On Youth, Living Like Life Is Forfeit - Childhood/Teenage Years

Lincoln never had much critical thinking skills, even growing up; he would set his mind on the outcome he wanted and throw himself at the first solution that presented itself, no matter how dangerous or impractical it might have been. It only grew worse as he grew older: when one of the foster kids he was staying with suggested booze and drugs as a fix-it for the depression he had fallen into after his mother’s death, Lincoln leapt at the chance. It helped in the short-term, but in the long term… not so much. But it kept him from attempting to end it all, and thus gave him enough drive to live semi-normally outside of it: protecting his younger brother to the best of his ability and even going into a relationship for a little while with a childhood friend. But youth doesn’t last, and bad choices have consequences.

tag: #verse: and you know that i’m growing up sad (childhood)

Neurotic To The Bone - Psychopath AU

Lincoln was born just a little off. Not enough for it to be seen as an overly important thing to discuss, so his quirks and lapses in emotion were largely ignored. Shortly after his father abandoned him and his brother, Lincoln began to grow more intense: not always noticeably, some things controlled behind a carefully crafted facade. Outbursts of violence, unhealthy obsessions, stretches of blank apathy that shifted into wild emotions at the drop of a hat…  and more than once, those symptoms and more leading to vicious assault if not the deaths of others.

tag: #verse: counting my sins and giving in (psychopath)

The Darkness Caged Inside - Serial Killer AU

Maybe it was the use of drugs at a fairly young age. Maybe it was the boiling fury that came with losing both parents; one from neglect, the other to death. Whatever the reason, Lincoln was a fairly normal child but once he hit the teenage years, everything began to spiral downhill. Filled with rage and frustration and pure unadulterated bitterness, Lincoln tends to be more or less in charge of his mind. He can resist the urges - most of the time. But bottling up the negative feelings only lasts so long before he explodes and has to release it in a very violent manner. He feels no remorse for the deaths: not the ones enacted in blind fury, and not the ones enacted simply because he decided he didn’t like the person or they posed a threat to something or someone he held dear. Killing is a coping mechanism. So are the drugs. When it’s that or suicide and leaving the few people you love behind, well… surely those are the better options. Right?

tag: #verse: some sweet violent urge; a weak fallen man with the promise of an end (serial killer)

Heaving Through Corrupted Lungs - Drug Addiction

When Lincoln was fairly young, the foster kids of the family he was staying with found out about his depression and told him they could fix it. They took him out for booze and drugs, and it helped dull his mind. He tried to turn it down the next few times, but they always persisted, and a part of him wanted the blessed relief from his thoughts. So he would say yes. Before long, it bacme a habit. Then an addiction. And with each passing day, the more reckless and less manageable he became, being passed from foster family to foster family as each one realised they didn’t know how to deal with him. For years afterward, he fell into a vicious cycle: he would go off the drugs, go through withdrawals, get clean, try to make something of himself for a time, and then fall straight back into it again, never able to stay away for long, desperate for some sort of relief from the weight of life.

tag: #verse: my veins are busy but my heart’s in atrophy (addiction)

This Hell You Put Me In; This Devil Within - Lucifer AU

While on the run from the feds, desperate and afraid, Lincoln Burrows was gunned down. On the brink of death, a being came to him, and struck a deal: they needed a new vessel, Lincoln had a family to protect. In return for his soul and his body, Lucifer - for this was Lucifer - promised to let him stay more or less ‘alive’, to protect his brother and his son. Desperate and struggling through his last breaths, Lincoln agreed to the terms. Now he shares his body - and usuually most of his mind - with Lucifer himself, serving as a vessel for the being that made a deal he couldn’t refuse.

tag: #verse: let us walk on stained glass; sinners one and sinners all (lucifer)

I Was Walking With A Ghost - Ghost Michael AU (currently exclusive with @ofanescapist)

Many things in life had caused Lincoln immense pain and grief; the death of his mother was one such thing, one of the more intense. But nothing, nothing at all, could compare to losing his younger brother. For the first few months after the funeral, Lincoln sinks into despair and depression, going back to the solace of drugs and alcohol before fighting his way back out of that chasm again to try and move on with life. And then he finds out that Michael isn’t quite gone: not completely.

tag: #verse: talking to your ghost all day; hoping in the same old way… have you really gone? (ghost michael)

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      Lincoln already had problems with relationships. He had his own collection of problems and quirks that people found it difficult to deal with, and he didn’t try to hide them. Every so often someone would come along that looked past them, and he was definitely grateful. This girl was one of them. He liked her, and she seemed to like him.

      It always lingered in the back of his mind that he ewasn’t spending as much time with Michael. Always. It was one of the many ‘quirks’ he had, he supposed: he almost always put family first. Sure, he could back off from them for a while if in a relationship, but in the end, if it came down to a choice, he would choose Michael, every single time. That didn’t usually go down well with girlfriends who wanted his sole attention and devotion, without having to share him with others or let him go so he could go to be with his family. 

      So far, though that hadn’t been a problem. It seemed like things were going well and would continue to go well. He was wrong.

      He had gone to the bathroom to wash up a bit before walking her to her car, and the subtle shift in her behaviour had not gone unnoticed. Cautious glances, a tenser atmosphere hanging in the air between them. He wasn’t always the most perceptive but these things were stark enough that he caught on immediately.

      He tried to ask her what was wrong, but she stammered something out, flashed a smile that looked a bit too fake, and drove away. Lincoln had frowned, more confused for the timebeing than upset, and went back inside the house.

      A nagging feeling kept poking at him as he tried to go about cleaning the living room up a bit, and before long, he settled into a seated position on the floor, one leg sprawled out, the other hitched up so he could rest one arm on his knee. He looked up at Michael, not wanting to ask the question on his mind, but finding no other explanation for how she had acted so normally one moment but so differently just a few minutes later. “Mike... what’d you say to her?”

[ @have-a-little-faith​ has a very devoted little brother ]

He can’t remember a time things weren’t this way.  Even when their mother was alive Michael had clung to Lincoln in some ways, looking up to his brother as if he were the closest thing to a superhero Michael believed in.

He explains away how things began to change with their mother’s death- it wasn’t entirely false, after all.  They were all each other had then.  Michael could convince himself easily how smooth the shift had been, how losing their parent simply increased his connection to his brother somewhat, as if he hadn’t only began sleeping in Lincoln’s bed after that first foster home.  (As if Lincoln hadn’t looked at him odd for new behaviors initially)

Could Michael really be blamed for how things changed as the years went on?  When he watched Lincoln get into more and more trouble, risking them being separated again, getting arrested, getting hurt– no, Michael does what he has to do to take care of his brother. In this case, that was once again sitting with the seemingly nice girl Lincoln was spending his evenings with - instead of with Michael, usually letting the younger crawl into bed with him after a bad dream - while the older of the two was in the bathroom.  It was a small window that he would be allowed to do this, but Michael had practice in everything from the sorts of lies he tells to the coy, innocent tone of voice used that often had people letting their guard down around him.

“This is probably going to come off wrong, but I appreciate you doing this, spending time with him.”  His brow furrows when she asks what he means.  “He didn’t tell you..? I just- I’m sorry, I thought he would have.  He promised me he would so you knew what you were getting into.”  She looks worried.  Michael’s fingers fidget with each other.  “He had to go to this..Therapy our church recommended, a little bit ago, for–” The bathroom door opens then, sufficiently quieting Michael just in time for his implication to dawn on the young woman.  He wished he didn’t have to stoop to such levels, but as Lincoln walks her out Michael suspects by the look on her face she tries to mask that he did exactly what had to be done.

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nightmare starters part 2

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“Will you please tell me what they’re about?! How do you expect me to help if you don’t tell me?!” “You should go and see someone about those nightmares. They’re only getting worse, aren’t they?” “Can we sleep with the lights on?” “I haven’t slept peacefully in weeks.” “I can’t tell you my nightmare this time… It’s too bad, I don’t want to have to say it out loud.” “Can I sleep in your room? I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep in my own bed.” “I’m sorry for waking you… I had a really bad nightmare.” “I can’t stop thinking about that weird dream I had weeks ago. It’s like it’s haunting me.” “You look exhausted. Bad night?” “Calm down, calm down. It was just a dream. It’s over now.” “You’re overreacting. Everyone has bad dreams sometimes. No need to get all weird about it.” “Are you still thinking about that nightmare? I’m sure it didn’t mean anything, okay? We’re not in a horror movie.” “You should go to the doctor. These nightmares are making you miss sleep and you’re always exhausted. Get help.” “How about you come and sleep in my bed? I’ll watch over you while you fall asleep, I promise.” “I think I’d feel less tired if I didn’t sleep at all anymore. These nightmares are killing me.” “I thought you didn’t get them anymore.” “I guess it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie before bed…” “When will you finally tell me what they’re about?” “Wow, you look exhausted. Did you sleep at all last night?” “Oh my god, that was horrible… that was so horrible…” “How about you sleep in my bed for the coming days? It can be like a sleepover. I’m sure you’ll feel good enough and the nightmares will stay away!” “I can’t breathe! It was real, it was!” “Have you tried writing them down? They might go away if you do…” “Have you any idea how worried I am? Please tell me what’s up with you or I can’t help! You look exhausted!” “Please leave the light on.” “Have you any idea what’s causing these nightmares?” “I don’t think you understand how exhausting it is to not have had a good night’s rest in weeks.”

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This is so relatable

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I need to be stopped

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...*kisses for lincoln from kaylee* *slinks away*...

      Well, that was certainly… unexpected.

      Lincoln blinked a few times, his expression one of neutral confusion before it slowly faded into a slightly uncertain smile. Normally, he wouldn’t be so laid back about it - baffled, yes, but if someone tried to invade his personal space without permission he usually got at least a little snappish.

      But honestly, who could be snappish with Kaylee? Hardly anyone, he imagined.

      The hint of a chuckle escaped him. “Uh… thanks. Any reason for that?”

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      Something seemed different about the other boy. Lincoln didn’t really know what, and he didn’t much care; he had learnt early on from the foster kids who showed him how to find dealers for drugs that you don’t look too much into the hardened glint in young eyes or the tense muscles of someone standing against the brick wall of an alley. The words the other boy spoke didn’t help the cautious curiosity any.

      Besides, Mick seemed nice enough and Lincoln couldn’t go home right now. He was glad for the company, even if just for a few moments. He slipped a zippo lighter from his pocket, offering it to the other.

      “Fair enough. Pretty sure the cops’d like to get their hands on me too for stuff. They just haven’t caught me yet.” 

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i feel like it would be too lazy of me to use teen mick’s FC from legends of tomorrow as Linc’s FC so here i go to hollow art

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Wentworth Miller in The Human Stain

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Gmail is telling me that I’m unable to send an email, but in case you see this: I live in Washington State. I might - might - be able to hook you up with a place to stay for a short time. I live with my parents so it might not be a sure thing, but I can try depending on whereabouts you are.

If you feel comfortable saying which city area you’re in, send me an ask, and I’ll see what I can do. At the very least I’ll see if I can try and send some money. Just let me know.

I’m writing this post out of sheer desperation, and have avoided it for quite some time. I’m an 18 year old woman living in a semi-rural area of Washington, not known for being terribly safe at night. And as of two hours ago, I am completely homeless without a cent to my name. To make matters worse, the homeless shelters in the area don’t do intakes until 1:30 pm next Monday, and it’s currently 5 in the afternoon on Thursday. I’m typing this from a library, but even that closes after 9 pm.

I honestly do not know what to do. I don’t have any friends here who can offer me a place to stay any longer than they have, and my significant other is on the other side of the country.

I need help. Any help at all. If you can offer any, my paypal is brittanyhjones1998@gmail.com

Please, and thank you.

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Send ‘rough touch’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

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@ofanescapist liked this post for a psychopath/serial killer Lincoln starter

      He almost wished he could say with honesty that he hadn’t meant to. That it had been an accident, a drug trip, a matter of brainwashing or mind manipulation by someone else.

      But it hadn’t been. Oh no. It had been premeditated, planned, and executed - all of his own volition - and most of him didn’t care in the least. As a matter of fact, all but a tiny part of him was racing with adrenaline and the sheer excitement and satisfaction of what he had done. No remorse or guilty harboured itself inside his heart; only a very faint sliver of concern for his brother.

      The moment Michael had told him about his girlfriend - about the cigarette burns and abuse she dealt out to him - Lincoln had started planning. For a few weeks, he had done nothing but trail behind the girl, making notes of where she went and when; what times she was alone and what times she was with other people and what times she was with Michael. The routes she took to get from point A to point B in her daily life. Whether she carried any weapons. He noted it all down.

      After that, it had been all too easy to intercept her when no one else could stop him or see him.

      At first, he had only planned to rough her up; warn her never to go near Michael again. But things don’t always go according to plan and his mask fell away during one of her struggles, exposing his face.

      He couldn’t risk her recognising him and telling Michael the identity of her attacker. So he changed his plans. And felt no remorse for it whatsoever.

      It wasn’t difficult at all to face Michael a while later, after everything had gone down - he had done what he did to protect his brother, and besides, it wasn’t as though he knew who had done it. Things could go back to normal. He could live without the fear of Michael ending up in the hospital.

      But Michael was an emotional sort, so some time after, Lincoln decided to go make sure the other was doing okay; he couldn’t imagine the death of someone so abusive would hit Michael hard, but then, who knew. It was better to be careful, so he stopped by with takeout, seeming for all the world like a normal, concerned brother - and not the killer everyone was trying to find.