#yancyplier

[strawberryamanita]

Yancy after taking his 2+ hours-long prison showers

[flower-zombie-rob]

I really liked the galaxy-themes Robbie the zombie drawing because of how it came out so here, have starry yancy too

[orange-waterfalls]

Dimension Hopping

Yancy x gn!reader

Ask: YANCY FIC PLEAEEEEEEE

A/N: As you can see, I had a lot of free reign with this so i got creative <333 it’s just fluff with the slightest microscopic hint of angst because I am in LOVE with he and also Wilford is a supportive dad and ALSO crying but it’s happy crying I swear!! enjoy!!!

Word Count: 2.7k

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You stared at the prisoner for a lot longer than explicitly necessary. In your defense, it had been a while. A long, long while. Didn’t seem to last as long for him, though. He hadn’t aged a day. Well, that wasn’t true. He had a few new tattoos. You supposed that made sense. But still, you had to stare. He was here. He was really here. Yeah, you’d seen Illy earlier, but he fucking left you, so he doesn’t count. Also Wilford, who kicked you out almost immediately and almost made you cry for it. But Yancy was here and talking and having a conversation and asking how you’ve been and oh boy, those are more tears. You hoped Yancy wouldn’t notice.

He noticed.

“H-Hey, pal, hey, what’s the matter?” He chuckled, a worried look on his face. You shook your head. “Well, obviously there’s somethin’, otherwise you wouldn’t be cryin’.” You shook your head harder. 

It’s stupid, you thought. 

“Hey, if it made you cry, it ain’t stupid.” He asserted. He then paused, thinking for a moment. “Well, actually… You’re allowed to cry. Even if the reason’s stupid. Either way, it’s fine, so you can calm down because I think I might have ta break the glass to comfort cha.” You sniffed aggressively, trying to force your body to fuck off and calm down because it’s not that deep, ok? Besides, Yancy is progressively getting more anxious about it. 

“Would me cryin’ in solidarity make you feel better? I can do that. I could stab myself in the thigh or somethin’ to make me cry. I can do that. You want me to do that?” You shook your head so hard it hurt, smiling nonetheless. “Ok! Ok, I won’t.” And so he just sat there and waited for you to calm down.

You did not, in fact, calm down. You did manage to suppress your sobbing enough that Yancy believed you’d stopped crying. You gave him a shaky thumbs up. He smiled brightly and gave you a confident one back.

“Alright, good! Cause you gotta pay attention. Oh, we wrote a new song!” He said excitedly. He put the phone down, the sound immediately getting muffled and you pointed back, but Yancy was already on the chair and barely paying attention to you. You weren’t gonna interrupt him. It looked like a fun song. You liked seeing him have fun.

You did not like the glow you saw out of the corner of your peripheral. You slowly brought your hand up and looked at it.

No. you thought desperately. No, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO—

You slapped at the crystal and you knocked on the glass. You tried so hard to get Yancy’s attention. He was too into his musical number. He couldn’t hear you over the music and he could barely see you over the lights.

You felt a few more tears slip as you let your hands slide off the glass and collapsed back into the chair. You buried your head in your hands and stared at the crystal as it prepared to take you away again.

Better luck next time, Some mocking voice said in your head. You growled a little. You knew better than to mess with the space-time continuum.

You knew who didn’t, though…

–

Wilford screamed when you kicked his door down. Like legitimately, actually screamed. Like this was a slasher movie and he was about to be murdered by the angry 5’4” space captain who was stalking towards him. 

You didn’t have the crystal anymore. That was important.

“Wha-Yo-HOW did you get here?” He sputtered out with a laugh. You shrugged, making a noncommittal noise. You made your way to the chair across from him and sat down. He looked at you. And you looked at him.

I need your help, you thought.

“My help, you need? Well, I’m always willing to help a friend! Or a universe-destroying mutual acquaintance.” He explained giddily. “I can help with anything! Need to get back with an ex-lover? Fly to Burma? Kill a congressman? Whatever you need!”

I want to get back to Yancy.

“Except that, I can’t help you with that.” He waved off your request, standing to walk elsewhere in the room. You brought your hands out, a question as to why. He simply shook his head and started to pour whiskey that you are 90% sure was not there before. You twisted around in your chair so you were on your knees facing him, gripping the back of the chair.

Wilford! Come on. Please?

“No, now you know there are rules! The first rule is that there are no rules. Second rule is no dimension hopping!” He stated. He set aside the first glass of whiskey. He poured another glass of whiskey. He seemed to think for a moment before pulling another glass from nowhere and instead pouring apple juice in the third one. You weren’t sure if the juice was for you or for him.

You just said there were no rules!

“And the second rule is no dimension-hopping! Come on, try to listen!” He scolded. You sighed, exasperated.

Come on, Wil, I just wanna see someone… your thoughts were a mumble. Wilford stopped in his tracks. You froze as well, thinking something was wrong. He slowly turned to you with a wide smile on his face. Well… it was more like a shit-eating grin. The kind your friends got when you told them who your crush was.

Uh-oh.

Wilford ran back over and crashed into his seat, making you jump and cover your mouth. His chair tipped back a moment before setting itself upright again. Wil slammed one of the glasses in front of you (you still weren’t sure which it was), pulled out his notepad and pen, crossed his legs daintily and looked at you expectedly. You stared at him. He stared at you with a smile.

What.

“Go ahead. Make your case.” He instructed. Your eyebrows furrowed.

What?

“You want me to take you to see a special someone,” He teased and you crossed your arms, sinking in your chair, “I want you to make your case as to why I should take you. Why they’re special.” He flipped a page of the notebook, dabbing the tip of the pen on his tongue and shifting to get comfortable. He smiled at you. You squinted at him.

I don’t gossip. You crossed your arms.

“Everyone gossips.” He argued.

Then I don’t kiss and tell. You turned your head away from him.

“You’ve kissed them?” He gasped, excited. You whipped your head back to look at him.

No! Your thoughts shouted.

“Ah, a budding relationship.” He nodded, jotting something down.

We’re just friends.

“Ohhhh, friends to lovers!” He scribbled a little more. It didn’t seem like he was actually writing anything down.

It’s not like that, he… he doesn’t like me like that.

“Pining, too?!”

Stop! I met him two years ago at–

“SLOWBURN? Ohhhh, this is a good one. How many words? 10k?”

Fuck off!

“20k?! Ohhhh, I ship it already.”

Don’t say ship, Wilford.

“Ok. Pining, friends to lovers, pre-relationship, 20k, slowburn. Anything else?” He leaned forward, absolutely elated. You stared at this strange, strange man for a moment before you sighed. Whatever was happening seemed to be working so far.

… he’s in jail.

“I’M A SUCKER FOR PRISON LOVE. You’ve convinced me, I’ll send you back.”

Yes!

“If you agree to introduce me as your father eventually.”

NO!

“Come on, please? I’ve always wanted to be in the ‘bad boy boyfriend meets the parents’ storyline!”

No.

“Can I be the mom then? Abe can be the dad! I can work a pair of heels, I promise you.” He begged. You heard a noncommittal noise behind you and looked to see Abe grabbing the other glass, not sparing you a second glance as he walked back though the door. Was he greyscale? How did that work? Come to think of it, he could’ve just taken the apple juice just now.

… I kinda want to see that. You admitted, deciding to stop thinking about the goddamn apple juice.

“Alrighty then! Have fun, sweetie!”

Don’t.

“Have fun, kiddo!”

Better.

–

“Hey! Hey, what happened? We was doin’ the song and then ya just up and vanished! And now you’re back! … in my cell. What’re ya doin’ in here? How’d you get in here? What the hell is happening?” Yancy rapid-fired questions at you even as you were inspecting your surroundings and recovering from an interdimensional jump, it would seem. It felt kinda like dizziness mixed with whiplash mixed with jet lag and you might be dying, honestly. 

You had to take a few seconds to recover enough to see clearly in front of you, and you saw him. Yancy. In all his glory. The man himself. The meow meow of all time. Your scrimblo. What the FUCK were you thinking right now. Everything hurt. Oh God.

You didn’t answer Yancy’s question, mostly because you didn’t know yourself. All you knew was that Yancy was there and you were here and you walked over him and interrupted his questioning with a big hug. He froze for a second before jerkily wrapping his arms around you and sniffing hard.

“H-Hey now… that ain’t necessary…” He croaked out. You rubbed his back and petted the little hairs at the nape of his neck and he kept breathing deeply. He was trying not to cry, you knew. You weren’t helping, you knew. You didn’t really care. Crying was healthy, yeah? Yeah. You two could cry. That was fine.

I missed you… You sniffled and let a few tears drop yourself. Yancy hiccuped and held on even tighter. Considering he was a strong man as it was, you had just a little trouble breathing and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You could pass out. You could die here without a care in the world. You heard and felt him mumble something into your neck, but you couldn’t make it out. You hummed inquisitively. He pulled away a little. You panicked and grabbed onto him to keep him close. He abided, staying right in front of your face as he looked at you with wet eyes and a tear-streaked face.

“I missed you… I didn’t… I didn’t know if… I figured you would but… you know.” He chuckled dryly. You frowned and imagined a sad Yancy, sitting behind the glass on visitation day, waiting for someone that wasn’t going to show up until the lights went out. Like Paddington in Paddington 2. That poor little bear. Yancy, your poor little bear. Well, he’s more like a hunk, isn’t he? In those terms.

Wow, that jump really fucked you up.

Never. You pulled him in for another hugged and squeezed tightly. He wheezed and giggled.

“Wow, did yous get stronger? Start workin’ out? You got a solid bear hug there.” He complimented. You basked in the compliment. You nuzzled your face into his neck. His breath hitched and you wondered if you’d crossed a line.

“Hey, I uh–” His voice cracked. Your eyebrows knitted together. You tried to pull back to look at him, but he pushed your face back into his shoulder. “No, no, let me, uh… I gotta… get ready to say something…” He cleared his throat loudly. You winced and so did he.

Ow.

“Sorry,” he apologized, petting your head. You let your eyes close and sighed. He took a breath. You waited and listened. “So… buddy…”

You hummed your acknowledgement. He sucked in a breath.

“Let’s say, hypothetically, I gots a crush. On. Someone I know. And let’s say that crush has… festered a little bit over the past few weeks. And let’s say that I applied for parole because of that person. And that I gots repeated imaginations of us living in a house together and doing stupid domestics like cleaning and cooking and kissing and cuddling and–” He cut himself off. You giggled into his shoulder. He chuckled a little as well. “Well, uh… let’s say I wanna do all that with ‘em. But I… don’t know if they wanna do those things. Some o’ the guys told me about a… ‘talkin’ stage and a… flirtin’ stage and… Iunno. I wanna tell ‘em but I… dunno how. Do I just… outright say it? Rip the bandaid off? Tear the stitches out and hope I don’t lose too much blood?” You were just a tad worried about that analogy, but you nodded slowly nonetheless. 

“Right. Yeah. That makes… yeah,” He sighed. You pulled away and looked at him. He looked very, very nervous. He was even sweating a little. You grinned a little and started wiping his forehead with your sleeve. He laughed. “Thanks. Thank yous.” You stepped back a little and waited. He wanted to say something to you. It really looked like he did. You hoped Wilford was right. About the friends to lovers. Not the 20k or slowburn. You’re done pining.

Yancy cleared his throat and you snapped out of your thoughts to look at him. He was sweating again. You stepped forward to wipe off his forehead again, but he pushed your arm away, grabbing your hand as he went. You raised your eyebrows. He looked at you, seeming to be searching in your eyes for something.

“Pal,” He started. You nodded. You weren’t actually sure if he knew your name. That might be a problem later. Not now, though. “I have… a question… to ask you…”

Yes. You nodded. He rolled his shoulders and straightened his back. He looked at you, determined.

“Do yous… want… to be… my…” He paused and pursed his lips. You tilted your head, waiting patiently. He opened and closed his mouth uselessly. You reached out to his face and took it in your hands, making him look at you. His face went a little pink as he swallowed harshly. And you waited.

“... romantic partner?” He finished with a squeak. You smiled widely and released his face. You nodded enthusiastically. He sighed. Then he giggled. Then he started laughing, punching triumphantly at the air. You watched him, endlessly entertained. Then he high-fived you.

He high-fived you.

He is your new “romantic partner” and, to celebrate, Yancy gave you a fucking high-five. 

He seemed to also realize that this may not have been the appropriate reaction because he looked at your hand and then at his own and then at your face.

“Uh…” He snickered. “Well, I, uh… that didn’t really–” You grabbed his face and kissed him. It wasn’t that dramatic of a kiss like it always was in movies, just a little kiss. Basic. Chaste and normal and nothing to get heated over.

But Yancy did get heated. Yancy stood frozen for a solid 30 seconds before his face went bright red and he sunk to the floor. You watched him cover his face with his hands and fall onto his side. You wondered if you broke him. Then, he kicked his feet and screamed into his hands. You covered your own mouth and suppressed a laugh. You waited until he calmed down a few seconds later. He slowly dropped his hands from his face and gave you an intimidating look.

“Tell no one.” He warned. You nodded. He smiled and jumped up, giving you another hug. His smile quickly fell, however. “Hang on, how yous gonna get… out?” You raised your eyebrows, not really knowing how yourself. 

Right on time, a pink wormhole appeared next to you. You and Yancy both stared at it, confused and frightened.

“Well, what are you waiting for?! Come on! I need to hear everything!” Wilford’s voice echoed through the portal. Yancy gave you a look.

“You know this guy?” He asked, seemingly of the portal itself. You shrugged and made your way to it in any case. You stopped, looking back at Yancy. He looked a little worried. Nervous. 

You brought your hands up, making a little heart directed at him. He smiled, blushing, mimicking the action. You stepped back into the portal, not taking your eyes off of your love as you went through.

[coff33notforme]

Dating hcs for your fave ego, Actor Mark, and Murdock? :0

A/n: This took so long my hands are dead. Sorry this is so long, this legitimately took four whole pages to write lmao

Genre: Headcannons, Fluff

Actor

When he first met you through Damien, he was a total ass

He would take every chance he got to make some sort of prude comment pertaining to you in some way 

So of course your first impression of him was that he was just some rich asshole, and of course during that whole ordeal Damien was defending you but that didn’t stop Mark 

Anytime there would be some sort of event Damien would go to he would invite you to tag along and Actor would go to seek you out 

At first Actor felt a sort of entitlement towards you that all the harsh comments were justified by your status, but over time Actor started to…question his feelings towards you

Every time he saw you he felt his chest tighten and a fluttering feeling in his stomach made it hard to articulate the words he wanted to say to you

You noticed that his comments towards you slowly became less brash and sometimes he would even offer you a small smile here and there

Which was incredibly rare to see a genuine smile from the Actor 

But Mark was frustrated with himself, why was he treating you like this? Surely he wasn’t opening up to you so easily

This internal conflict lead to him going back to treating you like shit then feeling guilty and going back to being strangely sweet was exhausting for you 

There was a party going on at the Actors house and for some reason you went carefully optimistic about how you would be treated 

But tonight was some hoe the worse he's ever been 

Not just some rude comments here and there, they were cruel 

But it was only when he started to mock your physical appearance that you had enough of his bs 

You slammed your drink to the ground looking the now stunned Actor in the eyes “You know what, Mark?? Fuck you.” you hissed, storming off towards the door . You could hear Damien calling after you as you opened the door slamming it You could hear the door slam behind you as someone called for you, you felt some grip your shoulder lightly turning you around 

“Damien, listen…” you said before being turned to face the Actor, his face held an uncharacteristic soft look of worry. Yet you glared, shrugging him off angrily “What the hell do you want from me?! Why do some days you have to be such an ass, and then be so kind the next?” The Actor avoided your gaze a guilty expression crossing his features “It’s..its complicated…” he murmured . “Fine! If you don’t want to tell me? I’ll just be on my way then, have a lovely day Mark!” you shout turning quickly 

Mark's eyes widen frantically and he calls to you “Because I love you!” you freeze turning to him “What?” he feels this suddenly sting of vulnerability in this moment something he's not use to “I..wasn’t ready to open up to someone again. I thought I would be able to push you away and the feeling would just…go away. But I never meant to hurt you.” his gaze was fixed on the ground, afraid to meet your disgusted expression. But that feeling of dread washed away when your soft lips met his . For once in his life, the Actor had nothing to say, stunned by the realization that you had just kissed him

“See you tomorrow Mark” you smiled softly walking into the night 

Once you start to date this man though he will show you how truly dramatic he is

Like this man is such a diva 

“Darling, please I beg you if you truly love me don't leave”

“Mark I have to get up for work”

He is so needy, he needs constant attention and affection 24/7 

You’ll wake up in the morning with his face buried in your stomach, or he’ll be clinging to your side 

Have fun trying to get him off you, because this man has a grip of steel, your not getting him off

He’s very hesitant when you say you need to leave the manor for something insisting he can just have one of the staff members get it for you

He has serious abandonment issues, afraid that every time you leave the house will be the last time he sees you

He needs reassurance from you, though he talks big all the time he’s a very insecure person, please tell him you love him, he needs it

Whenever he sees you he likes to pepper your face with kisses, his stubble tickling you in the process   

He cannot handle horror movies or games whatsoever, he talks shit, but just one jump scare and he's clinging to you in fear

He’ll get really defensive afterwards so I would not recommend trying to scare him unless you want to spend the whole day making it up to him

He’s not big on pet names but when he does use them they’re usually the more classic ones 

Like ‘Love, Darling, Beloved, etc’ but if he’s feeling soft which is very rare he’ll call you ‘Sweetheart, Honey’ 

Softest you’ll see him is either when he's had a long day and all he wants to do is come home to you and fall asleep on the couch or when he’s half asleep he’ll cuddle up to you and whisper how much he loves you

He’s prone to start petty arguments sometimes that get out of hand pretty quickly 

He’ll give you the silent treatment even if you try to apologize and even if it was his fault 

But eventually he’ll start to feel a tiny bit guilty after ignoring you for a week 

He’ll peeper your face and neck with kisses and whisper sweet nothings to you as an apology 

He’ll take you out to a very expensive restaurant just to emphasizes how sorry he is

He does love you after all he just has a very funny way of showing it

Murdock

You first saw him at a coffee shop you frequently visited, mostly just to work, it was nice to get up in the mornings starting your day with a latte and just working in that quiet little coffee shop. And since it was early in the morning not many people came in to sit down, just a couple of morning joggers here and there but nobody who was there to stay, that was until one day. The morning had started like normal you got your drink and you went to sit down, but then this man had walked in.

Something about him had caught your eye, maybe it was his stylish sense of dressing, maybe it was this sort of mysterious feeling that lurked around him wherever he went. But something about him was alluring to you, drawing you in and captivating you. He sat at one of the many empty tables next to you sipping his coffee quietly

You wanted to make conversation, to reach out and introduce yourself, but felt too intimidated by him to say anything. Instead you internally struggled on what to say for ten minutes until much to your dismay he had gotten up and left the shop. This continued for a couple days until finally one day he spoke to you 

“Hey, I see you here every morning, how long have you been here?” You were a little surprised that he was talking to you at first but none the less you were overcome with joy that he had actually started a conversion. “Oh! Um about two years, I think?” you replied turning away from your laptop to face him “Two years huh? That’s some dedication right there” he let out a low, gravelly, chuckle to which you smiled 

“Yeah I guess so” 

He turned his head looking down at his watch frowning slightly “Well it’s been wonderful talking to you, but I’m afraid I have to go now, see you later Y/n” he waved, making his way through the door

‘Wait, Y/n? I didn’t tell him my name’

You two met up at the shop every morning chatting and conversing on the many topics of life before one day Murdock had asked you on date 

Walking through the park on a cool starry night, you wished you could have stayed there forever but sadly Murdock and you had to part ways eventually 

“Alright, well I’ll see you again tomorrow” he said smiling yet the soft frown of disappointment didn’t go unnoticed by him “Yeah! I’ll see you” you said forcing a smile on your face not wanting to keep Murdock for any longer . As you turned, walking in the direction of your car you were spun around to Murdock once more “Ah-! Murdock what -” you were cut off with a soft kiss to the cheek as Murdock smirked “See you tomorrow, sweetheart” he whispered in your ear before slinking away leaving you behind, flustered and confused 

Dating this man is…an experience to say the least 

Not in a bad way at all! He’s just so quiet your never really sure what's going on inside his head

He doesn't plan on ever telling that he’s a *cough murder cough* simply because he wants to keep you from harm's way including himself

He loves flustering you beyond anything else 

And he uses any chance he gets to do it

He’s sitting down and you walk by? He’s pulling you into his lap

You're standing somewhere just minding your own business? He’s coming up behind and wrapping his arms around your waist while he lays kisses along your neck

And despite this he claims he's not one for touch, yeah right 

If you ever do the same to him though?? This man is putty in your hands 

He loves to compare hand sizes with you, it makes his heart flutter <3

Ok but this man drives so f a s t

Not even intentionally, he just speeds, you're convinced your going to hit someone, but somehow you never do

He absolutely hates lazy weekends so don’t ever expect to be laying in bed with him in the mornings, he feels the need to always be productive 

He has no chill, despite his calm composure which in a way is sort of ironic 

He loves rainy days though, so expect him to drag you out during a rainy day to have a walk, under a shared umbrella 

And also long talks in front of the fireplace, very specific but he enjoys the feeling of the warmth from the fire and the warmth that your presence provides him as well

Yancy 

Today was visitation day at the Happy trails prison. The visitation hours had started about two hours ago and were now almost over, you sighed as you watched the other families visit and talk for away before departing. They hadn’t shown up, they called you here yet they hadn’t shown up. Honestly this didn’t surprise you in the slightest this wasn’t out of character for them at all. You sat waiting in the room surrounded by inmates, families, couples and yet no sign of your friend. You glanced at the clock watching the minutes tick by with a heavy heart hoping at any minute they would walk in, explaining to you there delay yet fifteen minutes passed by and there was no such luck

“Youse waiting for someone too?” 

You turned around to be faced with a tall boston man looking down at you 

“Yeah, but I don’t think they’ll show” you respond tiredly, as the man sits next to you on the bench “Me neither” you turned to him, frowning “Who are you waiting for?” you asked curiously 

“It doesn't matter now” you frowned, reaching out to pat him on the back, he suddenly tensed at the action and you quickly retracted your hand “I’m so sorry! I should have asked first” you quickly apologized. And he…chuckled? “No no, youse fine. I’m just not used to being touched is all” he offered a small smiled to you, one which you happily returned . Though your friend didn’t show up during visiting hours you and Yancy talked, laughed, and joked with each other until the last hour. It was nice, you hadn’t felt that comfortable with someone in a very long time. Yancy was so kind, you wondered how he’d ever managed to end up in prison in the first place, but there was no doubt in your mind you be back for the next visitation

It was only until Yancy actually applied for Parole that you started dating he wanted to wait until you could be together outside of just visitation hours 

Yancy is so touched starved please give him lots of love please

He will not be able to sleep without out you after the first time you cuddled 

So if you stay up late to work, draw, write, etc 

Yancy will find a blanket and curl up next to you

So if you sleep at your desk you’ll wake up with Yancy curled up against you 

Yancy loves to bake for you, once he got out of prison he started to look for things to do during the day and cooking just so happened to catch his eye

He’ll make you anything from deserts, pastries, full meals, etc you name it and Yancy will make it for you 

He also loves to knit 

So he’ll make you scarfs, mittens, jackets, cardigans, and a lot more, he has a lot of time on his hands 

Yancy loves to nap with you, especially on cold days he’ll come up from behind you and wrap all his limbs around you so you can’t leave 

Yancy also loves you carry you places, don’t worry about being to heavy he’s very strong so weight is not a problem for him

Kisses <3 

All the time, he loves them so much

And he melts when you give him any sort of affection especially kisses he just loves you so much

He’s pretty easy to fluster considering he's never been in a relationship before

Very worried he's going to hurt you with his strength he gets so excited whenever he sees you he just wants to engulf you with a big warm hug but hes so worried he's going to crush you

This man is like a golden retriever I swear 

But you love him anyways <33 

A/n: This took me all day ahhhhhhh

[you-are-watching-markipliertv]

MarkiplierTV hiring former convicts to do normal-level labor: Based

MarkiplierTV hiring current known criminals and protecting them from sentences with an on-sight lawyer: Hm

[riotlain]

How Youtube Egos Text

Im a homosexual

this is for other mlm fellas

Markiplier Egos

—————

Darkiplier

He doesn’t text alot

It usually short texts

Like if he’s on a business trip expect

“Goodmorning, dear.”

Very punctual.

Mainly calls you

Wilford Warfstache

Very lively over text

Uses emojis

Yall are together often so like texts arent often

“Wilford: Show s bout to start” “Y/n: Dont kill anyone please” “🥸”

Wants more mustache emojis

Yancy

Def uses speech to text so shit is wrong

Mainly calls you bc he hates texting

“When wills you is be home?”

uses silly emotions

“:)))”

Googlplier

You just know its equivalent to talkin to Siri

Please just text like a normal person

He texts

Like the robot he is

“Hello, Y/n.” “What do you need?”

Never texts first

Host

He narrates whatever he’s doing

Yknow the usual

“Y/n texts Host goodmorning.” “Morning Host :)”

Battle Egos

—————

Natemare

Annoying as shit ngl

Spams you

“Hey hey hey hey y/n hey”

Send you pics of him shirtless and shit

“Boutta prank Phantom plan my funeral”

Phantom

Pretty casual ig

Calls more than texts

“Goodmorning doll ❤️”

AAAAAAAAAA

Hes hot sorry lol

Natpai

I love him so much can i kiss him omg omg can i can i please please

sorry demons

A very lovely guy ngl

“*sends an image of him and bones fighting*”

Goodmorning and goodnight texts 😍😍

Can i give him a smooch

[iplier-memes]

From @marki_moot on twitter

[tales-from-the-markcu]

ok but like... hcs for when yancy gets on parole for you? like helping him adjust to life outside of happy trails maybe

I'm loving the Yancy asks I'm getting, he's one of my favorite egos! Thanks for the ask, anon.

Yancy was really nervous when he first got on parole. He hadn’t been outside of Happy Trails for as long as he could really remember

He tells you about a million times that he’s lucky to have you in his life, and that he’d probably die in the real world without your help

(He won’t stop, either, no matter how many times you tell him that you don’t need that much credit)

When Yancy did get out of jail, he basically invited himself to live at your house by crashing on your couch every night. You didn’t mind, though, you would’ve insisted he stay over if he hadn’t himself

Also, at your encouragement, Yancy starts working on music and playing guitar at a local coffee shop to help chip in some money. Getting a “real-person” job would’ve taken too much time and effort, anyhow

In Yancy’s words, he’s never been so happy in his life. He gets free coffee after his sets, he has more resources to work on music, and he gets to see you every day. What could be better?

By the way, if you have any pets or plants, he jumps at the excuse to help look after them. It gives him a sense of purpose

[sharptacks]

Hello Tumblr I drew Yancy

AFTER SEEING HIM AGAIN IN ISWM 2 HOW COULD I NOT

i wanted to do a mini lighting study too actually, the cinematography was amazing

im still trying to get a hold of mark's likeness, it might take a while so bear with me

have a good day!

[dearest-serenity]

Magic Girl Yancy

[mayordamienisthesoftestbean]

Current mood after watching ISWM (I'm just kidding it was amazing thank you mark love yoooou)

[flower-zombie-rob]

Visitation day

[the-abyss-of-fandoms]

You know when the Captain put their hand on the glass lovingly and Yancy was just like High Five! We know Mark was telling us that we gotta stop simping for Yancy...

[innudoggy]

Ego-Inktober 2022, 3: Ink & Bat

Yancy got something new on him. 😁

[iplier-memes]