#epileptic character

[whiteboywhump]

Kit finds Brody having a seizure

🎥 Coronation Street Ep 11591-11592

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Today's disabled character of the day is Joseph Cantala from A Ceiling Made of Eggshells, who has epilepsy and arthritis

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Cover of the book A Ceiling Made of Eggshells. It depicts a girl riding a horse while starring up into the sky. The horse has brown fur and a black mane. The girl has a light skin tone, long black hair, and brown eyes. She is wearing a white head scarf, brown dress, and a red stringed necklace with a red triangle charm on it. The charm she is grasping in her hand.]

[hotcopboyfriend]

A snippet from Jazz/Prowl Human!AU Fic: Brace For Impact

This is, as it stands, not necessarily going to be added to the story proper, but I'm not motivated to work on BFI today. This is what my brain wanted to write instead. 

Very very very marginal editing. Not really beta’d, but it was from a conversation with my sort of idea/plot-beta. Without me being able to text her in the middle of the night about Jazz and Prowl, I would not be writing this fic. 

Prowl has epilepsy in this universe, FYI. 

At Jazz’s insistence, they visit the band practice room at the military college. It’s the only space with a piano, and Jazz’s tenacious personality paired with his love of music meant that when he found out that Prowl could play the piano, he couldn’t let it go. Prowl, for his part, was sitting on the piano bench, staring up at Jazz expectantly. 

“What do you want me to play?” Prowl asked serenely. 

Jazz tapped his chin in thought for a moment before answering. “How ‘bout... Moonlight Sonata.” 

Beethoven’s Piano Sonata in C-Sharp Minor, Op. 27, No. 2, Prowl’s mind supplied as he limbered his fingers up by running a quick round of scales. 

“Alright,” he agreed once he was comfortable at the keys. Moonlight Sonata was often a litmus test that his friends and acquaintances subjected him to for reasons beyond Prowl’s comprehension. If he had to guess, he would surmise that it was fascinating, if a little cruel, to force Prowl to play a notoriously emotional movement, given his usually stoic demeanor. 

Unfortunately for his audience, Prowl knew this ‘test’ quite well, and had the skill and finesse to play it as emotionally as he wanted. It was a secret pleasure to fuck with his friends by playing traditionally moving pieces with as little emotion as possible. 

It wasn’t that he couldn’t play it with passion, but he had a reputation to uphold.   

Prowl played through Moonlight Sonata as though he was doing it for homework. He played the piece perfectly; from the tempo, to the dynamics. His skill was evident, but somehow... somehow, Prowl managed to make the usually moving piece sound dispassionate. 

Jazz wore a slight frown when Prowl swiveled on the bench to look up at Jazz expectantly. 

“That was...” Jazz started, not sure how to put into words what he’d just listened to. 

Prowl’s carefully blank, expectant expression cracked into a rare broad grin. “It’s OK, Jazz,” he laughed, “Would you like to pick another song?”

Before Jazz could answer, Prowl had turned back to the piano and began playing a couple of bars of Flight of the Bumblebee. It was always a popular piece that Prowl used to show off his technical skills. 

Jazz was transfixed on Prowl’s fingers as they flew over the keys in perfect synchronicity. Prowl glanced up at Jazz briefly before smoothly shifting the tune to one of Mozart’s sonatas. 

“Primus, what else can those fingers do?” Jazz breathed, clearly in awe.

Prowl’s concentration slipped at Jazz’s ...evocative words, fingers missing the appropriate keys and mashing out a dissonant chord. He tried to correct himself but Jazz’s barely audible words echoed in his head until he had to stop playing, unable to hit the right notes. 

He rested his fingers in his lap as he futilely fought the flush creeping up his face, absolutely flustered. What else could his fingers do? NO. He shook his head in an attempt to dislodge the thought from his mind, not realizing that Jazz was growing concerned at Prowl’s behaviour. 

Jazz reached out tentatively to put a hand on Prowl’s shoulder in an attempt to ground him. Prowl flinched at the sudden contact, gazing up at Jazz with wide eyes, completely flustered. 

“Are ya ok, Prowler?” Jazz asked seriously, “Like, are ya gonna have a... you know...” he trailed off. 

Prowl considered Jazz’s words before his expression morphed into fond amusement. “No,” he rasped, clearing his voice with a cough, “No, I was just... caught off-guard.” His words were careful as he fought the rising desire to reach up and put his hand on Jazz’s arm... To take Jazz's hand in his; let his fingers explore the callouses marring Jazz's palms and fingers.

The weight of Jazz’s warm hand on Prowl’s shoulder disappeared as Jazz retreated as though suddenly aware of the contact between them. Acting on impulse, Prowl made an abortive reach towards Jazz’s retreating arm, wanting to pull him back into his personal space, missing the feeling of Jazz’s close presence. 

Prowl stands, instead of reaching out plaintively like he wants to, and stretches with his arms over his head, decompressing his spine. He doesn’t notice how Jazz’s eyes follow a long line up and down his torso, and if they walk a little closer as they leave the practice room, neither of them say anything, but they both notice. 

[me-and-my-glitch]

Shock Factor: The Favor

I used my new stylus to call Sophie on my new phone. Over the last week, I had taken to using rubber gloves whenever I dealt with electronics just in case I really was a power source, so of course, they didn't work with my touch screen, so I used a stylus. The phone went straight to voice mail. I left a message, "Hey, Soph. Just calling to say hi. I got sent home early from the experiment, and I really need a favor. Talk to you later. Bye." I hung up. Sophie and I had been friends for a few years now. She was several years older than me and in med school. With just about anyone else, I would have texted instead of bothering her with a phone call, but Sophie hated texting. Besides, with the nature of the favor, I was about to ask, I wasn't sure I wanted a record of this conversation in text. It was an hour later, before Sophie texted me, "Sorry, couldn't talk earlier. Can't talk now either. 8 pm?" "Sure."           8 O'clock rolled around, but I was in no hurry to prepare for the call. Sophie was chronically late for such things, and sure enough, the phone didn't ring unit 8:22.           "Hey, Soph." I said, picking it up           "Hey. Sorry, I'm late."           "I'm used to it."           "I'm working on it."           "You say that every time." "I know." "How are you?" I asked. "Good. You? You said you got booted from the experiment? What happened?" "Apparently, I wasn't healthy enough. That was what they said, at least." "But you don't believe them?" "No, not really. Weird things have been happening. I think the experiment did something to me; it didn't do to the others." "I'm guessing this is where that favor comes in." "Yeah, could you see what you could find on this experiment, but be careful. Maybe I'm paranoid, but this reeks of a cover-up." "You got it, and I'll be careful, no worries." "And maybe delete the voicemail I sent you. Gosh, I'm starting to sound like a conspiracy theorist." "Just a little, but don't worry, it's not like I was gonna keep it anyway." I nodded, then remembered she couldn't see me nod over the phone. "Right, that makes sense, of course." "You're really freaking out about this." "Just a little." "No worries, Lex. I got ya." I nodded again, realized what I was doing, then said, "Thanks."

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today's disabled character of the day is Isaac Hammoudeh from Mis(h)adra, who has epilepsy and is visually impaired

Requested by

[Image Description: Drawing of a boy with white hair with pink roots. He is standing in front of pink doors with his eye closed. He has a white eye patch over his left eye and a purple sweater with pink stripes. Around him are blue strings with beads. He has a light skin tone.]

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Today's disabled character of the day is Evan Wallace from How Evan Broke His Head and Other Secrets, who has epilepsy

Requested by @silver-stargazing

[Image Description: Cover of the book How Evan Broke His Head and Other Secrets. It depicts a yellow guitar on a blue and black background. The title takes up the left half on the book cover, the words cycle through brown, white, and black text. The word "broke" has a backwards r.]

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Today’s disabled character of the day is Campbell Alexander from My Sister's Keeper, who has epilepsy and a service dog

Requested by @transpoettryinghisbest​

[Image Description: Photo of Alec Baldwin playing Campbell. He is wearing a brown suit, blue button up undershirt, and blue tie. He has short greying brown hair and blue eyes.]

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Today's disabled character of the day is Gudrun from Stress, who has epilepsy

Requested by Anon

[image Description: Drawing of a girl writing on a desk with another figure standing behind her. She is being surprised by the person behind her. She has short blond hair with black roots and black eyes. She is wearing a red top with two straps the went around her neck tied in the front with a metal ring.]