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conditionaljewel · 8 months

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(Headcanon content; disabled!Laudna, alternate timeline, canon divergent. No beta, we live and die like Bor’Dor on this one. I just needed to bring her to life. This is just one iteration. There will be others. Thanks for indulging.)

It’s early. Or it’s late. They weren’t quite sure. It’s definitely night, that much is certain.

There’s a light rain falling, harder in the treetops but mitigated as it falls here in front of the tiny porch adorning this small cottage. There’s a single lantern lit on the table that’s fixed between two wicker rocking chairs, with the chair on the right closest to the front door occupied by one of the two women who own this home.

As Laudna sits there, she holds a hot cup of coffee between her hands in front of her face. Her feet are propped up on a wooden stool directly in front of her, crossed at the ankle, right over left. She has a leg brace on her left leg, from her thigh down to her ankle, and there is a cane resting against the side of the table to her right.

The door behind her opens, and Imogen emerges holding her own cup of coffee. She closes the door, leaving just a slight crack, and crosses the porch to her own seat adjacent to Laudna. Before she settles into her seat, she reveals two blankets that she had clutched against her chest. She unfolds one and spreads it out, sprawling it over Laudna’s lap and covering her legs and feet. She then duplicates the act as she sat down, kicking her feet up into the stool positioned nearest her chair and covering up with her own blanket.

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Laudna raises her mug in the air in Imogen’s direction, as Imogen returns the kindness. “I love you,” she says into Laudna’s mind, not breaking the auditory experience provided by the rain still slapping the trees and falling through to the garden surrounding their homestead.

“I love you,” Laudna telepathically responds. She blows her a kiss across the small gap between them, and as Imogen mimics receiving it, they each take another sip of their coffee.

A flash of lightning brightens the area, even through the heavy tree tops. One, two, three… and then the bang of thunder overhead.

“This storm is beautiful,” Imogen says aloud.

“It is,” Laudna concurs. After a moment of silence, she offered a question. “Do you know why I like storms so much?”

Imogen turns her sights from the garden over to Laudna, watching as she sips from her mug before responding, “They remind me of you.”

“Oh?”

“Well, I like thunderstorms because they’re mesmerizing, they’re refreshing,” Laudna says as she turns to look at Imogen now. “But they’re also powerful and can be destructive and unpredictable, and loud.“

Laudna takes another sip as Imogen just looks at her, slightly confused. That’s when Laudna adds, “And well, I like you because amongst other things you are also all of those things, in the best of ways.”

Imogen smiled and blushed. “Oh, Laudna,” she started before she was interrupted by another bang of thunder.

Laudna just continues to stare into Imogen’s eyes as she smiles. Imogen tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as she bashfully looks away. They’ve been together for years, dating for half as long, yet Imogen still feels the butterflies like it is the first day, every day. And oh she loves Laudna for it.

“Thank you,” Imogen finally says as she extends her hand out over the table. Laudna reached hers out in reply and grasps onto Imogen’s, holding it for a moment and giving it a compassionate squeeze.

The two continue to sit there as the storm presses on, not letting up. They’ve lost complete track of time, not that it matters to them. They don’t have anywhere to go except bed.

“Is your leg feeling okay,” Imogen asked Laudna after a short while.

Laudna had been struggling for several weeks with a severe injury to her leg that just wouldn’t heal. She finally had gone and seen a doctor in the last few days, and the reason the girls found themselves here at this late hour tonight was because Laudna was still processing the news that the Doctor had provided: her leg was so severely diseased from the attack that only a truly divine spell could potentially cure what caused her disability.

As such, she was still making peace with her new reality, processing all that having a mobility issue and dealing with chronic pain and a physical disability now presents to her. It had only been a few days since the Doctor provided her with the brace and cane she was now using regularly.

“I suppose I’m alright,” Laudna admits. “It was difficult at first; certainly, worrying. But, all considered, there are worse things in life and unlife”

“Oh I know,” Imogen says. “I’m sure it’s scary and overwhelming. Just… are you okay, like, right now? Can I do anything?”

Laudna looks over at Imogen and gives her another warm smile. “Oh, darling. You’ve done plenty for me already. I am okay, honest.”

Laudna gives her a wink as Imogen smiles weakly. She still feels a bit of pity for Laudna, first having dealt with death — twice — and now suddenly having a life changing injury thrust into her, it just wasn’t fair. But that wasn’t for her to question, they simply could only work with the cards they were dealt.

“You would know if I were lying, Imogen.”,

Imogen’s face relaxes as she responds to Laudna in her head, “I know.”

“And if this is permanent, well that’s alright too. I’m alive, aren’t I?” Laudna downs the last of her coffee and places the mug down beside her on the table. “Besides, becoming disabled isn’t the worst thing that could happen to someone.”

Imogen chuckles, recalling another time Laudna referred to something as not being the worst thing that’s ever happened to her.

“You’re right,” Imogen says as she places her mug down next to Laudna’s. She sweeps another strand of her out of her face and behind her ear. “I just want you to be happy, Laud.”

“Oh, but I am happy, Imogen. I have you.”

Imogen beams at hearing this, not expecting it in any capacity, and her heart flutters over a few beats.

The two of them sit there for a little longer listening to the end of the storm as it leaves the area. Drops of rain continue to fall from the treetops as the wind blows by up above, rustling the leaves just as much as the nightlife does as they begin to emerge from their shelters. Hooting from owls and the skittering of raccoons can be heard overhead as the girls just take in the sounds of nature all around them.

“Shall we get some sleep,” Imogen asks Laudna through a powerful yawn. Laudna had been resting in her chair with her eyes closed, popping one open upon hearing Imogen’s question. “I suppose we should.”

Imogen gathers up her blanket in one hand before collecting Laudna’s, bundling them together underneath her arm. As Laudna gathers herself and prepares to get up onto her feet, Imogen reaches a hand out in aid to her. Taking it into her own, Laudna clutches her cane in her right hand, grasping onto the plain dull black wooden handle, and after a count of one, two, three, she rocks herself forward and up into a standing position.

As Laudna gathers her bearings, Imogen collects their mugs from the table and blows the lantern out. Laudna opens and holds the door for Imogen as she walks inside first, heading straight to the kitchen with their empty mugs. Laudna closes and locks the door and waits for Imogen by the stairs. Just as quickly, Imogen emerges from around the corner and gives Laudna a kiss on the cheek, still clutching the blankets.

“Go ahead darlin, I got you if you need me,” Imogen says as she gestured towards the stairs. Laudna carefully took to the stairs, cane first then one foot and then the other, repeating the process one step at a time. Perhaps with time she’ll regain some speed and dexterity, she thinks to herself, but for now she’s focused on this reality and the next step ahead. Literally and figuratively.

It takes a minute or two, but Laudna makes it up the stairs without issue or the need for Imogen to assist her. They both head down the hall toward their bedroom, this time Imogen leading the way and letting Laudna go at her own pace, taking advantage by preparing Laudna’s side of the bed first.

After helping Laudna remove her brace and get comfortable in bed, propping her leg up on a pile of pillows, Imogen turns down the lanterns on each of their nightstands and crawls into bed beside her love. Laudna extends her arm and invites Imogen in to cuddle with her as they fall asleep. Imogen drapes her arm over Laudna, her hand resting on Laudna’s clavicle and neck, as Laudna holds her in one arm while the other rests across her own torso holding Imogen’s arm.

“I love you,” Imogen says out loud this time.

Laudna rubs her arm affectionately, and replies “I love you too.”

Imogen strokes the side of Laudna’s face as she lays there, prompting Laudna to kiss Imogen on the crown of her head. Imogen buries her face in Laudna’s chest.

Rain begins to fall again and hit the window pane from the outside; and as another low rumble of thunder is barely heard overhead, Laudna and Imogen close their eyes and drift off to sleep.

#disabled!au #disabled!laudna #cane user!laudna #disabled!cr #critical role headcanons #no main tags #well Idk #fuck it #imogen x laudna #Imogen #Laudna #southern gothic #headcanon #disabled headcanon #disabled hc #disability headcanon #disability hc #disabled au #imodna

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papakukui · 1 year

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I need more people to be talking about disabled Ash.

LIKE. IT MAKES SENSE.

Dude's been through, like, severe trauma that's definitely had a physical toll on him (stares at the amount of times he's died, and just. everything he's been through). Bro's issues are def going to manifest after completing his goal. His brain will realize that he's finally able to rest and BOOM he's having issues.

It starts out with little minor hiccups- feeling exhausted quicker, needing more sleep etc. Maybe he thinks its depression- he's obviously going to get the full force of PTSD (probably) on him too so that's another option.

But then comes the shakiness. Or maybe some issues with grip or dexterity. More noticeable but he ignores it. He's Ash Ketchum, Afterall! This won't hold him down.

But then his legs will start having issues- maybe they give out, or are hurting constantly. Maybe some dizziness too. Maybe he passes out. Now he notices an issues- and so do the people around him.

Maybe he uses mobility aids, like a cane or wheelchair. Maybe he has service pokemon. Maybe they give him a diagnosis.

If he gets mobility aids, he def decorates them. bro gets stickers of so many pokemon. especially pikachu. (he also has an alola sticker bc hes their champion always and forever <3)

All I'm saying is- disabled ash. Because I am totally not being self-indulgent here haha

#ash ketchum #pokemon #pokemon anime #pokeani #disability #disability hc #disabled ash ketchum #disabled ash #mobility aids #IM NOT PROJECTING YOURE PROJECTING #im def projecting idc #ash is disabled and so am i what a coinkydink

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kylosbreedingkink · 11 months

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Kylo, post-TFA, having to be very careful with how he sleeps at night as to not aggravate his shoulder, often finding himself waking in agony at all hours of the night.

Phantom pains along one side of his face in cold weather, reminding him that he almost lost his eye.

Needing to be careful with what he eats, lest it cause him issues since the wound in his side.

#kylo ren #ben solo #disability hc #kylo fic idea #when i did this one on twitter i had people coming it to tell me that hux has it worse and has to tell kylo how to deal with chronic pain #that was funny as like just make your own tweet if you dont like my hc and need to change it?#tweeting is free #or well at least it was back then lmao

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poppysplace-edits · 9 months

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anxiety disorder rinko shirokane icons, ftu w/ credit

@disabledidols

#use your voice flower hero #flower chatter #icons #anxiety disorder #anxiety #disability headcanon #disability hc #bandori #bang dream #girls band party #roselia #rinko shirokane #shirokane rinko

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slugass · 4 months

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NEW HC!!!

Enton and his hypotropia!!

Please be respectful!!! PLEASE

[IMG DESC (in case the alt text in the image doesn’t work):

An edited official semi-3d isometric image of Enton, a boy with a chimney for a head, which is made up of brown bricks. He is emitting smoke from the top of his head as well as from a hole in the side of his head. The image is edited to make Enton’s right eye turn downward (Hypotropia).

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also bonus image if you want (you can say no if u don’t like eyestrain)

(EYESTRAIN WARNING BELOW)

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An edited screencap of Enton sitting against a slightly bendy bright green and purple burst-striped background, with a cat-like smile on his face. The image is edited to give Enton hypotropia.

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#midnight horror school #enton #strabismus hc #disability hc #disability headcanon #headcanons #eyestrain #my edits #im sorry this post is messy aaaaaa #it needed to have the img descs

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mimikyu-chr · 5 months

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Some days, DID looks like constant spacing out and never seeming fully there. Missed bits of conversations and a memory that doesn’t seem like it wants to work.

Sometimes it looks like talking to myself, constant internal noise and heightened sensory sensitivity.

Some days DID looks like being emotional for seemingly no reason, crying, laughing, anger over something I don’t know, emotional bleed-through from other alters.

Other days it just looks like severe PTSD. Avoidance, spacing out, needing help to ground myself. Flashbacks that I honestly can’t remember the triggers of, or remember the full event of, but that I know are flashbacks.

And sometimes it just looks like nothing at all. I seem put-together and relatively normal. You’d never know I had a dissociative disorder.

The day-to-day severity of my symptoms do not determine what mental illness I have. I still have DID and I still struggle with it whether you can see it or not.

#disabled #DID #dissociative disorder #dissociative system #traumagenic system #DID system #hc-DID system #madpunk #my symptoms change #my disorder dosent though #I’m still disabled when I can mask it #ellie.chr

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faesystem · 5 months

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As an ambulatory wheelchair user I have so many thoughts about how people draw/write disabled!Scar. This is sort of a guide/insight from a disabled person about writing/drawing disabled people.

Specifically in regards to wheelchair users.

Do not get me wrong, this fandom is genuinely probably the best group of people I have ever seen when it comes to drawing wheelchairs. I do not believe I have ever seen Scar fanart where he is in a completely unusable, horrible, hospital chair. It is so clear people have taken the time and energy to research into wheelchairs and I love it. I am in no way saying stop that.

I just think people could maybe put a little bit more consideration into him being disabled beyond visual appearance.

I saw a really amazing artwork of SL!Scar and he is in a sports chair. Which is really cool, in many ways, as it shows some thought being put into the setting. If I were in combat, I would in fact like to not be knocked from my chair or have my chair tipped over.

Yet, you have very limited mobility in a sports chair. It is, by design, made to prevent you from tipping over. Which means that you are incapable of going over bumps, really, let alone natural terrain.

Just in general, there really is not any wheelchair that exists in our world that would allow wheelchair users to exist in a setting like the life series.

So, I have some ideas:

- Horses. Hands down my biggest suggestion. Especially with Secret Life they fit in very well with the setting, everyone uses them, and it fits the bill perfectly for what he would need. Especially considering Scar is an archer, it makes a lot of sense for him to be on horseback. It suits him and his style of fighting so well.

- Some sort of redstone power chair. There are all sorts of ways you could design something like this. Perhaps with pistons that push down against the ground, allowing for jumps. Perhaps just a series of pistions functioning as like a bunch of little spider legs. There are a lot of things you can do with that, you can get very creative.

- For my Vex!Scar lovers, you could have magic be used as a mobility aid. Perhaps a magic wheelchair, or perhaps a magic exoskeleton.

And with all of the ideas, considering how they fit into the setting really changes everything. What are the strengths? What are the draw backs?

With horses, they are strong and fast and agile. But they are big, it is hard to fit into small spaces, and they can be killed.

With some sort of redstone chair, I feel as though it would make sense for it to be robust and strong. Depending on how it is constructed, something fast and agile or perhaps something a bit slower and more clunky. Is it loud? How would stealth work in something like that?

When it comes to any sort of magic you do not want it to fix the disability. It is a mobility aid like any other. Not perfect, not the same as not being disabled, just another tool with its own unique draw backs. Perhaps magic is draining or it takes concentration. Would he tire quicker than others? Would he require food quicker than others? Is it possible for him to lose focus on it in a stressful situation, leaving him stuck until he can calm himself down?

Other things to consider are really specifically the setting as well as what disability you are giving him.

I feel as though on Hermitcraft an option like a redstone chair just makes a lot of sense. Multiple redstone chairs, even, all constructed differently for different uses. Such as ones for building. How does long distance travel work with the chair and how you lore your setting? Is it something he can put in his inventory? Is it something he remains in when using an elytra? Does that have any draw backs, such as being slower or needing more rockets or being less coordinated in the air?

I feel as though in the life series a mix of vex magic and horses makes a lot of sense. The magic is good for small spaces and short trips and emergencies, but it is too tiring to travel across the map with and too much effort to maintain when he needs to concentrate on battles. That would be where the horse comes into play.

As for what disability, well, it truly depends. Most of my rambles here have been based upon paraplegia, because I often times see people making him an ambulatory wheelchair user just because they do not know what to do otherwise.

Not that making him an ambulatory wheelchair user is a bad thing by any means. I am one and I adore reading stories like that. It is just a bit clear that a lot of you are quite lost as to how to navigate hurdles disabled people face, so you make it so he can walk over those hurdles. Which, once again, I am not shaming you for! This post is just to show there are other options

But in the case of him being an ambulatory wheelchair user: why is he one?

Mobilities aids are disabling unless you need them. You cannot access spaces or you do not have hands free or any number of things. What to the Scar you are writing makes using mobility aids helpful instead of a hindrance? What times are they more trouble than help, and what cost is there for not using it?

A good example is if Scar can walk around short distances with minimal difficulty/drawback, but long distances are painful or physically not possible.

Look into different disabilities and consider it. A lot of people tend to default to chronic pain because that tends to be quite a common one across a lot of disabled people, but there are a lot more different reasons why.

It could also be that he is very slow because of his disabilities. I have muscle weakness sometimes because of my FND, and it is like moving through sludge whenever I try and move.

It could also be that the mobility aids are a preventative measure. He does not need to use his wheelchair, unless he has done too much walking and then his body refuses to support his weight. He does not need to use his wheelchair, but when he does not he is a lot more likely to dislocate something and then yeah he can't walk. He does not need to use his wheelchair, but he is a fall risk especially after a lot of walking or running. Him being in his wheelchair prevents him from falling! (And if he's a fall risk, maybe he's strapped in too!)

I just have so many thoughts and I wanted to share them.

I see so many of you putting in effort already and it warms my heart. It is why I feel comfortable enough to make this post, because clearly you all care a lot about representing disabled people well.

If you have read this far thank you so much. Let me know what you think or if you have any questions.

Edit: I made a rough redstone wheelchair design. It is one of the few reblogs that has comments, if you filter for that you should be able to find it. If not, reply to the post and I can send you the link to it. :]

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museofdeity · 8 months

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being a system is going through years and years of abuse and torment. being a system is sitting in the shower sobbing because you don’t know who or where you are. being a system is losing year-long friends because they refuse to believe you. being a system is looking the worst parts of you in the face and going “i think we can change”. being a system is holding a child version of yourself and repeating “i love you” over and over again.

being a system is hugging yourself and saying, “hey, we’re gonna be okay.”

#endos dni #hc did #highly complex did #dissociative identity disorder #did #osdd #osddid #osdd 1a #osdd 1b #actually dissociative #actually did #actually disabled #disabled posting #disabled positivity #system positivity #did positivity

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limpfisted · 6 months

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Something I think taken for granted for "good and heroic" characters like wyll is

How hard it is to be a hero in settings like this in gen. especially a solo hero.

And then u look at will especially at 17, especially after just losing half of your vision, and now being obligated to hunt devils for mizora, and not being able to tell people who you are or why you have magical powers

Wylls life has been extremely difficult.

Hes not "some rich boy." In fact, he tells you himself, he never really was. His father became grand Duke when he was 17. His father was a Duke before that, but his father was born to a poor blacksmith father and he was the youngest of six, so he worked his way up the ranks. Even as son of a Duke and grandduke---ulder was champion of the poorer "mythical middle class" lower city. All nobles and patriars are from the upper city. There's no way wyll wasn't looked down on by the upper city and then held to a certain untouchable standard as the flaming fist brat by the lower city/outer city people

And yet even at being some "rich boy" he excelled thru hard work and dedication, making things into a competition if nothing else, in which despite his Father's unsurpance to power, he still had PROOF he was the most charming, after all, he held the record for most sarabandes danced in a single evening, much to the exhaustion to the good lords and ladies of the courts.

But even so, with this "cushy life" (where he would get into trouble, mind you! Where his father would encourage him to get into fights, who would train him with a rapier, where he would drink in taverns in the lower city at 14 despite being "a noble rich boy" and hand deliver letters from his father to sharess's caress before he ever knew what went on with the pretty men and handsome ladies behind closed doors.)

Have you ever been camping, like experienced the holy shit, Outside of it all? I dont even like leaving the house without my phone. Wyll, 17, traveled all over the sword coast, with one eye, who knows how many supplies.

While wyll laughs off the trauma of it, losing an eye is a real ass disability that affects your motor skills. It can be difficult to do things like cut food at first, and it can take like 6 months WITH THERAPY for everything to feel "normal" again. Now imagine fending off goblins, and minotaurs, with no therapy, no physical therapy, no doctor. Having to navigate the cold of winter, cursed lands, mountains, all by yourself.

Having to learn to use you sword again, this time without your father. Remembering him every time you pick it up. Remembering the way he looked at you every time you face down a "devil." Spitting the words he would later say to you at them. They stink of avernus, they have brought ruin

Wyll dedicated his life to laboring for the people of the Sword Coast. It's not easy. He makes it look fun, because he's so proud of himself and happy to be helping people

But its actually hard and lonely. And it doesn't come easy, even to Wyll, I think. He had to train himself, it probably took him a long time to figure out what he was doing

I dont think wyll is really as inexperienced and naive as people think. Hes been to avernus, he's fought dragons and minotaurs. He's seen terrible things, he's STOPPED terrible things, and he's going to continue doing so, and choosing to do so, with the full knowledge of what that decision means, and the hard work and sacrifice it requires.

he's fully aware of who he is and what he's capable of, and he's extremely brave and strong and competent

Its good to be good for the sake of being good! And wyll does believe in fairy tales. But his dedication to the blade doesn't come because he's misinformed. Is he as experienced and powerful as he thinks he is? No, he's 24 LOL. But he's still done a lot! Has YOUR muse hunted devils thru avernus? Has ur muse even BEEN to avernus?

Wyll ravengard genuinely is improvising half the time---but more important than simply "being" good and wanting to do good----Wyll has the experience, practice and competence in serving a community to actually BETTER and protect communities.

In fandom spaces we often talk about how certain characters are "just so good" but we like. We forget about the effort it takes to actually commit to acts of doing good, the practice and perservance it takes to competently serve the community.

You can give the people the shirt off ur back but u run out of shirts eventually. Wyll has made himself an important resource on the Sword Coast for its safety. And I think we take that for granted bc its a genre staple, but like. He worked really hard. He dedicated himself to this.

He sold his soul, and he kept living and doing good anyway

#ooc #hc #in general i think fandom doesnt think about wyll as disabled #but it affected his life bro

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eclipse15 · 7 months

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“Does it hurt when you-“ It hurts when I wake up in the morning and when I walk and when I sit and when I lie down and when I go to bed and when I eat and when I drink and when I breathe and when I blink and

#🧩#did alter #endos dni #venting #vent post #personal vent #chronic pain #undiagnosed disability #actually mentally ill #hc did #osddid #did osdd #polyfragmented #polyfrag #polyfrag system

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1960z · 8 months

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julian found out he was an augment at 15 and I’m sure he had a lot of (extremely justified) huge emotions about that but because of his age I can’t help imagining dealing with them in the most hilariously over the top teen agnsty way possible.

he’s writing bad poetry about it. he’s dying his hair black. he’s listening to this animal I have become by three days grace and monster by skillet on the shuttle to school. it’s amazing.

#shut up abe #julian bashir #ds9 #deep space nine #star trek #am I projecting things I did as a kid because of the way my disability made me feel Different? yes.#does this still feel in character? also absolutely yes #I have other less fun hcs about how he delt w it during that time too but let me have this

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withacapitalp · 1 year

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Corroded Coffin gains a weird reputation in the metal world for having really accessible concerts.

It's still a metal concert. There's no avoiding killer loud music and rowdy crowds, but they do so many things other bands don't. They hand out CC themed ear plugs and headphones for free as merchandise, even though it loses them a ton of money to not charge, they're one of the first bands in the scene to have an interpreter who travels with them and signs at their shows, they offer free tickets to all personal assistants, they refuse to play venues that aren't wheelchair accessible. They won't even accept 'temporarily' wheelchair accessible. Places that put up a hasty ramp that will easily get torn down after they leave are unacceptable.

It becomes a pretty big deal as they gain publicity and fame. Fans know going in about the things that are always the same at every show, and they end up creating a stir in the metal community about making concerts something everyone can enjoy.

And the most important thing (for Eddie at least) is they never do pyrotechnics or strobe. Ever. There is no flashing lights, so sudden bursts of fire at any Corroded Coffin show, not even for the openers. They won't even play big concerts with other huge bands if they're going to have those special effects. Managers and fans alike have practically begged for these things, but the band always shuts it down. No discussion, no explanation, just a simple 'no'.

The real fans know the reason. They know that it's all for the lead singers found family, so they can go to any show they want to if they decide to. It's for the family, but especially the sweater loving weirdo who's been going to their shows since 1986. The one who never misses so much as a rehearsal, even though he doesn't really like metal music. The one always sitting on the sidelines wearing industrial grade neon orange headphones, heart eyes, and a big smile.

#Steve harrington #Eddie munson #steddie #steddie hc #steddie ficlet #st #st 4 #stranger things 4 #I'm not disabled so I can't really speak to the rest #but as a migraine haver #I gotta prep to go to concerts #and usually I just can't go #ANYWAYS #if any of this isn't accurate or weird shoot me a note #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #st4 #Writing(withacapitalW)

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