#kind of based on my experiences

[our-death-means-flag]

IDK IF U REQUESTED THIS ALREADY OR NOT SO BEAR WITH ME (I FORGET TOO EASILY). izzy hands x disabled reader. reader has leg problems due to nerve damage (maybe iz knew reader before the accident in which they acquired those permanent injuries) basically they’re raiding a ship and fighting and the readers good at tolerating the pain throughout but after the fight they sort of just collapse because of the pain and everything goes a little hazy. izzy is so malewife coded like i can just imagine the genuine stress he would go through not being able to help his s/o / bf during a fight or through their pain.

Routine

Ship: Izzy Hands x Reader Notes: Usually, you can manage your pain pretty well but not always, luckily, you have one angry small man to help. I feel like you guys know me! As someone who also has chronic leg pain, I appreciate this request! (PS: anon, you did request this already but I decided to answer this one since this time you said Izzy was malewife coded and it made me chuckle.) ((PPS: also incorporated another anon’s request for chronic pain cuddles with Izzy! Two for one! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ )) Warnings: reader passes out, talk about pain

It was strange to think that pain could become routine. Logically, it made sense. Of course you’d get used to it. Though, logic be damned, you weren’t sure how you felt about it being so routine. 

Despite how routine it all was for you at this point, it was inevitable that you’d slip up.

The raid hadn’t been anything unusual. Your run of the mill raid. But you’d been hurting all day. Maybe you’d done something to aggravate your leg or maybe you’d just gotten unlucky. Past a certain extent, it didn’t matter.  You weren’t a novice to raids by any means. Though, raids with the Revenge crew were different. You knew most of the crew wasn’t exactly skilled in combat. They were trying but… You knew that you’d have to work more. And that was fine. You actually liked this ridiculous crew (which was far more than you could say about most other crews you’d been with) so you didn’t mind picking up the slack. 

But there was only so much slack you could hold before you crumbled.

The adrenaline rush from fighting was enough to dull the pain but, as you leaned against the railing, barely able to listen to Stede’s ridiculous ending speech, that adrenaline was wearing thin.

You tightened your grip on the railing. Deep breathes. You tried your damndest to distract yourself without much success. The pain was slowly but surely eating up more and more of your thoughts. You tried to focus on breathing. You clenched your eyes shut, your grip tightening on the railing. Your head was spinning. You couldn’t hear anything, not Stede, not the ocean, not any of the crew. Shit. It was getting really hard to focus on much of anything really.

So much so that you didn’t even realize you were falling until your knees hit the deck. Which of course, sent a pang of pain across your body. You managed to muffle the way you almost screamed but that meant you’d let go of the railing. You fully expected to slam into the deck but instead you hit something softer. You groaned in pain as you felt the world move around you as you were pulled into someone’s arms. 

Not being on your feet helped the pain enough that you could actually think somewhat by which time you realized that you were lying on the cot in your and Izzy’s room. And Izzy was yelling. 

“THEY’RE CLEARLY NOT FOCKIN’ FINE! THEY PASSED OUT!” Izzy stood between you and the crew as he yelled at Roach who was looking thoroughly unimpressed. Izzy paused to take a breath and you managed to move an arm and grab his wrist.

“Iz… Love… I’m okay.” Your words were still a little slurred. 

Izzy seemed to completely abandon his plans of yelling at Roach and spun around so he could see you. “You are not okay! You fockin’ passed out!” Izzy somehow managed to sound simultaneously like he was yelling and whispering. 

“It's just my leg, Iz. Hurts.” You managed as another pang of pain stole your lungs. “Fuck…”

You spotted Roach dip out of the room with a mouthed ‘Good luck’

Izzy didn’t seem relieved. “You’re lying down for the rest of the day.” He hissed, clearly still rattled.

“Izzy…” 

“Not up for fockin’ debate…” He mumbled. “You’ve been working too hard…” 

You chuckled breathily, “You’re one to talk. Besides… gotta protect the crew…”

“I’m going to make those idiots take fockin’ sparring lessons, I swear it.” Izzy almost snarled as he curled his hand around yours. 

“Don’t bully them, love.”

“I just…” Izzy started. You could tell from the conflicted look on his face that he was trying to figure out how to turn emotions into words. You waited, giving him all the time he needed, thumb rubbing across his hand. “I want to help you. And I can’t. And I don’t know what to do” His voice cracked. “I want to do something.”

You sighed. “You’re doing a lot just by being here.” Careful of your leg, you scootched back on the cot. “Lie down with me.”

“I have to-” Izzy softly protested.

“Fang ‘n Ivan can handle it. Please?” The second the word ‘please’ left your lips you and Izzy both knew he wouldn’t be leaving.

With a sigh, Izzy pulled off his boots and his leathers leaving himself in just his shirt and underclothes. He moved so carefully as he got in bed beside you, watching your face for the tiniest hint of pain. You couldn’t help but smile at the softness of it all. As soon as he was properly lying down, you didn’t hesitate to curl up resting your head against his chest. 

Your leg still hurt of course, but lying in Izzy’s arms did make you feel better.

Bit of a shorter one today but I hope you enjoy!

[inkskinned]

he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.

except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?

at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.

except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.

about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.

he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.

[automatonknight]

id: a digital drawing of a red soldier and a blue pyro from team fortress 2. they're both facing the viewer. pyro is sitting on soldier's shoulders, resting their hands on the top of his helmet. they look quite happy. soldier is standing upright with a grin, holding onto pyro's legs. the background is transparent except for a white outline around the characters. end id

[memento-morri-writes]

I really want to see more low/no empathy characters (NOT antagonists/villains) in books. Especially as protagonists, rather than side characters. I want to see characters who react with practicality after a tragedy. While everyone else is mourning, they're immediately thinking "how can we fix this / how can we make sure it doesn't happen again." Or alternatively characters who don't even react "reasonably". Who see tragedy and their first thought is "Well, at least we don't have to worry about X anymore." Or who sigh in relief that "at least it wasn't worse" while looking at the worst thing that's ever happened in their life.

I want to see characters who don't know how to react when their companions are experiencing strong emotions. Who try their best, but sometimes their best is a really awkward pat on the back or thumbs up. Or alternatively characters who avoid people who are experiencing strong emotion because the awkwardness and uselessness they experience is so uncomfortable for them.

I want to see characters who misread the room and crack a joke too soon, or try to offer a distraction when people don't want to be distracted. Characters who mean well, but act outside the "norm".

And I want to see characters who aren't villainized for it. I want to see characters whose friends say "It's okay, I know you're not good with this stuff." Or who make sure that their low-empathy friend has an important job to do to keep their mind busy, because just because they don't have empathy doesn't mean they can't be traumatized.

[mephoj]

late night chat

[caluette]

the truth

[hajihiko]

Are trans women real women?

As opposed to what. Fictional? A mannequin? Unreal in the sense that it's unreal how bomb she is?

(tags V relevant)

[applehopshonor]

hello!!! just found your comic and i do appreciate how applehop isn't. the best way i can say this is that he's not inspiration porn. like, im disabled, and so far it feels like he's actually trying to not prove himself.

Most warriors fanstories or (sometimes) rewrites often go the "oh he wanted to prove himself!! and he was great forever because of this!!" and I absolutely LOVE how applehop isn't just pure inspiration porn for abled people to just go "ohh yeahh this shows me disabled people are just like me!!!" as if that is the only type of disabled a person can be.

anyways. i just really appreciate how you've written applehop thus far. thank you so much <3

dw I understand what you mean! I'm glad you feel that way ^^

Applehop at some point, mainly when he was younger, did feel like proving himself—though with the environment he grew up in, he stopped doing that. his clanmates are always supporting him and assuring him as he grew up (excluding a few. not going to mention any names for spoiler reasons). Apple had come to terms with the fact that he's different and that's okay! he doesn't have to prove anything because why should he? He's content with himself.

[sparklecarehospital]

Ehem. Scuse me Kneebs, I hate to be bothersome but I have one question in particular.. Who is Beth Ical? I am trying to learn about her after seeing multiple posts about her and seen her in the "You Belong With Me" Animation. Last thing I know is that she use to be Eve's girlfriend... And I am asking... Who she is, who she is based on, and what happened between her and Eve?

Eve's Toyhouse page explains who Beth is under story events (book icon on mobile)! She's Eve's ex. And I never said anywhere that Beth was based on a real person! Even if she was it's a little strange to ask that about an oc that was bad to my self insert, I mean the story is probably personal somehow even if she isn't "based on" a person I knew or something

[tofuingho]

Imagine a world where Bruce got really into the occult when his parents died.

He did all the things. He bought a Ouija board. He went to psychics. He held seances.

He never did talk to his parents.

But, sometimes he wasn't as careful as he should have been. Once, just once, when a Ouija session once again failed to reach his parents, he left the planchet on the board and never said goodbye.

How long would it take for something to come through? How long would it take for Bruce and Alfred to notice? The manor is so very big and it has so many lovely dark places to hide.

If things get moved around, who would really notice? Especially once Bruce adopts the Robins. So many children causing so much chaos at all hours of the day and night.

No, I expect that no one would notice until Duke moves in. But even then, who knows how long it would take him to notice one big humanoid shape hidden away in some long forgotten attic room.

[wifegideonnav]

personality disorders are like. we are going to treat you like something is deeply wrong with you until it becomes true

[littleghostblogs]

Playing Fallout 1 and noticing Necropolis disappear from the caravans is just. So perfect.

The game brings no attention to it. No one mentions it. The caravans just don’t go there anymore. It makes you wonder what happened, you solved all their problems already, right?

So now you have a reason to go back there, cause otherwise there’s really no reason too. And when you do, everyone is gone. There’s no more ghouls, just super mutants. They invaded, and there’s nothing you can do to stop them. Once you hit that date, the city is gone.

It’s frankly a brilliant moment of subtle storytelling and even though I already knew about Necropolis’ fate it still motivated me to go back, just to make sure.

I wonder how many people discovered it this way? I can only imagine just how effective this reveal is for someone actually playing the game blind.

[happyk44]

jason walking into a building and if he can't immediately see the people he's looking for, he howls until they yell at him

[kiwisoap]

It's so fucking crazy that I got back from working in Oregon for 4 months and now immediately am going to Texas to work for another 2.5 months. I'll have spent a collective 3 whole weeks at home before leaving LMAO

[pyrotation]

normal people who use sayings: that was great, it really hit the nail on the head!

sniper, autistic, doesn't understand or remember a lot of sayings correctly or takes them literally, special interest is his job: that was great, really shot the guy in the head!

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Converting-in-a-small-towncore:

-Getting stopped in the middle of the street or store

-Everyone talks about you behind your back (and you only find out when your goyish friends/family mention it)

-Closest shul is at minimum forty miles away

-The closest place for conversion is another one hundred miles away

-It's not unlikely you're the only one like you in the whole town

-Where is the kosher section.

-Having to sacrifice aspects of practice that literally can't be done because of where you live and learning how to accept that

-You're going to be so happy regardless, relishing in the offline, yet equally tiny jewish community you've found