Lincoln Kom Trikru

"If death has no cost, life has no worth." (Extremely low activity indie rp blog for Lincoln Kom Trikru of The 100. Gif icons made by @snowflakerpc-blog. Penned by Allison.)

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“The world has been trying to turn me into a monster.”

An indie, semi-selective rp blog for Lincoln Kom Trikru of the CW’s The 100. Penned by Allison.

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THIS BLOG HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN ARCHIVED! Lincoln has been moved to my multi ( @multimuse-rp ). I will try to continue threads!

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THIS BLOG HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN ARCHIVED! Lincoln has been moved to my multi ( @multimuse-rp ). I will try to continue threads!

[damngrounder-archived]

THIS BLOG HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN ARCHIVED! Lincoln has been moved to my multi ( @multimuse-rp ). I will try to continue threads!

[damngrounder-archived]

THIS BLOG HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN ARCHIVED! Lincoln has been moved to my multi ( @multimuse-rp ). I will try to continue threads!

[damngrounder-archived]

THIS BLOG HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN ARCHIVED! Lincoln has been moved to my multi ( @multimuse-rp ). I will try to continue threads!

[damngrounder-archived]

THIS BLOG HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN ARCHIVED! Lincoln has been moved to my multi ( @multimuse-rp ). I will try to continue threads!

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i swear drafts are coming eventually!!

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@damngrounder​ | c.g. starter call | open

❝ lincoln, what is going on? ❞ clarke questioned as she rushed forward to his side, eyes darting from one of the skaikru adults to lincoln. the tension was thick enough to cut through and she couldn’t help but feel worried. as her gaze shifted to look at lincoln, eyes softened a bit. after spending time with lexa in polis, her appreciation of grounders had grown tenfold, ❝ bellamy told me i needed to come talk to you as soon as possible. ❞

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it was about time. for someone who was the unofficial leader of her people, clarke could be very absent-minded sometimes. lincoln nodded at her words. “there is a problem… with azgeda,” he told her, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening in. “they have put a bounty on anyone with nightblood… they want to eliminate the line of commanders.”

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@xlittleprinccss asked: beat from Octavia

he didn’t dance. he’d never been comfortable with it. when you were dancing, you were weak; when you were weak, you were no longer feared. but it was hard to say no to octavia. she’d clearly had some drinks; she was in too good of a mood to be sober. lincoln lowered his head, but he let her pull him into a dance. he even spun her around, just for the fun of it. he remembered when she’d told him about that masquerade ball. she’d had so much fun until it went wrong. lincoln’s goal was to bring her back into that state of mind, a time where she could let go and dance freely before things inevitably started to go wrong. “you’re a good dancer,” he told her softly, letting her do most of the work while he pretty much just stood in one place.

[xdestinyisall]

╳┊ @damngrounder​ 🔥 - for a starter where YOUR muse saves MINE from a fire. (Clarke)

          The fire had started out of nowhere, Clarke was asleep when she was awakened by the screams. She quickly began to help all the people inside to get out. However, Clarke had thought everyone was out but heard Octavia’s scream that Lincoln was missing so she ended up going back. She covered her nose with what she could to avoid the smoke as best she could. ❝——Lincoln! Where are you?!❞ she yelled for him to hear her and that’s when she found him trapped under a piece of furniture. The fire was spreading fast, she could feel the flames burning them but she didn’t care. She leaned over to try to move him, at least enough so he could get out. ❝Come on, can you walk?❞ she asked, letting him lean on her so they could get out of the place as quickly as possible. They had to pass large parts where the fire was almost encroaching but they made it out in time. Clarke dropped to the ground when they were outside coughing quite a bit from all the smoke he had exhaled but his eyes lifted to Lincoln. ❝How are you?❞ he asked, she was a doctor, she was the only one who could help him.

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he’d been completely caught off-guard by the sudden fire. his one goal was to get octavia out of there alive; he’d promised bellamy he would protect her at all costs. the fortnights was knocked over in the chaos, falling down and nearly crushing his leg. lincoln clenched his teeth, pushing desperately at the object, but the fumes were making him weaker and weaker. his eyes were just starting to close when he heard clarke’s voice. grabbing onto her, he quickly limped out of the building, panting and breathing heavily. why had she risked her life to save him? she was brave; he would give her that much. “c-clarke…” he let out a breath, dropping to his knees weakly. they had gotten out safely, thank god. “you shouldn’t have done that. your people need you. you… you could have died.”

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@hcvefcith asked: stare

what the hell was she looking at? lincoln’s eyes narrowed at the woman. he’d forgotten her name, but she’d tried to steal his car, and he’d let her go. running into her in a parking lot was definitely not something he’d expected.

“you trying to steal another car?” he asked, taking a step towards her threateningly. “why do you keep doing that, anyway? you know you’ll get caught eventually.” he took another step closer, his voice surprisingly calm. “is it for the money?”

[aigonakru]

@damngrounder​​ -> 💬 (Clarke or Bellamy)

“ i hope that what I’ve said hasn’t hurt you too much. ” she voices in a soft tone, lingering behind him with a wary look on her features. earlier she had been in a vulnerable state and said things that she now regrets. her chest aching as she stood there facing him, hoping that he would be understanding.

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lincoln resisted the urge to roll his eyes. he knew how clarke could get sometimes. she had a temper, just like octavia. he was used to it by now. “it’s alright,” he reassured her, a neutral expression on his face. in all honesty, her words had stung. she was right; he’d never be one of them. “it happens.”

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WHAT DOES YOUR SOUL SMELL LIKE?

Coffee

key words: intelligent, old soul, complex. you are an extremely thoughtful individual with a creative mind and loving heart. being around you is like sinking into a warm bath. there's something truly wise about the advice you give others, and being in your presence leaves others feeling warm, reassured, and inspired. compatible with: coffee, candle smoke, freshly baked bread.

tagged by: @xlittleprinccss

tagging: @bearmortem @aigonakru @damnfoxed @natshana @thestepfordmom and you!!

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@bearmortem (continued from here)

her words surprised him. he wasn’t a grounder anymore, but he sure as hell wasn’t skaikru. why would she want him to come with her? maybe because he was a good fighter, and because she could use him. the thought was almost laughable — almost. he’d do anything for octavia, but for clarke? he wasn’t sure. she didn’t seem to be too accepting of him. then again, he hadn’t really given her a chance yet.

“why?” he asked softly, taking a step closer. “why would you want me to come with you?”

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[rothelp]

miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.