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mariamuses · 2 years ago
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after 1800+ hours of studying, here we come
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redcowboy1 · 1 year ago
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Yo me voy, wish me luck folks
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soonysy · 6 months ago
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Day 178 is a sketchy day!
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meirimerens · 14 days ago
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how it feels to have the afternoon free to draw characters having nightmares
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haunting-of-mitch · 1 year ago
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quick colored in sketch page before the finale tonight
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if they don’t end up happy i’m going to get violent.
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hold-him-down · 4 months ago
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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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ceruleanterrapin · 10 months ago
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I have one more exam for my history class and it'll be what determines if I keep my 4.0 gpa or not. To put it simply, I'm just a bit stressed
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lost-in-fandoms · 5 months ago
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sort of medieval AU in which you don't ascend to the throne by birthright but because you've proven yourself. Daniel had been on the way to become king but then Max had arrived and taken his place. Now Max is king and Daniel is the knight closest to him, made confidant, protector and lover.
After a tourney in which Daniel competed and Max did not, Max helps him take off his armor, piece by piece, gently helping him bathe afterwards.
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castielfunko · 23 days ago
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it's almost time
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solarismp3 · 27 days ago
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Built like an ai yazawa character
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basmentdwealer · 6 months ago
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Splatoon au ⁉️⁉️
An au based on if all the idols (Squid Sisters, Off the Hook and Deep Cut) arent idols, then what would they do?
Just a silly silly idea that popped up (reminder that besides Pearlina the others will probably be ooc since I don’t know em well)
I’ll only draw Marina and Pearl since (probably)
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Apologies for the shitty pic but
Marina! (25 yrs old) (as of Splatoon 3)
She works as a rave DJ with her partner DJ Sango (Cap’n 3). For Marina, I made it so that she (18) and 8 were going through octo expansion together, which I guess made her Agent 7/9 for a while? She lived with the Agent 3 & 8 for a while before eventually moving out when hers and 3 were making good money. She met Pearl when she was at a bar which also was holding Pearl’s concert (?) then started dating like a year later lolz
For Pearl (28 yrs old)
Pearl is a supermodel who models for Enperry, her dad’s company. While modelling is her main job, she plays in a band as a side gig. Surprisingly to her, her band got popular and started selling more copies of their albums. Eventually people knew Pearl for both her her modelling and voice. Currently, she plays in her band more than modelling , only doing so when her dad practically begs her to.
So yeag….. for The Squid Sisters they do make music but they never really did the whole Inkopolis News thing. Their music is popular but they didnt do more than that, rather they worked on The NSS more.
For Deep Cut, they continued on being bandits who found this funky little kid (Neo) and their brother(lil buddy). They did bandit stuff together until some old man pulled them in for agent work (all of em lmao)
That’s it lolz, I may add more tho (like refs…) but I just wanted to get this out there
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onadarklingplain · 7 days ago
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im not ashamed to say i check ur blog religiously, so I hope ur okay and sending good vibes! thank you for being a blog that always brings a spark of joy to my day xx
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beautiful anons, this was so nice of both of you, and your messages made me smile so much when I saw them 🤍 i'm BACK and I'll be back to tagging every post on this website as galex in approximately .2 seconds 🫡
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maxedes · 6 months ago
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lewis saying in the press conference that the car has improved a lot which could mean
1. after racing the car on hot ones pr got his ass orrr
2. WE ARE BACK BABY LEWIS P1 IN CANADA AGAIN WOHOO (also mainly bc it‘s supposed to rain)
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fluttershiesworld · 7 months ago
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everybody say a hail mary for me as i finish up finals okay?🩷
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wildpeachfarm · 8 months ago
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ok I'm closing up our little radio show for tonight! Thank you guys for being understanding when I need breaks and stuff <3
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call-me-copycat · 2 months ago
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i'm so sorry about what you're going through!! i know what it's like to be a "gifted" kid and suddenly not be able to pass everything so easily, it's a pretty terrible feeling (◞‸◟;)
i sincerely hope you get through this, i have no doubt it will all work out in the end, so please take care!! <2
Thank you for your support, definitely need it right now (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)
It's not technically the worst case scenario since I still have some time before the semester ends, but I still definitely need to learn how to cope with so much more to handle (and also how to deal with failure/rejection)
I'm going to try to discuss with a professor or advisor, but I can only go from there >⁠.⁠<
Thanks again for being here :⁠-⁠)
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