#Disabled but Abled AU

[commodorknotanymorrington]

please can we talk about how it's weird how much cherik fans erase that Charles is disabled and represent him abled or standing/walking or in positions he could not put himself in. please can we talk about it

[bambiraptorx]

teenage mutant ninja turtles more like disabled mutant ninja turtles am i right

[caterpillarinacave]

btw if youre talking about a character and erase their canon disability I'm biting you. not in, like, an affectionate way. more like in an "I hate you" way.

[mrghostrat]

I FUCKING LOVE BNF AU RAHHHHHHHH

do you have a friend help you with the discord messages? or do you have two seperate accounts you made just for the fic?

i wrote them all myself! and then used a workskin to make it appear like discord in ao3 :) this way you can disable the workskin, use reader mode, or download an epub etc and it'll still appear as plain text like the rest of the fic.

[saturnniidae]

Cripplepunk Modern Au Hiccup

[cyellolemon]

Got the allowance so im not poor anymore yeay!!!! can't wait to eat good stuff and buy some art thing ect.. I'll keep my commissions open (i barely have any so it's not a big deal) so i can have some money on my paypal, i want commissions of my ocs so badly.. (if any moots have their open you can let me know <3 i don't want to spend everything rn ofc but i'll keep it in mind :3)

[even-disco-baby]

SOLA — Her Innocence, Sola— the anti-innocence— turns to face you. In the distance, you hear the tattoo of propellers, turning, sucking all the air. A strong wind whips her long, dark hair around her face. Her simple black gown billows behind her. The same gown she wore the day she resigned.

She has your eyes.

“Hi, Kim,” she says simply. “You don’t look well.”

PAIN THRESHOLD — Her voice is so familiar, and yet the moment she stops speaking, you cannot recall its sound, no matter how hard you try. And you have tried. Innumerable times.

AUTHORITY — What makes her think she would even *know* the difference between you looking well or unwell? She’s being presumptuous. She doesn’t even know you.

INLAND EMPIRE — She never will.

“I’m doing great, actually. Never been better.”

“Hey, I’m trying my best.”

“I’m *not* well. I’m so fucking unwell. I can’t take it anymore. Please, help me…”

“I’ll live.”

SOLA — “Hm…” She smiles apologetically. “Well, that’s all we can really ask for anymore, isn’t it?”

EMPATHY — She wishes more than anything that this was not the case. That you could ask for the world and have it.

RHETORIC — She tried to give it to you, and this is how you repay her? You’re gonna be in *deep* shit trying to explain that insignia you stitched onto her jacket.

“Um, about the jacket. It’s not what it… well, no, it *is* what it looks like. But I don’t— it’s— there’s nuance.”

“Is that really all you have to say to me?”

“I don’t know what to say to you.”

“Where are you going?”

SOLA — Her Innocence looks away from you, toward the wind. “Away,” she says, her voice distant and strange. “Yes… I’m stepping down, you see. The world doesn’t need me. It never needed me, really. It’s best for humanity to think for itself. No… it already *does* think for itself.”

She turns back to you with a small smile. The thought brings her peace.

PAIN THRESHOLD — But what does it bring *you?* She’s leaving you forever. Abandoning you for lofty ideals.

AUTHORITY — Let her go. Let her see how little you care. Don’t give her any satisfaction.

HALF LIGHT — Stop her. You won’t be able to live without her.

VOLITION — You have already lived almost all your life without her. You don’t need her. You have *never* needed her.

“What if the world *does* need you? Who are you to make that decision for the entire world?”

“Fine. Go. It’s none of my business.”

“So you’re just going to leave me behind again.”

“Please, don’t go. *I* need you.”

SOLA — “What else is an Innocence appointed to do?” Her smile turns wry. “You see? This is why I’m stepping down.”

Distant propellers turn and turn in endless circles. She glances toward them.

YOU — “Fine. Go. It’s none of my business.”

SOLA — “I suppose not.” Her voice and her face betray nothing. No sign of remorse.

YOU — “So you’re just going to leave me behind again.”

SOLA — “That was never my intention,” she says softly. “Surely you know that.”

INLAND EMPIRE — You will never truly know. No one will.

SOLA — She stares out at the horizon through the tendrils of hair that almost seem to threaten to swallow her. Her expression is strange and ambiguous, shifting every time you try and look directly at it.

YOU — “Please, don’t go. *I* need you.”

SOLA — She looks at you, and her eyes are full of what might be genuine sadness. But they could also be full of anything else.

“Oh, Kim… You must make do with what you have. I don’t know what else you want me to say…”

RHETORIC — What?! There are a million other things she could say! Forty-one years worth of possibilities! She could say *anything!* Anything at all… Even if she’d only left you a single word, it would be better than this…

VOLITION — It’s pointless to wish. Please, no more of this. It’s too sad.

“You could say that you’re sorry.”

“Say that I turned out all right.”

“Say that you’re proud of me. That you love me.”

SOLA — “Then I’m sorry.” She closes her eyes. “It was terrible of us to leave you alone.”

Her voice is utterly calm and emotionless.

PAIN THRESHOLD — No… Wrong, all wrong…

YOU — “Say that I turned out all right.”

SOLA — “You’re a good man despite it all. That is all I ever hoped for you.”

Again, there is no warmth to her words. No conviction.

VOLITION — Lieutenant… Please, don’t do this to yourself.

YOU — “Say that you’re proud of me. That you love me.”

SOLA — “I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished. You wear that jacket well.”

Her eyes have nothing behind them. A pair of two millimeter holes in the world.

“I love you.”

PAIN THRESHOLD — Your lungs seem to constrict at her words. Your chest hurts more than it’s ever hurt. This wind is hard to breathe in.

YOU — “No! Don’t you fucking get it?! You don’t love me!”

SOLA — “Then I don’t love you.”

YOU — “You should be *ashamed* of me!”

SOLA — “Then I am ashamed.”

YOU — “I betrayed you! I betrayed everything you stood for! I’m a fucking cop!”

SOLA — “Then I am betrayed.”

She proclaims it as dispassionately as she proclaimed her love.

YOU — “For god’s sake, *say something real!*”

SOLA — She just looks at you. The propellers keep on turning.

DRAMA — She can’t speak for herself, sire…

LOGIC — Of course she can’t. Of course…

PAIN THRESHOLD — Your lungs feel like they could collapse. Empty, crumpled, dark. Hot tears prick your eyes for the first time in what feels like a long time.

SOLA — “Do you understand now?” she asks gently.

LOGIC — She cannot speak for herself because you do not know what she would say.

There are many memories that you have been slowly recovering, little by little. Your mother will never be one of them. Her, the revolution, the aerostatic brigade— they all died before you could even comprehend loss.

AUTHORITY — You did not become a detective so that you could find your lost mother. You became a police officer because you did not want to end up like her.

VOLITION — She can neither forgive you, nor condemn you. She is dead, Lieutenant. She can only be what you make her.

RHETORIC — You’re asking your own echo for answers…

SOLA — “Humanity must think for itself,” she says again, turning again toward the wind. “What point is there in asking me where to go from here? I’m a failure. We all failed…”

RHETORIC — The revolutionaries failed their children, and the children are failing their parents, and all of them are dying, dying, dead… What’s the point in any of this anymore? I cannot argue in favor of any of it.

VOLITION — There is a point. There is a way forward. But you won’t find it here, Lieutenant.

“I hate you. You made me everything I am and then you just *left.*”

“I miss you… How is it even possible to miss someone you never met? It’s like someone ripped a part of me out and all I can do is bleed.”

“I don’t know what I am. I need you to tell me what I am.”

SOLA — One last time, she turns back to you. She slowly bridges the gap between you and reaches out a hand to cup your cheek. Her fingers feel like your own.

“You are whatever kind of animal you choose to be,” she says, so quietly that you don’t know how you can hear it over the distant roar of engines. “I cannot make that choice for you.”

EMPATHY — She died hoping that you would grow up with the freedom to choose to be whatever you wanted. Instead, the world that raised you hardly let you dare to want anything.

VOLITION — But you can still make a choice. Humanity can still think for itself.

[skellseerwriting]

My sister pointed out that Hook wouldn’t be able to play bass for my band au, so I did a little research…

It turns out he can!

[invincibleweasel]

Take a shot any time a Bumbleby artist draws Yang without her prosthetic.

Actually don’t because you’ll be dead in no time.

[sonknuxadow]

sorry but i hate how weird people are about disabled characters and making stories/aus where a character becomes disabled . why do you only ever want to include disability in your stories to use it for horror or angst fuel…. why cant disabled characters just exist without it being labelled as a tragedy

[allmightyscroll-swag]

Rewatched Cabin Fever for au reasons and OH MY GOD the ideas are flowing

The "we'll figure it out, together?" here and the "I need you to figure things out, together" in ep 7?? OH MY. FUCKING GOD MAN. THIS SHOW MAKES ME SO ILL YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. OWW. FUCK

also I want V & Uzi to have like. A more positive relationship in my fuck around and find out au, (because TMNT just Changed Me like that, I need at least ONE pseudo-sibling bond) and this episode feels like an actual turning point for Vs character and yeah..... ARGGHHHHHH I can exploit this

ALSO. Yeah solver Uzi is always fun. Also theory time but I think I somewhat understand how she Got Like That

Using the solver puts a toll on the drones system → drone needs to cool down → if drone can't cool down, by consuming oil in this case, → solver activates Eldritch Mode to Aquire Oil™ → once cooled down the solver receeds

I think it's like that because the solver only started acting up after Uzi wasn't able to munch on that stolen arm cause V interrupted her. And she only NEEDED the arm because her CPU was overheating. So her system was like, "I guess it's eldritch time" and yeah.

ANYWAY THE POINT I WAS ACTUALLY TRYING TO MAKE, fuck around and find out au Uzi starts using the solver before the series events so I'm thinking the reason she travels to the corpse spire at first is to get that missing part for her rail gun, shoot one of the murder drones, and gather oil from some of the corpses there. Then she'd just retreat and wait out that 30 minute cool down while drinking some oil. But yeah..... That didn't work out just like in the pilot! Don't think N would think it's weird at the moment if Uzi munched on oil in the landing pod. Cause, y'know, that's what they do. He WOULD be weirded out and suspect something up post pilot tho. (Uzi definitely wouldn't tell any of them just because y'know. She isn't too keen to share the fact she probably has an eldritch horror ai in her systems)

Haven't rewatched EP 3 & 4 yet so I won't make any decisions yet. Instead I also wanna ramble about some other ways the solver fucks up Uzi's life;

Uzi needs an actual computer to repair herself properly. And sure, she has her own at the outpost, and those worked fine! But there's a stretch of time where their just Walking Around looking for something I'm yet to figure out, (I want to give the three of them, Uzi N and V a road trip arc for Bonding™) and Uzi can't just haul a whole ass double monitor computer around. So between the times they get to an actual computer, Uzi has to live with the solver fucking up her systems. I'm considering making it more different than just "fucked up voice". Maybe the Solver fucks with her mobility settings so she just can't fucking walk? Disconnect her visors so when they do get to a computer she needs to step by step guide N because She Can't Fucking See? I'm sure if these stacked up it'd be an absolute nightmare. Imagine you can't see and all your screams come out as garbled noise. And the only thing really keeping you company is the parasite trying to kill you.

[coloredlion]

I dont usually post my tiktoks on here but,,, i really liked this one

[gayaest]

Again this AU is super self-indulgent — if you disagree with a headcanon i’ve given them for my AU (that’s obviously fine) but you can make your own au then !

[theother-will-grayson]

I am. Genuinely surprised trans!yennefer is not a huge thing, especially in modern aus. Her relationship to femininity, physical transformation, beauty, and fertility especially in fanon is like a perfect allegory. Also more disabled portrayals of yennefer in modern aus please.

[rainboq]

Tapestry

Summary:

Pushed past her limits, Max makes one last desperate gamble to save Chloe.

[bittiblakebelladonna]

Happy disability pride month, I think a modern AU Yang should get really into cripplepunk send tweet