#yance

[thatoneguywhowho]

hey. no, dont do that.

do what?

dont play dumb..

excuse me-?

..hff, damien, cmon..

…

youse know that bein self destructive wont do shit for youse.. youse just gonna end up hurtin em more..

they wouldnt hurt as long as they would if they stayed with me. if i just,, go hard, again. block them out, go distant..

bud.. youse n i both knows that doin stuff like that never pans out well..

well, what if it does? what if they get to be happier, meet someone better? someone not as.. complicated…?

damien.. youse know that shit aint gonna happen.. i knows ‘ts hard now but.. that dont mean its gonna last f’ forever, yknow..?

im tired of hurting people..

i know.. but i promise youse that th’ botha youses gonna work it through, alright?

…

[earnestlyegos]

Hey did you interact with my one ask because of the Mark and Eef fictives /genq because I'm Eef and I really appreciate it and so you're getting a follow

yeah, we’s sure did!! try’n t’ make a few new friends ‘round ‘ere if youses interested!

[regalrain]

I’m sorry for whoever reads this, but Yancy would dress up as Bowsette.

[petorahs]

pokemon influencer meetup!

[late-night-cabaret]

It has been a long... fucking... day.

Yancy can't remember the last time he was so glad to be back at his office. Listening to stuffy old fucks who think they know better than him loses it's charm real quick.

As soon as he's walking in the door, the suit jacket comes off and hangs on the hook. Sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, tie loosened and removed, a couple of buttons undone. His version of dressing down, at least here. It's a different story when he gets back home.

Then, once he's sitting in his chair, he's pouring a glass of whiskey. What goes great with whiskey? A fucking cigar... he deems he's earned it today.

Reaching into one of the lower drawers of his desk, Yancy pulls out the humidor he keeps there and chooses one of his favorites.

Within moments, he's leaning back in his chair and lighting the stogie, taking several puffs until the embers are burning bright. Slowly, he blows the sweet, herbacious smoke out through his mouth with a satisfied sigh. There's always a pleasant buzz that settles in with cigars, and he gladly basks in it.

[freebirdyance]

Yancy... Yancy, Yancy, Yancy.

His fiance's name sounded so sweet in his head. Even sweeter when he said it out loud. Gosh, he was so lovesick. Wilford still had trouble believing that he was getting married to such an amazing man.

"Oh my love..." Wilford places a sleepy kiss on Yancy's cheek. A nice nap was just what they needed after a long, hot day. And it'd been too long since they've had a good ol' cuddle.

"'m hungry..." He says. It was partially why he wanted to wake him up in the first place. "C'mon..."

-@wilfywarfy

Even though it's just a nap, Yancy sleeps like a rock. Both arms wrapped around his fiancé, holding him close, content as he breathes deeply and hums. The kiss and Wilford's words graze the edge of his consciousness as he nuzzles into his neck.

"Couldn' eat 'nother bite..." Yancy mumbles against his skin, dreaming of a delightful meal when in reality, his stomach is actually growling. At the moment, though, sleep is winning.

[yeahthatsmypapi]

[mikealys-ael]

I DID forget to post the new design of Yance woops─

Decided to make him bulker, thicker neck and take off the tiny pointy rays

[antis-hell]

Just got told to touch grass by a man who spent 15 years in prison in order to avoid touching grass

[regalrain]

@doctordiscord123

Art by ToshiaSan

[thatoneguywhowho]

i can see her gaze

[earnestlyegos]

Favorite source memories?

Also, this might be a strange one, but yancy if you have any memories of y/n what did they look like?

id say my favorite source memory oughtta be when i told youse bout gettin on parole!! worked real hard f’ that, n it was real nice t’ see youses face ‘gain.

i cant quite remember what theys face woulda looked like back in heist, but i do recall youse was wearin some silly damn space helmet n stuffs! if i’s didnt know alla what happened i’s woulda assumed youse was just tryin’ t’ stay hidden!

[randomrichards]

POWER (2024):

Police history

Misuse of authority

Used to subjugate

[dancyyancy]

@the-writer-and-his-stories

i wanna bite u (i'm desperately in love with u but idk how to show it)

[late-night-cabaret]

Things have been rough. Aaron's not sure how he's still holding everything together. It constantly feels like one wrong move, one tiny stumble, and everything will come crashing down.

His job keeps him... housed. At least. Most months, anyways. His piece of shit landlord keeps jacking up the rent, and his ex fucked off somewhere, leaving him hanging with the lease.

(He probably deserved it. He was not a very good partner.)

Tonight was shit. Aaron had already been feeling unwell, the kind of unwell that had led to him getting thrown out onto the streets, and one of the patrons had gotten too clingy in the private room, and the next thing he knew the guy was unconscious and bleeding, and his knuckles were split open.

This wouldn't have been a problem, really, if it weren't for the fact that this was not the first time it happened. Being known for lying wouldn't help his case, either.

He's called into the office. That's never good. He hugs himself and goes in under Hank's fucking judgmental-ass stare. Fuck him, anyways. Standing in front of the desk, he glares at the top of it, heart racing in his throat and stomach twisting.

Yancy isn't always at The Grind. He's a busy man. He owns half a dozen other businesses (the legitimate ones), and he has shit to do. He's been at The Grind more lately, and the reason for that is fucking standing in front of his desk.

And he can't even look Yancy in the eye. It's as aggravating as it is pleasing in its own way.

He's just come from a meeting, dressed in a burgundy suit, black tie loosened so the blood pulsing in his neck has somewhere to go. He lets Aaron stand there in silence for a moment, like a dog that knows it wasn't supposed to get into the trash and still couldn't fucking help itself.

Then, a tablet is being pushed into Aaron's field of vision on the desk. Video of the incident plays, captured by one of the cameras in the ceiling.

"Got anythin' to say for yerself?" He asks, and it's calm. Way too calm.

[freebirdyance]

This was not Ace's first time seeing the inside of the school. No, that had been when Irene had brought him for a tour and to sign some papers. He hadn't thought he'd be allowed to sign anything yet. But it's his first time alone.

He feels lost in a sea of people his own age, surrounded on all sides by teenagers who give him a wide berth. School had started months ago, what's this kid doing here? Is he new? Transferred from out of town? You think it's another one of those kids from the house on Winter Street? Orphans, right? No, throwaways—

There's a lot of voices. It's uncomfortable. He hasn't been in a place with this many people. He doesn't know why it makes him so viscerally uncomfortable, like his skin doesn't fit. Like the light hurts.

Ace has a map. He can follow a map. All he has to do is find this room. And he can ask for help if he needs it, even though he knows words would get stuck and he wouldn't be able to.

He knows he doesn't look the best, old clothes, too thin, the still-healing injury on the back of his skull. So he doesn't really want to talk to anyone. He just wants to get through these months and get his diploma and never look back.

Ace misses his uncle. His classes were fun. And had less people.

Lost in rapidly spiraling thoughts, and in his map, he doesn't notice someone's stopped in the hallway until he's running into their back. It almost makes him fall backwards and he just freezes, unsure how to navigate this situation at all.

Yancy had heard something about a new kid coming to school. In fact, everyone couldn't seem to shut up about it. He didn't care; high school was his slice of normalcy that kept him away from his fucking parents and their bullshit demands. A haven he was going to lose after he graduated this year and did... whatever he was going to do.

He couldn't worry about dumb shit like where a new kid is from.

Yancy towers over everyone as he navigates through the hallway, ignoring the various stares and wide berth he's given. For the most part, at least. He gets a few looks and waves from some theater and band kids, and some... interested parties. Oh shit, there's Marcie. He was supposed to call her... walk faster.

His attention was then pulled further down the hallway as a loud voice echoes through the crowd.

"What the fuck?"

The person Ace ran into is Todd Haverson. Unfortunately for him, Todd is a real asshole. Not captain of the football team level, but close enough. He barely moves when he's bumped into, but one wouldn't be able to tell with the way he turns around and glares at Ace with disgust.

"Watch where the fuck you're going... wait a second. You're the new kid, yeah?" The already smug smile twists into something more cruel as he looks Ace over. "Is it true you're the new mutt from that house on Winter Street?"