#and idk why!!! im on medication for this!!!

[mojaves]

fighting for my life in here [in my brain]

[realredbanana]

Every time I remember that canon!Will Solace kinda sucks if you think about it for too long, I feel like crying. Idk. Like, what do you mean my beloved boy whom I love dearly actually kinda sucks, but the narrative ignores it and pretends like everything he does is Totally Fine??/hj

(Not saying all fanon!Will is great! He’s sometimes not.)

[kaiserouo]

[the-meme-monarch]

ok sorry i didn’t go insane over emesis blue like i thought I would but it is making me scared irl now. i can’t turn over in bed bc what if there’s a severed head positioned like it’s peaking around the doorframe. what if i look over and The Butcher is there

[hold-him-down]

Belleview Chapter Two (Part C): River

Notes: mostly low-level med whump

Belleview: Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (Part A), Chapter 2 (Part B)

TW: Institutionalized slavery, Med Whump, Med Exam, References to Noncon, Noncon touch, Dubcon Medical Care, References to Human Experimentation

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River London proves, immediately, to be more of a challenge. 

River, in nearly poetic contrast to Felix, has been described as being filled with fiery hatred and anger and, reportedly, does little to hide this. Lincoln has prepared himself for the worst, but has his doubts about what he will find.

Still, it takes Lincoln a fair amount of hyping himself up before he pushes the door open, and when he does, he is met not by the enraged, violent man described over and over and over on paper, but a pale, skinny boy who doesn’t even acknowledge his presence, much less attack.

River sits on the floor, curled into the corner, his head resting against the tiled wall. His room is devoid of any items at all. Lincoln recalls accounts of daily disciplinary measures that have been taken over the past couple years, including the removal of his bed, his clothes, the bedside table, and all objects that can be used to act in defiance of the handlers. 

River’s file was… different, from anything Lincoln had expected to see in a place like this. Considered hostile by all the former handlers and medical staff at Belleview, River had made something of a name for himself in his persistent and unyielding defiance. Over and over, there were notes of aggression, there were incident reports, there were handlers with broken bones, with cuts or scrapes or bites. They were specific in their approach to River, using precautions in all interactions with him. Lincoln had read through the disciplinary notes and a slew of other documents warily, his stomach dropping further with each new file, and ultimately accepted that the likelihood of River being cooperative was slim. 

River’s arms are wrapped tightly around his legs, and Lincoln takes a moment to orient himself to as much of River’s physical condition as he can from this distance. River, like the rest of them, appears to be considerably underweight. He has fewer visible scars on his back, but there is bruising that peeks out from under the collar. His breaths are even enough, maybe a little shallow. He shifts, burying his head into the space between his knees and covers his ears. Alright, then.

Lincoln clears his throat but keeps his distance and crouches down to eye level. He stays aware of his exit because, while River doesn’t necessarily incite fear in his current state, his history of assaulting handlers has given Lincoln a healthy sense of caution. 

“River?” Lincoln tries. There is no response. “I’m Lincoln. Prescott,” he continues. The only obvious sign that he is being heard at all is River, not subtly, pressing the heels of his hands into his ears. So he launches into his speech, watching for any obvious signs of distress, although he finds none.

Clinically, River is in a much better position than Felix was, but Lincoln feels ill-prepared to address River’s condition. He swallows and stands, setting his phone, his keys, the tablet and folder on the floor by the door before making a slow approach. He has prepared himself for, at worst, aggression, but at the very best, a verbal undressing. He has a three-point list for today, and does not intend to push River beyond what he can handle. Step one is… to the extent that he can complete it, completed. Introduce himself. Get the information to River.

Step two: Get the collar off of him.

Lincoln points to his neck and says, as neutrally as he can, “Can I take the collar off?” 

River doesn’t respond, but he pulls his knees in tighter and lifts his head, his gaze burning into the wall. Once within arm’s reach of him, Lincoln sits back on his heels, showing River his hands.

“The clip has already been deactivated,” he says softly. “It is not anyone’s intent, nor is it legal, to reactivate it.” He notices a muscle in River’s jaw tighten but, given that River has been fairly passive so far, he continues carefully. “I need to find the physical release mechanism,” he explains as he points to River’s neck. “It’s located, I believe, on the opposite side as the… as the metal plates. I was asked to master this skill, if nothing else, over the last few weeks. It takes a little bit of finessing, but I promise it won’t hurt.” River does not outwardly acknowledge Lincoln has spoken, but his body language is as clear as it can be - he’s not comfortable with this, he does not want Lincoln near him. “I’ll go as quickly as I can,” Lincoln says, “but I will need to touch your neck, okay?”

River, unsurprisingly, does not offer an opinion one way or another, so Lincoln leans forward, keeping his movements as obvious as he can. The moment he’s within reach, though, River jerks away. 

“It’s alright,” Lincoln says. “I’m going to take it off. Then we’ll talk through what’s next.” In an instant, River goes rigid as he curls up tighter, and he holds his breath. In hindsight, Lincoln can see where he went wrong, but his focus is singularly on having any type of success with River that he doesn’t clock what’s about to happen until it’s too late. River does not look as Lincoln’s fingers experimentally brush against his skin, but he also does not immediately pull away. This close, Lincoln can feel the barely-contained tension in River’s muscles. He moves quickly to find the release, but not quickly enough, and within a split second, River throws his elbow back into Lincoln’s stomach with considerable force. The impact is both painful and unexpected, and, with murder in his eyes, River scrambles as far away as the small space will allow. 

It takes Lincoln a moment to catch his breath, and another to assess if he’s broken anything, but he hasn’t, and so he turns his attention back to River.

River’s hands move to his neck, partly cradling it and partly grasping the collar, and he’s about as small as he can get. He’s prepared for retaliation, steeling himself against the inevitable shock that he knows is coming.

“Ow,” Lincoln says as he rights himself. 

He takes a deep, experimental breath, and second guesses whether River did, in fact, break something, before he notices that River is… the anger is still there, but it’s overshadowed by how tightly he grips onto the band of the collar.

“Okay,” Lincoln says. “I may have had that coming.” He takes another breath, which aches less than the first, a good sign. “You can try it yourself?” He takes a step back. “There’s a small plastic piece at the back that you can push up, which will expose the connection point. If you push in on the raised side while sliding it down and to the left, it should free itself, okay?” 

Lincoln isn’t certain where his biggest error was, but from there, his three-point list goes up in flames. In an effort to reduce the likelihood of additional altercations, he doesn't immediately re-engage River, but rather keeps a distance, affording River enough personal space that he, god willing, does not feel threatened. For his part, River remains openly, but with a respectable stability, hostile. There's no chance that Lincoln will have success at getting his vitals, because that involves touching him, and it's been made, rather painfully, clear that that is currently off the table.

While it’s very clear that River is suffering, short of calling in support to restrain him so that Lincoln can get closer, there is no chance of Lincoln identifying the specific sources of that suffering beyond using his imagination (which, by Lincoln's own calculations, has already had more than enough play).

He tries his hand at questioning River from afar, and when that doesn’t work, he regroups again, and tries to just talk through the new circumstances.

He’s met with a soft but venomous, “Go fuck yourself,” when he tells him, eventually, that he only wants to help.

Lincoln spends nearly an hour with River, pushing him as much as he can, which is, unfortunately, not particularly far. Objectively, he admits that he may in fact have lost ground over the last hour. He certainly hasn't gained any. He changes his tactic once more, and, accepting for River’s refusal to cooperate, he settles into the far corner of River's room and leans against the wall, resigned by the fact that this has gone about as poorly as it could have gone, short of any serious bodily injury.

A soft knocking draws his attention away.

“We’re done triaging,” one of the volunteers– Doug Richmond, Lincoln corrects himself– says. “Dr. Francis asked me to find you.” Lincoln nods and stands, careful as he makes his way to the door to give River a wide berth.

Lincoln pauses near the exit and turns back. “Please try to eat,” he says gently. “We’ll have a bed ready for you in the next hour or so. You have free access to the bathroom if you’d like to take a shower. Volunteers will be in and out today getting you anything you need. Please,” he whispers. “River.”

At the mention of his name, River flinches, but his gaze doesn’t shift from the floor. 

“If you need anything, let me, or any of the volunteers, know, and you will have it.” Lincoln straightens his back, inhaling a slow, deep breath. “I just,” he starts, but falters, searching for the right words. The blame here, he knows, lies squarely on the shoulders of the people who have hurt him. There are no right words. Nothing makes this better. They can only move forward, in baby steps, and hope that it’s enough. “I just want to make sure you’re not in any pain.” His voice is low, but he knows that River hears him. “Anything beyond that, we can deal with when you are ready. If you are in any pain,” he says, the memory of River’s file feeling fresher by the minute. “Just… if you let me know, I can help. You do not need to suffer through this.”

River turns his head toward Lincoln, dark eyes burning with anger. He opens his mouth, and Lincoln thinks he might tell him anything, but instead, he whispers, “Leave me alone,” and buries his head once more.

Lincoln nods and makes a quiet exit, but leaves the door ajar. 

To Richmond, he says softly, “Get him set up with water and a few food options. If he'll let you, please get him a bed. If not, leave it alone for now. If he indicates he needs anything else, come find me.” He pauses, and they both stare at the half-open door. “Give him space, though,” Lincoln continues, his voice as low as he can make it. “He has a history of aggression toward handlers, and I don’t doubt he will apply the same strategies to us if threatened. He doesn’t need to speak or eat or get dressed or shower. The collar can stay on. Just try to…"

It is difficult to convey how deeply protective Lincoln suddenly feels of this boy who he has known for all of an hour and who, by all metrics, loathes him, while also not coming off as a completely sanctimonious prick. "Just be careful with him,” he finishes lamely, before glancing back at the door.

He knows this team, selected specifically for their ability to handle this, will approach River cautiously and will not back him into corners and will, ultimately, put his comfort above anything else. But still, as he forcibly turns away and walks down the corridor, he cannot shake the feeling of increasing sadness that winds its way through him.

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[not-another-robin]

If you're wondering where I've been (<- guy who still posts) I've been applying for internships so. That has taken over my every waking moment

[lastchancestardomm]

The Guard Dog.

Created by Pyanodon, the Guard Dog is an unofficial fanmade 10th player class. It was mentioned by Valve in a blog post, written as if it were a letter from Saxton Hale, on September 21st, 2009.

The Guard Dog resembles a German Shepherd in appearance, with a dark muzzle and ears, white underbelly, and fluffy tail. The Guard Dog has hazel-colored eyes. It wore an either red or blue shirt, with its class icon of a dog's head on the left side of its chest.

Personally, on the topic of its design, I would have given the Guard Dog a black collar, and have its class icon dangle from the collar like a dog tag.

The Guard Dog has 100HP, and 185HP when overhealed. The Guard Dog had three main weapons in its original concept.

The Hanger, resembling the mini-sentry turrets, is mounted on the back of the Guard Dog, consisting of twin turrets either red or blue in color. These turrets extended out to either side of the Guard Dog. It has a fast fire rate and middling range. The Hanger has around 100 rounds of ammo before needing to be restocked. It has a similar model view as D.Va's mech (Overwatch) while playing.

The Helper is a light-colored wooden crate mounted on the back of the Guard Dog. While the Helper is equipped, the Guard Dog cannot attack or deal damage. The Helper allows the Guard Dog to pick up Medkits and ammo restocks, and pass them to its teammates. The Helper can also grab metal and pass it to teammate Engineers.

The Hater is a melee weapon, consisting of two red or blue boosters mounted on the back of the Guard Dog, boosting its running speed for a short burst. The Hater enables a melee attack known as Bite, where the Guard Dog lunges for an enemy and bites them, with a 90% chance to bleed.

Paired with the Hanger, Helper, and Hater, was the Guard Dog's ability "Track 'N' Down", wherein it could track down an enemy's ragdoll or weapon and highlight them when they respawn, even if they change class or are disguised. Only two enemies can be highlighted at a time, and the highlight ceases after fifteen seconds.

There was also a partner taunt created for the Guard Dog in which it would dispense a jarate to a teammate Sniper.

Meet the Team video — Meet the Guard Dog

From This Point On Are Some Headcanons:

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~ I am not related to or have connections with anyone associated with the Guard Dog. I will private this post if anyone from the Guard Dog team asks.

~ Some weeks after the team was assembled, still trying to get used to each other's presence, the dynamic was shuffled after a particularly jittery crate was rolled in by Miss Pauling.

~ Contained within the excitable crate was a bright, energetic, and yippie German Shepherd giddily jumping onto each Merc trying to get a good sniff of their scent and a slobbery lick on their face. The poor dog was running itself in circles trying to meet everyone!

~ Scout was ecstatic to have a dog, immediately jumping onto it and wrestling the furball to the ground with bellyrubs and particularly squeaky-voiced praise. That didn't mean he was going to take part in any of the responsibilities, though, besides the occasional game of tug-of-war and fetch.

~ Soldier was completely opposed to the Guard Dog's presence, drilling into Miss Pauling for inviting a mutt into the base... for twelve seconds, until the mutt in question licked his face. From then on, it was a common sight to see Soldier and the Guard Dog together; training, fighting, playing, you name it. He's also the pooch's provider of table scraps.

~ Pyro acts much like a child around the Guard Dog. He tends to pull on and fold its ears, as well as chase the poor thing around the base as it whines begging the masked blob behind it to stop chasing it. He would've also made a habit of feeding the doggo his candy if it weren't for Engineer.

~ Demoman, in a similar vein to Scout, was quite excited for the addition of a dog. He and Soldier spoil it rotten, and not a day goes by in the Guard Dog's life where it doesn't get at least two treats from Demoman. He also insisted the dog sleep in Sniper's dorm, since he doesn't use it, instead of just a bed in Engineer's workshop. That dog was treated better by Demoman than most of the other Mercs.

~ Heavy doesn't have any particularly strong feelings about the Guard Dog. On the other hand, when its not being showered in kisses, love, and praise by Soldier; it often is following Heavy, and weaving through his legs. This is most likely the Guard Dog hoping for Heavy to sit down, because the big Russian makes a pretty good bed. Oh, and also probably begging for a chunk of his sandwich.

~ To everyone's mild shock, Engineer doesn't really treat the dog like a friend or teammate; he treats it like a dog. He's the canine's caregiver; taking it outside, giving it baths, regulating its diet according to the file Miss Pauling gave them, all the fun at the fair. He admits that its a good dog, but its still a dog.

~ Medic was incredibly offended by the addition of a mutt to the base, shrugging off the pooch's attempts at affection and hurrying off to secure his doves. He doesn't need a slobbery, mud-playing, stinky cretin jumping up and snapping at his precious doves. So, to keep it brief, Medic hates the dog.

~ Sniper, like Heavy, was pretty neutral in regards to the Guard Dog. He was overwhelmed by its excitable nature and insistence to cover his face in slobber, but the initial shock wore off and he's found himself playing fetch with the dog on the regular. He appreciates the dog's role and skills, and when no one is looking, he'll give it some bellyrubs.

~ Spy shrieked like a small girl, giving Scout a run for his money, when the Guard Dog tried to jump onto him and give him love. He is weary around the pooch, and constantly gets caught off guard when it comes barreling around the corner with Pyro in tow. He wants to like it, but why does it have such sharp teeth? Does it have to bark so loud? Why is it so slobbery??

~ Miss Pauling, as usual, was pretty neutral towards the Guard Dog. It is a pain when she visits and gets pounced on by its dirty paws and slobbery kisses, but that's just what she has to expect. It is kind of cute, though, she has to admit.

~ The Guard Dog is extremely melodramatic. If you were to pull out finger-guns on the dog, it will play along and flop over "dead". During baths, it will howl its canine lungs out, whining and woofing loudly until the bath is over. Following the bath is a 15-minute period of pure chaos, a "furnado", where the pooch will run around frantically; and shake off everywhere whenever it stops to take a breath.

~ It is cartoonishly smart, similarly to the titular Tom and Jerry. Spy has first-hand knowledge of this intelligence, after witnessing the animal seemingly pick up on how to play a simple game of checkers. While some chips got lost in its gullet, it somehow managed to play fairly well. Still doesn't change Spy's preconceived notion of the pooch, though.

~ Medic has regularly found Eudoxes, his blind dove, snuggled up to the Guard Dog. Eudoxes often hangs out with Demoman, and with Demoman hanging out with the Guard Dog, the two animals have crossed paths. Due to the dove's blindness, it can't tell that the warm fuzzy body it has cozied up to is a big dog. Medic finds the sight cute, but refuses to admit it, and always takes Eudoxes back to his office.

~ Much like how Demo and Engi have name shorthands, Guardie also has a name shorthand, because saying "the Guard Dog" is a mouthful.

~ Scout had once shaved the Guard Dog's fur to resemble a poodle, thinking it would make Spy warm up to the pooch easier. Instead, it made Guardie look quite ridiculous, earn Scout a near-death experience at the hands of Soldier, and make any Merc laugh at the sight of the Guard Dog.

~ While most of the Mercs have had their hearts replaced with an ambiguous large ape "über-heart"; the Guard Dog was provided a dire wolf's heart for the procedure. While Medic does hold a disdain for the dog, it is fascinating to see what an animal does with invincibility.

~ Scout has gotten bitten by the Guard Dog more times than he would like to admit. Mainly by being provocative of the dog and pissing it off.

~ All in all, Guardie is a people-loving temperamental dog, with a dramatic nature and sassy disposition. It has a big personality, and tends to be clingy and nosy, but is an all-around Good Boy™ nonetheless. It loves its teammates more than itself, and is the best dog anyone could ask for.

[opikiquu]

aventurine pl. Plea s e . PLLEEEEEEASE

[cromerholt]

finally made a real ref sheet for Her. my funky lizard lady.

[hacksawboy]

hi tf2mblr im here to show u guys my medic oc

[nina-ya]

coworkers are fucking me over and corporate thinks I can’t do my job yeehaw healthcare worker things 💃

[lucky-clover-gazette]

vent

did not expect kissing and realizing i’m lowkey dating a guy to send me down an existential spiral of reminding me that i have only one life to live and then i am going to die without living any other different lives

[wool-string]

I woke up sick..

Oh to be taken care of by a nurse Kei 😖

[skunkes]

blood test tomorrow and i dont think theyll let someone in with me so nobody's going to hold me down, making me feel Calm and also preventing me from escaping. smile.

[badolmen]

So many people on that poll voting ‘the sun doesn’t love us’ like you fool. She kisses you every morning and reaches out to caress you every evening. She grows the food you eat. She shines so brightly she is burning with love for her beloved earth.

‘But she burned me!’ Does a lover never bite the lip of their companion a little too hard sometimes? You can choose to put on sunscreen. She can’t choose to extinguish her heart.

The sun loves us. Maybe a bit too much. But it’s love all the same.

[silvercrane14]

Hm. Oh no