Prompt 236
The ritual is complete, blood staining stone and fires cut short, snuffed to ash. For all intents and purposes, it shouldn’t have gone wrong. It should technically be over and done and successful. The cultists look from their bleeding hands to each other in panic and slight hysteria, clothing torn apart.
They would not speak of this, and fix it right away! R-right away… fix it? They can… oh they can’t fix it um. No one will notice, right?
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What do you mean it’s affected everyone in the world?!
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another non-exhaustive list of good disability experiences because i am going feral from blood sugar variations (first one is here):
- my roommate asking me if I was having a bad hand pain day because they beat me at Mariokart and had no clue how
- the way it feels to replace worn out gear with brand new stuff
- my partner turning to me and going "oh you lost a bit of muscle tone in your neck here" and when I asked how on earth they knew that they responded "you told me that muscle can act up sometimes so I keep an eye on it"
- my parent borrowing my car for a bit and returning it with medical-diet-friendly recipes tucked into the seat pocket
- dancing in the kitchen on a low pain day
- my pt signing paperwork for a permanent parking placard when I was hoping for a temporary one (it lasts until 2026! I never again have to convince a doctor to sign for it!)
- sitting on a speaker in the front while my partners band plays, because it's the most accessible seat in the room, but man what a view
- meeting a person my age with a super cool mobility aid at a party and swapping social media info
- my roommate handing me the shopping cart when we start grocery shopping because I use it as a walker, and inevitably asking me near the end if I'd like them to push when it gets heavy
- calling my car the cripple-mobile
- the secretary at my orthotics clinic calling my insurance at least once a day for two weeks to try and get the authorization through, which is so far above and beyond their job description
- my partner fascinated by the way the skin moves on my thigh, and turning to me to say "I know sometimes your body causes you pain but it really is just so cool"
- the young person who came into my workplace and asked about my ring splints, and then explained that because their friend might have EDS they've been educating themselves on it to support them
- it's not necessarily an easy process, but the satisfaction I get from the progress I've made in loving my body the way it is, scars and messed up joints and pain and all
- also the way my partner tsks at me when my knee is in a bad position while we're cuddling
as always if anyone wants the full story behind any of these my asks are open
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i'm irrationally afraid of facial recognition ai technology which its like unavoidable anyway so. the government or someone else has documented our faces and whereabouts already i'm sure of it also there's no reason i should be worried & i'm not running from the law (at this point in my life) but i will never get an iphone
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YOU SAID YOU HAD NO ASKS AND IM FIXING THIS.
LITTLE TRAVELLER WOLF. remember. I Do. i remember everything, luna. And am i still thinking about the light-suppression cuffs and the moths and the Eliksni and--
Think about it again,,, always bleeding a liquid light, trying to stop the hatchlings from trying to eat it (still crying). the family that basically adopted them while they were out of it, and who they stayed with when they were themself again. the wolf plushie...
I never forget,,,
Saladin watching someone he’s always seen as a powerful warrior deteriorate into something almost akin to a child but it is not quite that either- no it is something else, something wrong. A slow acting poison ending in death set upon Wolf by the people they should have been able to trust the most.
Do you remember Wolf in the wilds? Travelling alone to a destination they don’t remember? Resting in hunter hideouts they had made or been trusted with, admiring the light of the stars, and the moths of course.
The Traveller only wanted its favoured guardian back, taken from it for being too good, too powerful. It can do nothing but give away as much as it can until its power is warping the foundations of Wolf’s body and soul into a form that cannot remember itself. Saladin looks upon Wolf whose arms glow with bright white Light, whose fingertips are ever so slowly beginning to melt into nothing. At the near ever-present liquid Light tears running down one side of their face out from under freshly replaced bandages. Their body is covered in fissures, bodies shouldn’t do that they think- for a moment until the very capability of thought is gone again.
This Light is a gift. Each time Wolf looks upon their wounds they know that they are loved. This Light is a gift that leaves everyone questioning if Wolf is even human anymore. They can see through walls, hear what no one else can. The Traveller speaks, they alone hear it.
Then once they are free from their quite literal shackles they remember the hands that stemmed their bleeding, who cried once their blood stopped running red, who walked them through the city and bought them the one thing they had ever wanted.
Eliksni arrive to the city and Wolf can feel the Traveller welcome them, even if the humans do not. It is awkward, always, for they worship the traveller and it’s Light is Wolf’s body. There is little else left. Though they are not alone in their stilted interactions with Wolf- no one is quite sure about how they are supposed to speak to them, to the one the Traveller loves. Except for the ones who held them together when no one else would, those ones still treated them as human.
The Eliksni endure the animosity thrown at them. Ask for nothing from no one. They have endured, they do not need gifts to survive. But the Traveller still answers their silence, through Wolf’s voice it tells them that they’ve found peace, finally, they’ve done good, they can have the Light now.
…But not in so many words, Wolf has never been one to speak after all. Let everyone decipher their actions instead.
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like i implied in the tags and also said in another post. im over fascist forgiveness plot lines. idc how sorry you are atp i feel like when writers go down the "this violent white man participated in, supported, or otherwise justified genocide and destruction but he feels bad now" that's just white writers not actually understanding the level of depravity needed to support that ideology. the level of dehumanization. oh, he feels bad? he regrets his decision? and every single person around him is more than glad to bring him back and wrap their arms around him and pet his head and put his "terrible mistake" behind him? how many of his victims did you name, if any at all?
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I thought watching Ed be indifferent/irritated with Stede in 2x04 would hurt because it would be basically like everyone else treats him. But actually? It was fucking delightful to watch, because he was So. Fucking. BAD AT IT.
Like dude couldn't even PRETEND convincingly not to care about Stede. Not even enough to convince Stede himself!
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