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#disabled scar
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.
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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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faelynfawn · 4 months
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For the rarepairs: maybe Scar/Tango?
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I realised quite quickly that I may be incapable of writing a drabble. Have a one shot instead.
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There were a lot of unfortunate circumstances that lead to Scar’s current predicament. It was certainly not just Scar’s carelessness compounding into an unlucky series of events, no. Definitely not Scar’s fault at all!
Sure, maybe he should’ve checked his elytra’s durability, but really who remembered to do that? The whole point of mending was that it should repair itself in the background. Why should he have to keep track of it?
And yeah, he probably should carry an Ender chest on him at all times. But he didn’t. He was not the only one who didn’t!
His decision to fly back through the Overworld instead of the Nether was actually not stupid. He had just played a bunch of Decked Out. It was so cold in the Dungeon. He hated the heat of the Nether on a good day. Dealing with that right after Decked Out? No thank you!
All that is to say: his elytra just broke as he was flying home from Decked Out.
Scar landed in packed snow. Which was great in a way, as he would have died otherwise. What was not so great was that he immediately began to freeze. It took him a few minutes to claw his way out, his diamond armour heavy and weighing him down. By the time he managed to get out, he was so exhausted that all he could really do was lay there on the frigid snow.
Things like sub-zero temperatures usually did not affect people on Hermitcraft. Scar’s stupid code made him an exception. He would not die, but he was struggling to move and his ability to think clearly was already slipping.
He did have a wheelchair on him, but it was not able to handle this terrain. He honestly probably couldn’t even operate it even if it could. He doubted he could even move enough to place it down and pull himself up into it.
Which meant that walking was out of the question as well.
He could not even see where the biome ended. All he could see other than endless snow was the sun on its way down and Decked Out in the far, far distance.
Scar needed help.
He tried to fish his communicator out of his pocket but he was struggling to get a grip on it. His fine motor skills were not working, it seemed.
Eventually he managed to pull it out enough for it to be next to him on the snow. He shuffled around so he could see it.
There were quite a few people on world at the moment, but he did not know how far away most of them were. He knew Tango was probably still at Decked Out, he had watched Scar’s runs just now. Even if not he would be close by, more than happy to help, and also he would be very warm.
It took Scar quite a few attempts to pull up Tango’s contacts. Even more to try and hit the stupid call button. Still, he managed it in under a minute, which was pretty impressive with how much he was shaking.
“Hey Scar! What’s up?”
Scar tried to say something like, “Stuck in the snow,” or even, “Help,” but all that came out was a garbled whine.
“Scar?” Tango’s voice was concerned now, “You okay?”
Scar tried so hard to say no to beg for help or anything but he just couldn’t talk. He didn’t know he wouldn’t be able to talk and it was really scaring him. If he couldn’t talk then he couldn’t tell Tango what was wrong and he couldn’t get help and he was going to die and-
“Hey, hey, it’s okay! It’s okay, buddy, it’s okay,” Tango soothed, but it wasn’t okay, “I’m gonna figure out where you are and come find you, okay?”
Oh.
Oh right, they could do that now.
All Tango would have to do is type a command on his communicator and he would have Scar’s co-ordinates.
The sudden relief made Scar start to cry. Which he hated; it was too cold to cry. He also hated how Tango could clearly hear it, given that he was keeping up a steady stream of reassurances.
Scar was really struggling to understand him. He could hear that he was talking but not what he was saying. It was terrifying. Which made Scar just feel so ridiculous. All of this made him feel ridiculous.
This was hardly that bad of a situation. He was no stranger to his body not responding to him or struggling to understand people or anything. Not to mention, he knew once he warmed up it would go away. It was not like he had died and was now stuck like this for anywhere between a few hours and a few days. It would go away once he warmed up.
Besides, it was his fault he was there anyway.
So he should not be crying and hyperventilating and just making it such a big deal.
He was probably really freaking Tango out.
“Scar!”
Well, that Scar understood. He had not heard it through his communicator, either, which was probably a good sign.
He squinted up at the sky and saw Tango gliding down towards him. He looked like a fiery angel descending from the heavens.
Immediately when he landed next to him, Scar felt so much warmer and better. He was able to move enough to try and reach towards Tango.
Tango quickly got the message and wrapped Scar up in his arms. He said something, he sounded like a question, but Scar couldn’t understand him.
It made Scar cry harder. His hands couldn’t close properly so he was not able to clutch at Tango’s cloak like he wanted to. He couldn’t move his arms enough to wrap around Tango either.
Quickly Tango’s tone changed into something softer, more soothing. He rocked Scar lightly as he cried. Which, he probably should have felt a lot more embarrassed about than he did, but he was really happy for it.
It was not long before Scar began to stop crying. He just did not have the energy for it.
Tango’s tone changed again and he pulled back a bit. It was hard to see his face through his still watery eyes, but he was frowning at Scar. He ran a gentle hand over Scar’s face and murmured something.
Scar felt himself being shifted into Tango’s side, just held by one arm instead of two. Tango used his free hand to place down his Ender chest. He shuffled up onto his knees so he could rummage through it, doing his best to keep Scar tucked in close.
He pulled out a shulkerbox from it, which he placed down. A little bit more shuffling and he managed to pull an elytra from it.
Tango moved him so he was laying over his lap. He began to gently undo the straps of Scar’s elytra.
Scar would not be able to use an elytra.
Scar tried to tell him, but he just could not get the words out.
Tango shushed him softly.
It was not long before Tango helped him out of the broken elytra into the fresh one. He broke both the shulker and Ender chest and tucked it away into his inventory. He pressed a rocket into Scar’s hand.
Which, Scar tried really hard to hold onto, but his hand just would not close.
Scar really didn’t like the expression Tango made when he realised Scar would not be able to use the elytra. He pulled away from Scar and for one delirious moment Scar thought he was going to leave him there in the cold.
But no, Tango brought out some deepslate from his inventory and began to build a floor. On it he put a bed. He turned back to Scar and lifted him into his arms. Scar really liked being in Tango’s arms. Especially when Tango carried him. He needed to get carried by him more, it was actually so unfair he was not constantly carried around like a princess.
Tango put him down into the bed and wrapped him up tightly in the blankets. He began to move away again, which was not very nice of him. He was warm and Scar really, really wanted to be in his arms.
Scar must have let out a whine or something horribly embarrassing like that because Tango turned back to him quickly. He walked over, brushed the hair out of his face, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He said something very soft and gentle before turning back away.
Scar was placated for a moment. He watched as Tango retrieved some more blocks from his Ender chest and began to construct a makeshift hut. It was definitely function over fashion, although he did include a window. It was maybe three minutes before he hung a soul lantern from the roof and turned back to Scar.
He smiled at him and sat down next to him on the bed. Scar whined at him, trying to wriggle free from his soft blanket prison so he could reach for Tango. Thankfully he seemed to understand because he quickly rearranged the blankets, himself, and Scar. He was leaning against the wall with Scar tucked against his chest, a blanket loosely wrapped around them.
Exhausted after that whole ordeal combined with how safe he felt in Tango's embrace, Scar quickly dozed off.
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eluminium · 2 months
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Obsessed with whatever the fuck this interaction was from yesterday's stream:
Scar: *makes a wheelchair joke* Skizz, while giggling: We can't join you on those jokes Scar! Scar: You could Skizz. Come to the dark side with me. Skizz: Okay, I'll do that but you have to make MS jokes to me! Scar: I don't know any MS jokes! ...You MS! Augh, I can't think of anything! Skizz, giggling again: "You MS!"? That's just terrible! Scar: I don't know, that just seems so worse! What am I gonna- YOU and your MYELIN! No! That makes no sense! Skizz: Yeah yeah! You and your...STUPID nerves and WEAK myelin! You and your DEFENSE SYSTEM attacking you NEUROLOGICALLY Scar: What? You on your 20 000 dollar drug a month over there? *Both giggle* Scar: I can't think of anything! That feels so wrong! Skizz: Use your hands while you can, Skizz! Scar: OHHH NOOOOO THIS GOT SO DARK! Skizz: You should be drumming now man! Your beats are numbered! Scar: NO! :(( I feel bad Grian! Grian:
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crippled-peeper · 10 months
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My scarred body is not explicit. My scars are not dangerous to children. My scars don’t make me scary and they don’t tell you anything about the type of person I am. My scarred body is allowed to exist in public. I’m allowed to be shirtless in the pool and at the beach and I owe nobody an apology or an explanation for that
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the-rest-is-silenc3 · 2 months
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Every Body
your disabled, fat, deformed, intersex, trans, scarred body is worthy. claim it.
your stare attracting, "ugly," "grotesque," "freakish" body has beauty. love it.
your weak, exhausted, painful, uncooperative body is deserving of care. be gentle with it.
the body that doesn't look like you is a vessel for you to experience joy. respect it.
no body needs censorship. every body is equal.
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anonbeadraws · 1 year
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Character sheet commission for @roguelocks, of Gnarl Stormforged, the handsomest gnoll on any sea (according to his wife uwu) 🌩️
🌩️more commission info in source🌩️
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sphinxcatberkin · 8 months
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GoodTimesWithScar fanart!
You are not immune to the good times!
This is an extremely old piece, but I think it’s pretty good
[Image description: a drawing of character!goodtimeswithscar, wearing his season eight outfit. He’s wearing black boots, brown pants, a white button up shirt with a green sash, as well as a maroon (red) blazer. He has a yellow tie with a flower on the knot of it. He’s wearing a top hat the same color as his blazer, with a green stripe at the base above the rim. Flowers are stuck to it. He has scars on his face and a cannula in his nose. He is sitting in a mint green wheel chair, facing forward. One hand is on the wheel and the other on the brim of his hat. There is a speech bubble reading “Hello my fellow miners and crafters!”
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Description credits to: @nelson-and-murdock-and-page
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backonrepeat · 6 months
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Thinking about Gortash being shaped by his time in the House of Hope.
Purposefully mimicking Raphael's accent and manner of speaking, elegant, sophisticated, confident, to disguise his own working class roots and mingle with the Gate's upper class. Matching Raphael's demeanor, his posture, the way he negotiates his deals and flatters his clients. Even the theatrics, to an extent. Raphael is a consummate showman, and from him Gortash learns that presentation is key to manipulating people's perceptions to his own ends.
His views on sex don't differ too much from Harleep's, if Lady Jannath's note is any indication. Sex is just a tool, a commodity, currency that can be used to manipulate people and gain favours. He has no issues with selling his body, as long as the price is right.
As much as he hates the Nubaldin, he also learns from him. Each blow, each cut, each excruciating form of torture gets committed to mind. What worked, what didn't, how did each one feel. It's all knowledge in the end, and if he so wants it, it's his to use.
His own belief and devotion to Bane, God of Tyranny, his desire for absolute order and control, and lawful evil alignment could be linked back. Devil's are famously hierarchical creatures, who believe in order (in opposition to demons who embrace chaos), and the rule of the strong over the weak. Know who is a famous, scheming, sweet-talking tyrant in d&d lore? Old Hoof and Horns himself, Asmodeus, Devil in Chief.
Even his disregard of Karlach's optimism, generosity and good heart. The only truly "good" person young Gortash ever met was Hope, a captive of Raphael tortured for years for refusing to renounce her principles. Her sister Korilla, instead chose to serve Raphael and is thriving, free to come and go as she wishes, granted warlock powers by Raphael, living her best evil life.
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cruelseraph-art · 6 months
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13/11/23
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faesystem · 4 months
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Scar fought the Wither. It went about as well as you would expect. A horrible day on top of a horrible few weeks.
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faelynfawn · 4 months
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The weirdest thing about all of it was that after Scar fell asleep, his robe had slipped down off his shoulders and exposed some tiny, glowing wings on his back.
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Warning, despite appearances, this is not Scarian. It is Convex. You will get the Scarian preening, I promise.
Eventually.
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scarianslab · 24 days
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It honestly makes me so happy to see the lengths that the rest of the hermitcraft/life gang go to in order to make sure that Scar is included in things
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craycraybluejay · 16 days
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body modification is cool and hot as fuck pass it on
this includes:
-hrt
-diy hrt
-tattoos
-stick and poke/diy tattoos
-cyborg parts (such as in-body disability aids, mechanical heart, or just enhancement parts)
-piercings both professional and diy
-tongue splits
-scarification
-skin dye
-cosmetic surgery
-accidental scarring that you like to have
-birth control implants
-teeth mods
-eye mods
-literally any body mod you can think of. i love you and your unique and beautiful body and how much work and passion it takes to evolve like that. i love scientific advancement in changing ourselves. i love disabled modders. i love neurodiverse modders. i love queer modders. i love body mods as a symbol of rebellion. i love body mods that are just for fun or aesthetics. i love body mods for function. i love body modification. its awesome as fuck. you are valid and you deserve complete ownership of your body and to do with it whatever you wish. thank you for being you.
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silcosentropy · 2 months
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A little gift for the wonderful @kanskje-kaffe
a T4T Vilco
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gl1tched-g0th · 7 months
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I love you noticeable scars. I love you scars that aren't noticeable but still present. I love you scars that arent considered """attractive""". I love you scars that affect functionality. I love you acne scars. I love you scars that have been with you from birth. I love you scars that were self inflicted. I love you scars that were accidents. I love you scars with silly backstories about how you burned yourself with the cookie rack. I love you scars from how you went through something you thought you wouldn't survive. I love you scars that aren't covered up by makeup or clothes out of shame. I love you scars that aren't yet secure with themselves. I love scars. You're so beautiful.
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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 3 months
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Cross seems very serious, does he ever let up sometimes? Are there any moments of him being more bubbly?
Ps, can I get a hug from horror? I feel like he’d give the best bear hug EVER!!!
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Cross: I'm not serious. I'm numb. My universe's friends and family are dead. I don't know how to contact my old friend(s). Everything I ever knew is gone and it's been an absolute wreck trying to adjust to the new norm. Cross: …and now I can't even make a short walk, or shower, or stand for long- leaping and running is out of the question, something I used to be able to do like second nature. My whole right side hurts, and it randomly gets worse for no reasons. Cross: I can't even look at art supplies without flinching and feeling- bad? Like I'm- I don't know. It's stupid and frustrating. Cross: It was bad before, but it only used to be paint brushes and paints. Now it's paper and crayons and pencils and anything that can be used to draw. Cross: …i can't even get off this stupid floor. my leg hurts too much Cross: (..i don't want to go back to bandages everywhere, but it hurts.)
(Cross laughing a bit [amused] here)
(Cross being in a neutral mood [getting a gift] here)
(Cross in a happy/joking mood here)
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