#disabled character

[rauchendesgnu]

"Would you like a seat?" Gerry asks over his shoulder as Sam follows him deeper into the apartment. "Only if it isn't a bother," Sam says despite the throbbing in his hip. "Oh, it's no problem at all. Let me just--" The young goth rushes ahead into some sort of studio, clearly expecting Sam to follow. Every spot in the room is either occupied with a painting, or painted on, or splattered, or filled with utensils, tools, and other stuff that is necessary for art. Gerry sweeps a pile of pencil sketches from a chair and offers it to Sam, who sits gratefully, eyes still wandering over the atelier in overwhelmed amazement. "I can make some tea?" Gerry offers. "Oh," Sam says with an awkward smile. "I'm more one for coffee." "Do you mind if I make one for myself, then?" "No, go ahead." The sounds of an electric kettle being filled and switched on reaches Sam, whose eyes fall onto the sketches. He leans a bit closer to get a better look. It's not very polite, to go snooping into the drawings of a potential friend, but he can't help himself. He's always been so damn curious. The first sketch shows a short, thin man with dark hair that is starting to go grey despite his young but tired face. His brown skin is covered in scars and his eyes are glowing. Sam blinks, and for a second he feels like the drawing blinks back at him. He quickly moves the sketch to the bottom of the stack and shakes his head. It's the sleep deprivation. He's not starting to see movement in traditional sketches. The next few sketches show the same man, over and over again, eyes blazing, mouth set in a thin line, exhaustion weighing down a face that could once have been called handsome. He's not the only one, though. There's a second man, tall and broad, with red hair and a dusting of freckles on his nose and cheeks. He's barely recognisable in the fog that surrounds him that gets thicker with every new sketch Sam discovers. The last one is that of a man who wouldn't have looked out of place in Pride and Prejudice (as written by Cassandra Austen), with a neatly pressed collar and a cravat, as well as jewellery in the form of eyes. His grey eyes are intense, piercing Sam through the page. Sam is about to put the sketches back when a piece of paper slips, and his heart stops. The woman on the paper is a detailed pencil drawing of Celia. It's almost scary how perfect that sketch catches her likeness. Surely Gerry would have needed more than one look at her to draw her so realistically? Sam fights the wave of jealousy that wants to overtake him. It's none of his business who Celia meets in her free time. There is only that one sketch of her, and as Sam finds the last page, he's a bit disappointed to discover that there is just two sentences scribbled in nearly illegible handwriting.

The maze is sharp on my mind. The angles cut me when I try to think.

They are underlined with so much force that the pencil nearly broke through the paper. In the kitchen, the kettle turns off, and Sam quickly places the pages back in order. "Gerry," he says when his host returns, mug of tea in hand, "who are these people you sketched?" Gerry glances over his shoulder, then shrugs. "Now that you say it...I have no idea. These are from a while ago. Why, did I accidentally draw someone you know?" He says it with a smile, like it's a joke between artists. Did I accidentally draw you? Sam's gaze drifts back over the man with the glowing eyes. "I don't know," he says softly. "I don't know."

#the magnus protocol #tmagp fanfic #sam khalid #gerry keay #gerry delano #disabled character #tmagp #tma episode 65: binary #tmagp chester #tmagp norris #martin blackwood #jonah magnus #jonathan sims #jmj error #my writing #ficlet #alternate history

[cowsabungus]

A guide to designing wheelchair using characters!

I hope this helps anyone who's trying to design their oc using a wheelchair, it's not a complete guide but I tried my best! deffo do more research if you're writing them as a character

#art #original art #artist #oc art #original character #queer #disabled #disabled rights #disability #disability pride month #tutorial #art tutorial #disabled character #design tutorial #drawing tutorial #Tumblr tutorial #character design #character illustration #concept art

[anonbeadraws]

using Ahme to practise values and gradient maps! Based off that portrait >:) thought it was too appropriate for my boy 🪷 Tip me here|commissions 🪷

#anonbeadraws #digital #digital art #art #artists on tumblr #ahme #painting #digital painting #tiefling #disabled character #portrait

[magidragon12]

I just can't get over how happy Eda looks here! Remember the early days of the series, her stress, running from the law, detesting school as a symbol of the authority that hunts her for just existing. Suffering under the throes of her curse.

And now look at her! She's a principal, running a school her way, the way it should be run! Encouraging students to be themselves and celebrate "every part of themselves"

She's got that big ass hook, she doesn't shy away from being an amputee, she embraces it! She celebrates her differences which she once was forced to run from. She's happy! She loves herself!

Good for her ❤️

#the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #watching and dreaming #toh finale #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #luz noceda #king clawthorne #reada #disability #disabled character

[thepigeonsfanart]

(He’s looking at katniss btw)

I headcanon Peeta as being very reserved about his disability around Katniss since he knows she blames herself for it and doesn’t want her to feel bad about it or see him as weak or less than, but post-mockingjay (and after a lot of therapy), he starts being more open about his necesities, so he starts moving around on crutches whenever he is in pain or doesn’t feel like using his prosthesis

#thg #the hunger games #peeta mellark #my art #peeta #everlark #disabled character #peeta ily #mockingjay

[oceanautic]

obi-wan with a cane agenda is spreading. for @temporaryuniverse-writing

-> dm me for commission info!

#obi wan kenobi #sw #star wars #my art #disabled obi wan kenobi #disabled character #star wars prequels #the clone wars #tcw

[brainrotisseriechicken]

quick meri doodle for future reference

#scp 166 #scp #scp fanart #scp fandom #illustration #queer catholic #disabled character #catholicism #i guess #!!! #insufferable catholic leftist guidebook #(me) #shes literally me #walks up to you hey ever heard of saint joan of arc #very specific target audience

[heimeldat]

I've been thinking about how often Five falls over and the way he just sort of collapses like his legs stopped working, and I've ended up with a new headcanon that his legs do just stop working sometimes. He's the only Doctor whose regeneration came so close to failing, and that's got to have some side effects. His new body got a few wires crossed, and sometimes there's a brief interruption of signal from brain to limbs that makes his legs give out without warning for a second. He wears some sort of fancy gadget under his clothes that usually compensates for the signal interruption and keeps him on his feet, but it's not 100% effective, so when he's under stress or in pain or for whatever reason his nervous system is under more strain than usual, he still has a tendency to just fall over.

#doctor who #headcanons #fifth doctor #disabled character

[beastwhimsy]

vincent, an inventor in a story I’m working on!! reblog to support an artist or to proclaim your love for dapper earwigs. or both

image description in alt text!

#artists on tumblr #earwig #bug oc #insect oc #insect character #fantasy character #bug character #original character #character design #disabled character #disability pride #described art

[i-fell-in-a-hole]

babs my beloved

#digital art #drawing #fanart #dc comics #dc fanart #digital #barbara gordon #batgirl #oracle #disabled character #babs gordon #batgirl fanart #oracle fanart #my art

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

*randomly spawned a sassy cat in their castle.*

Cross's shirt: bone hurting juice (image depicting text)

Cross: i can make it to the kitchen i can make it to the kitchen i can make it to the kitchen i can make it to the kitchen i can-

sassy cat: (poof)

Cross: .

Cross: pspspspspspsps

#cross sans #sassy cat #disabled character #injury #wound #bandages #cat #Cross saw the cat and fr went 'pain is temporary cats are forever' #Cross's ribs hurt in case anyone's wondering why he's clutching at his shirt in the first image #also i can't draw cats oh my fucking jod help #queue

[iamyouknow-yours]

I just finished watching the 3rd special with my best friends and I cannot express how much Shirley Anne Bingham means to me.

She's a fucking great character.

Her wheelchair has weapons in it are you kidding!!!!! (Ep 1)

She's an ambulatory wheelchair user! (Ep 1, non-paralysed, crosses her leg & Ep 3, she stands up)

She never explains what her disability is or why she can walk.

The portrayal of how abled people just do not consider disability at all was done so well, it wasn't awkward or forced. (Ep 1)

Ableism was condemned as being nonsense in Kate's Toymaker-induced speech. (Ep 3)

Her outfits are iconic (the costumes in these eps were Excellent).

THE RAMP! I know that wasn't explicitly her but stilllll it was so important. And it's related.

Legit my only complaint (about her/the disability rep) is there wasn't more of her and also that she was just like no need to apologise, to Kate. When like. Yes there is. Even if it was alien induced, I would still want an apology. It was public ableism.

Anyway, overall: representation done fucking right.

#shirley anne bingham #doctor who #doctor who spoilers #dw #dw spoilers #dw specials #doctor who specials #disability #disabled #accessibility #representation matters #disabled character

[anonbeadraws]

character sheet commission for @thedoomsbae of Jane Doe, what a babe! 💜 💜Com info here!💜

#anonbeadraws #digital art #commission #dnd commission #artists on tumblr #tw burns #disabled character #cane #digital illustration #digital commission

[nwarrior777]

ta-dah! Dr Hodgins from "Bones" fanart.

Did you know that he is canonically disabled wheelchair user (in the late late season(s???))?

I had a dream with him (lol) + i accidentally got info about disability plot + he actually was my fave in the show back then i watched it sometimes on TV.

It was the most strange drawing experience i ever get - i watched this show probably before i even figured out that pictures on internet is, you know, like, drawn by someone. And i am now is who making that internet pictures. Very interesting feeling... so.. joyful?

It was nice to draw him, but i used here my "taking a character who i like from the media because i like only him from all of the thing" method, like i did with The Duke. The problem is, that he, unlike The Duke, has a little bit more than 7 minutes screen time cause he is one of the main cast of the show with 11 seasons. I solved this problem by reading his fandom wiki page and BOI this show is something (Radioactive Mutant Wasps in my criminal procedural? More likely than you think! Just read characters wiki pages, this shit is really on next level, i was laughing to tears).

So, in conclusion: his disability is canon and that inspired me on fanart in the first place, and fanart is based on vibes of character which i remember from my childhood + a little wiki info, and it was very fun to draw

#disabled character #bones tv show #jack hodgins #dr hodgins #bones tv show fanart #then i browsed for fanart of him i found like #1 picture #bad sigh! #also #about that joke sketch #originally i wanted to write f***k boy #because i thought it means “hot guy who everyone wants” #but mmm #my friends told me that it doesn't translate like that #and i already had cool sketch with that epic wheelie #so i hope bad boi works fine

[daaedoodles]

disabled regina george doesn’t give a shit about gossip. she’s confident in who she is, and doesn’t need to be mean anymore to assert it. running north shore high isn’t even on her priority list anymore, but her presence is impossible to ignore. the leather jackets, the pink cane and wheelchair, the platform boots, she’s a force to be reckoned with and she knows it.

she has limited energy and only spends it on what she wants and if you cross that boundary, you’ll get bitten. she has zero patience for clothing stores who use their accessible changing rooms as storage spaces. she gets pissed if people call her inspirational and won’t hold back if someone is being ableist, even if they’re a teacher.

#regina george #mean girls #disabled regina george #POTS #spinal injury #disability #mean girls 2024 #renee rapp #disabled character #headcanon #disabled headcanon #chronic illness #ambulatory wheelchair user

[sangwooooh]

Why won’t you speak?

“As I am standing over your dead, rotting body, I wonder: are you cold?”

Story: between Dick and Jason, Bruce adopts another hurt boy. M/n was around before Dick left, so he really considers him his older brother. When Jason comes around, M/n can’t help but feel jealous. After all, M/n is weak. He can’t be Robin.

Warnings and additional notes: M/n is using crutches to walk because of a car accident in which he took part at the age of twelve, the car accident that killed his parents. Bruce Wayne takes him under his wing, making sure he gets all the medical support he needs, making sure he is cared for. M/n is envious of Bruce’s soft spot for Jason. Major character death. Canon compliant… ? There are things added by me, of course.

—. —

The large doors of the library open with a burst of uncharacteristic storm.

“When has Batman died and put you in charge.” Jason’s shoes make an almost soundless approach in M/n’s direction.

M/n chuckles, “Oh my, aren’t you an opinionated little brat?”

Jason’s tongue clicks. No. He ain’t doing this shit. He takes a few more steps towards his tormentor.

“ I am Robin.” He points towards his chest. “Me. Not you, M/n. I should be in charge, not you.” He might not be in his suit, but he is Robin. And not even this bastard could take that away from him.

“Yeah, yeah. Listen here, you little asshole. You need to calm down. I don’t like you getting in my face. You annoy me. ” M/n rolls his eyes, and crosses his arms, leaning on the windowsill. The library is getting too crowded for the both of them. “Well, you don’t really have a choice. I’m older, more responsible. Don’t you have to listen to me or something?” Jason locks eyes with his fake brother, watching the words fall from his lips like boredom in the wind.

“You’re only two years older. Don’t act superior just because you’ve been here a little longer than me.” Jason wants to scoff, instead he draws back. Only to rethink his decision and bite. “Even so, I am Robin. And you’re just sickly prickly M/n. Nothing special there.”

There is a crack in M/n’s smile. Small, but noticeably there. Almost makes Jason regret it. Almost.

M/n scoffs, hiding the hurt, “You need to calm down, little asshole. It’s Alfred who holds the rule anyway. Don’t even know why you’d think it’d be useless, little me.” M/n tilts his head tauntingly, picking up his crutches and making his way out of the library. “Congratulations though. You’re pathetic.”

Jason rubs his eyes in exasperation. They will never get along. Never.

“Master M/n, is everything alright?” M/n tries to calm himself, almost bumping into Alfred. He feels like he’s gonna burst, but he can’t let the tears fall.

“Oh, Alfred… Sorry. I didn’t see you there.” M/n forces a smile. And he is sure it doesn’t fool Alfred. The elder man always knows.

“It’s quite alright, Master M/n. My question stands, however. Is everything alright?”

M/n averts his eyes, “Of course.” He stumbles a bit with his crutches as he tries to pass Alfred.

“You should try and get along with Master Jason. He is family. You two are family now, Master M/n.”

M/n doesn’t even feel like protesting. This Jason boy came after Dick left, almost as if their father was trying to replace his oldest son. And M/n can’t bear the thought of that. Of course he doesn’t like Jason. They’ll probably never get along.

“Alright then.” Alfred smiles and helps M/n down the stairs. “How about some tea?”

M/n relaxes slightly in the comfort of Alfred’s warm arms, “That sounds great, Alfred.”

Going down the stairs is becoming harder and harder for M/n. It’s like his legs are becoming lazier and lazier, which is normal considering the doctors already informed them about the changes waiting to happen. M/n doesn’t dwell on it most of the time. However, there are those moments of silence in which he can’t help but want to hit his head with something or accidentally drop one of those candles onto his own clothes. Jason had caught him in one of those moments in the library earlier. M/n gets nastier in terms of behavior around then, and truly he doesn’t have any interest in insulting Jason that much (just a little). The little prick just knows how to find his moments.

They get to the bottom of the stairs, but Alfred doesn’t let go. The man really knows everything.

When Bruce gets home, things haven't necessarily changed in any way. Alfred meets Bruce in the foyer, as it usually is when Bruce comes back from business. And then there is Jason who runs ahead of his brother and forcefully throws himself at Bruce with all his young years and fire thrumming in his veins, like he owns the world and Bruce, as well, with it. The man once young boy himself remembers owning the world once, it was not bare then. Behind, with struggle unfit for a child, M/n staggers forth with his ebony crutches. Jason does not let go of his hugs easily, in fact he holds on as if Bruce would disappear if he ever dared to let go earlier than he should. Thus, the man lets his son hug him tight. Moments later, Jason reluctantly lets go, making way for his older brother, who visibly stumbles on an uprise in the carpet.

M/n yelps as one crutch gets caught in the crimson material. He falls in front of everyone's eyes, but is caught by Alfred who is nearer to him. Bruce wants to reach out, he would've reached out. Yes. If, just so, he were closer to his son. Alas, distance is great in between them.

They head into the living room where Jason tells Bruce all about his exploits around the manor and how Bruce’s bedroom is actually haunted when he isn’t there. That gets a smile out of the man, rare as they are. His life has become increasingly livelier since Jason became part of the family. After all, the quiet of Dick’s departure was sadly difficult for one little M/n to fill, though the efforts were there. Bruce just… couldn’t make himself meet his son halfway.

After dinner Alfred corners him in the emptiness of Bruce’s study (not his, his father’s study). The older man wears that look on his face, the one he shows only to Bruce and especially when he ‘s done something bad, like stealing a cookie when he was younger, or choosing to dress up as a bat.

“You should talk to him more.” Alfred keeps his eyes on Bruce and the man once boy under that gaze doesn’t know if he should look away or try to dominate the stare down. It’s an automatic response, he reckons. It would never work on Alfred, either way.

“Jason is fine, he talks to me now.” That gets another smile out of Bruce. He fears these days he is getting stiffer, body hardening with the darkness and the years. Maybe he is actually growing softer?

“It’s not Jason I’m worried about, sir.” Alfred leans forward and places a tray with two cups and a teapot on it. It smells good, roses and camomile?

“M/n? Should I think there’s something wrong with him?” Bruce raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t know, sir. Should you not?” Alfred continues to look at him, almost as if his eyes harden. It’s hard to tell, even with the bat’s experience.

“Is something wrong with him?” Bruce takes a seat on his father’s old leather chair that was once black but now tints to brown. The chair sighs underneath him with tiredness becoming of age.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself, sir?”

Bruce would ask. He really would. He should… but it’s late. The boy probably sleeps already. “It’s late, Alfred. Some other time, perhaps?”

Alfred scrutinizes him, yet ends in a half concealed sigh. He wasn’t going to tell his Bruce, the stubborn and with years worth of guild child he so much wished fulfillment to about how his son still stands at the dinner table, ashamed to ask for help and beating himself down over how he would never be good enough to help his father the way his younger brother does. No, Alfred shall deal with that himself, as he always does. Foolish master Bruce. He ends with a, “You know best, sir.”

Bruce doesn’t know best. He’s never felt himself as holding the power of knowing whats and ifs and what ifs. The ‘what if’ of the situation, it always arises at the time when his weakness fills him with the dread of what has been. What if he’d said “let’s stay for another movie” the night his parents died. What if he’d spent more time trying to talk with Dick instead of arguing foolishly and towards nothing, like the boy wasn’t the son he so cared for, like he hadn’t been the only once. What if he’d listened to Alfred and talked with M/n more, mended the disruption between him and Jason. What if he’d protected Jason the way he should’ve protected him, the way his soul screamed to keep the boy safe because how can you let someone else suffer when it is you who should have been? It should never have been Jason. Not his Jason. Not his boy. Not his hope and his dreams and the one he holds as if he were holding his younger self. Not the Jason who laughed so hard whenever something remotely funny came to light. Not the Jason who ran to the door to welcome Bruce, jumping into his arms with all his young years and fire thrumming in his veins, like he owns the world and Bruce, as well, with it. ‘Welcome home, dad.’ Not… Not Jason. Not Jason, God, please, not him. Don’t let it be like this, Bruce’s soul screams as it trashes and shoves and splits, stabbing and scratching and killing to get out.

Jason Todd, beloved son and brother, full of fire and full of life

with all his young years and fire thrumming in his veins, like he owns the world and Bruce, as well, with it

The morning Bruce has to come home and let Alfred and M/n know that Jason won’t be home for dinner tonight or any other night, the sun shines on a clear sky. It smiles upon the Wayne lands, over the gardens and the pond. M/n is there with the flowers, reading a book. ‘The three musketeers’ the title reads. Does M/n enjoy reading? Maybe he does. Bruce isn’t around enough to figure out a pattern.

M/n’s eyes raise from the pages, smile a bright one, as the sun above them with a glint in his eyes and hair tussled with sleep and the ends of dreams.

Bruce must look all the wiser and the better and the all powerful because his son’s smile becomes smaller with what Bruce can only read as surprised… a little concern as well.

“Welcome back, dad.” The boy speaks, voice carried by the breeze and the petals of the flowers.

Bruce says nothing. He can’t bring himself to. Because how can you ever begin. How… How do you tell your son his brother has died before they even had the chance to make up after an argument? How do you let your son know, he will be in a quiet house yet again? How do you tell your son you’ve killed his brother?

M/n’s smile falters yet again. And he must sense something because he looks around. Behind Bruce, to the gate, to the flowers and to the door where no one but Alfred stands.

“Where is Jason?” His smile is gone by now, replaced by something akin to curiosity. “Did he get lost?” A small laugh bursts at that.

M/n locks eyes with Bruce again.

Bruce isn’t smiling. His lips haven’t even twitched. In fact, Bruce thinks he is getting worse by the second and it must be showing in some way because M/n forces himself to keep a smile on as he struggles to get up with the help of a crutch. He almost falls twice, but stands almost straight soon, book closed in hand, a finger inside to keep the page. The boy is pretty far into the book. Bruce doesn’t know if it’s the first, the second or the third volume.

“Dad… are you alright?” His son asks him with those alight eyes that speak the language of the sun and the moon. He looks around again, maybe he hopes to see the brother he so is annoyed by. There is no annoyance in his eyes. “Where is Jason, dad? I didn’t see him go inside.”

There’s a shake in Bruce’s eyes, a tremor of the lips. M/n pushes himself forward on the crutch. It gets stuck in the grass for a second, but it does not stop the son from approaching the bat with no suit, no protection.

A shove closer, half a stumble backwards.

“… dad?” Bruce lets his son see his head fall down, down, down, looking at the grass next to his shoes. Bruce thinks he shook his head somewhere in between the burn of the sun on his neck and the thud of ‘The three musketeers’ by Alexandre Dumas, fallen to the earth. For a moment, Bruce imagines the volume as his own head, rolling on the too green grass, blood dried and burned by the sun.

“M/n… Why do you hate me?”

“…”

“Have I… done something that wrong? I know I can be annoying and loud and sometimes want attention, but I don’t mean what I say to you. I never do, not the bad stuff at least.”

“I… I don’t hate you, Jason. How could I? You’re everything I wish I was.”

“Why?”

“Aha… I think I say all I say and blame you all the time because, not so deep down, I’m envious of you.”

“Envious? How could you possibly be envious of me? You’re older and you’re smart… and you don’t get into trouble with the teachers.”

“Ha, well, I suppose I’m envious because dad is close to you, the way he isn’t with me. And… and because you are with him the way I could never manage.”

“But… it’s really not that hard. Just talk to dad, I’m sure it’s gonna be alright.”

“Aren’t you wise.”

“Ha ha. I’m serious, M/n. If you want something, just do it.”

“See? That’s why I’m envious of you.”

… or maybe I admire you for it. Is what M/n imagines late at night, a conversation that could have been between Jason and him, especially close after the funeral, when Dick drinks in his room and their dad drinks in his study and Alfred cleans up the dinner none of them really taste any more, but only eat as unfeeling corpses coveted in a quiet house.

Part 2:

#batman angst #batman #male reader #batfam #bruce wayne #jason todd #alfred pennyworth #angst #character death #dc comcis #dc universe #dc batfam #dc batman #bat brothers #disabled character #reader insert #dc x reader #batman x reader