we alternate whether Sam, Sebastian, or both of them are disabled anytime we're writing sambastian. we can't bear to write a story that doesn't include at least one physically disabled character so it's always present, and we embrace them both in cathartic ways
a chronically ill Sebastian who uses a metallic purple cane, to try and help teach himself to be visibly disabled even in public places. he finds joy in the shiny colour of it, and it's a good reason to use a cane that's his favourite colour. he's kind to himself, and tries not to push himself too far, but oftentimes he's so adjusted to his daily pain and fatigue that he doesn't even notice he's pushing himself until it's too late. he'll cry out of frustration at being forced to stay home a day or three to rest, but still he'll lay in bed or watch movies with Sam to avoid pushing himself. he's open about his disability, referencing it early if people can't see his cane outright, because he has so little energy that he refuses to spend his time with people who won't care about his well-being
Sam we instead characterize as restless and almost in denial of how bad things are - not quite, he does know how bad his flare ups get, but he'll sometimes choose to ignore it and accept the consequences of it getting worse later. there are times that he'd rather saddle his future self with extra pain if his present self can skate when it's a nice day for it, even if the energy isn't quite there. he struggles to use a variety of mobility aids because they tempt him to leave them behind, but when he leaves the house in a wheelchair he puts focus on the ways in which it helps him. he's still in the midst of coping with it all, still unfamiliar with how to grieve the type of life he no longer has access to, and so sometimes he ignores his own needs in desire of the blissful ignorance of forgetting about it for a few hours. he's getting better at things, he's learning to listen to his body when it asks him to stop, but he's still figuring it out. it's hard
when both together disabled sambastian, they are tired and aching in tandem. they trade bad days when possible to help when one of them is feeling better than the other - Seb will push Sam's wheelchair since it helps keep his balance, and Sam never lets his boyfriend leave the house without his cane. some days they lay together exhausted, thankful that the other understands them and is comfortable with spending an entire day resting. even on days when they both stay home, unable to so much as reach their boyfriend's house, they sit in voice chats or sync the music they listen to or simply text in between hyperfixated distractions so that they don't feel so alone
Describing a sunset without using the words: Is, was, are or to be.
The orange orb that hung against the blue sky begins to drip behind the mountains. With every passing moment, the sun melts into a blanket of yellow and red, painting brilliant colors across a perfect canvas. Dying rays peek through the trees and glow while a lazy breeze bathes the land with the promise of another ending day and the beginning of night. Insects sing a chorus of natural music that floods my ears with a crescendo of buzzing that swells my heart with childhood memories of chasing fireflies. The warm air turns crisp and cooler, inviting itself into the symphony of the metamorphosis of the day into evening.
Hello Shadow, this is Shay from the discord server! 💖
How about a dialogue prompt?
Kix/Jesse
"I can't decide if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge!"
"Can I pick?"
HI SHAY!!!
ooooh I like this one!! Love dialogue prompts!! Alriiight lets seee here.
Straight up front for anyone else stumbling across this. Cloneshipping/Cloneship is IN THE TAGS :D
Prompt #5: Kix/Jesse dialogue prompt
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Kix leaned back against the wall, thoroughly enjoying having a moment to breathe and looked up as Jesse stopped in front of him. Deliberately standing in front of the view Kix had been looking at.
“Do you mind?”
He grumbled and Jesse snorted out a laugh.
“What? I’m better looking than that view. I’m doing you a favor.”
He snorted and Kix couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“Wow...I’m so thankful.”
He said in a complete deadpan and Jesse turned back to him and winked cheekily. Kix had to pause to take in the very different sight of his cyare framed by the setting sun, silhouetted against it slightly, and Kix wished simultaneously that he could both see the sunset in all of its glory and also that he could see all of Jesse without the shadows hiding Jesse’s face.
“I can’t decide if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge!”
Kix breathed, not even meaning to say it out loud. He could barely see Jesse’s grin as the other clone came closer. Close enough that Kix could pick out the edges of Jesse’s tattoo.
“Can I pick?”
He asked, and Kix snorted out a laugh, getting cut off as Jesse leaned in to press a kiss to Kix’s startled mouth. Kix let go of his desire to see the sunset. There would be another one. It was better to enjoy the fleeting moment Jesse had just handed him.
His hand came up to cradle the back of Jesse’s neck and he leaned into the kiss, both of them silhouetted by the sun. Given one moment of peace in a galaxy at war.
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I love writing about neurodivergent sambastian so much. having them both be audhd in all the most joyful ways, where sam stims with his full body whenever possible and sometimes gets so excited he forgets how to talk, skips words to get out the emotions of his intent even if he can't use all the words he might normally. a seb who asks permission for everything out loud because he doesn't trust himself with context clues, who stims while he thinks to keep his body busy enough that it doesn't distract himself from forming sentences. both of them having conversations in what might seem like slow motion because they give each other all the time they need to process words and then formulate responses in turn. their inability to read socially standard emotions doesn't even come into play because they're both so fully expressive, letting themselves display emotions at 110% and saying everything they think out loud, that they're more communicative with each other than they are with most people simply because when the person you love wears everything on their sleeve you no longer have to worry about the context clues that so often escape you
help we have like three fics we're supposed to be working on, another like five or so that we've emotionally bookmarked should we ever return to write them - but here I sit thinking of a oneshot meetcute where Sam's 100% clocked that the guy who lives in the mountains is fucking gay as hell and he needs to befriend him, but the guy is so hard to track down that he literally hasn't even been able to introduce himself yet. and it's only while trudging home from work in the rain that he finally spots Seb out in the rain, hair and clothes soaking wet, knees tracked in mud because he's been hunting frogs. and by god Sam falls in love on the spot
help I want so BADLY to write inverse supernatural sambastian it sounds so fuckin sick I love thinking about it
broody werewolf Seb who spends long nights out in the woods even if he isn't expecting to transform because it's the only place he feels his animalistic blood truly calm down, roaming in the moonlight wary of any sign that he might turn unexpectedly. ever since it first happened he's become so protective over the people in his life, gained this kind of fierce confidence so unfamiliar to everyone he knows but now written in his bones by the transformation that plagues him once a month
anxious vampire Sam desperate to keep any sign of his infection under control to try and keep it hidden until he can figure out any possible way to cure it. he starts taking gigs in the city just so that he has an excuse to leave town and get away from the kind of people who'll notice how much he avoids sunlight, a place where he can roam around outside in the dead of night without feeling like the monster he desperately fears turning into. pretending to eat food his body will no longer accept and throwing out entire meals so that nobody notices the fact that he's stopped eating altogether
and both of these boys so entirely preoccupied with their own curses that they hardly notice that anything's happened to the other one - only that they find it harder and harder to see each other, that each one is more hesitant to be truly open with the other when they spend time together, each deeply fearing that their own monstrous nature will turn the other away
since we can't draw characters we'll just visualize ideas we know we lack the skill to draw so we need to figure out how to write about them instead. anyways enjoy a before/after of the classified au sambastian polycule, because being abandoned at a remote astrological facility it putting them THRU IT
Sam, back in the city
loved his time living in Pelican Town, but is ecstatic that he gets to experience city life alongside Seb
on disability for his adhd and chronic pain, so he plays house husband but also has the space to just focus on his music. plays guitar on good days, makes digital music when he's having a bad pain day
visits home whenever Seb does, to keep in touch with his parents and especially stay in Vincent's life
always goddamn sunshine even on his flare up days, he's just so happy to be alive and loves sharing it all with Seb
went from saying hi to the guy Seb's on voice with, to getting to know his boyfriend's latest date, to eventually falling for the guy Seb's dating and branching this polycule into a triangle
Sebastian, finally in the city
works part time at a bookstore, freelances as a programmer on the side, loves being able to work with information on so many fronts
owns way too many books cause they're SO cheap through work!
very autistic at work, usually wearing headphones and doing his own thing. his coworkers love that he enjoys all the mundane tasks they'd rather hand off
visits home on the regular to hang out with his mom and enjoy his hometown, calls her lots even when he isn't visiting
plans to move back to Pelican Town someday but is enjoying the city at this stage in his life
takes over the house husband role when Sam's having a bad take, finds so much joy in being able to help out
met Scott online on some astronomy forums, eventually started dating online and they voice chat lots
Scott, working his dream job
cannot believe how lucky he is to be working in astronomy like THIS
has a real firewatch vibe going on, takes care of his base and the surrounding site in between processing collected information
hasn't actually gotten much of a formal education yet, but has enough training from work - and enough research done on his own time - that he knows his way around here better than most of the people he works for
absolutely loves this life, living out in the middle of nature while working in a field of science he loves with all his heart. he even gets to use the equipment during his off hours to do whatever he likes - it's the most jacked up stargazing he's ever done
met this cute guy who loves moon aesthetics but then turned out to be the nerdiest tboy ever??? Scott's in love??? and his boyfriend is a handsome guitar-playing goofball who's always teasing Seb on video calls??? Scott's in love with them BOTH??? how lucky is he
and then a visit to meet the long distance boyfriend turns into a new living situation because extenuating circumstances means that the boys just... can't leave
Sam, isolated by woodlands and machinery
definitely losing it. the least capable of coping with these circumstances, he is NOT built for this kind of quiet. he can't even talk to people online - the only people he's got to interact with are his boyfriends, one of whom is as stir crazy as he is and the other who's so often busy with the work that trapped them here in the first place
is very bad at hiding it. he wants to be a good presence for Sebastian, and when he's in a better mood he's honestly able to lighten the mood, but when he's doing bad he wears it on his sleeve. he spends hours outside alone or holed up in a corner with noise cancelling headphones to make music, just trying to keep himself sane and feel like he's in his own space
he loves Seb so much. they spend so much time together, where Sam cooks or shares his music, Seb reads aloud to Sam or cuddles him to sleep. they try to recreate their old life anywhere they can just to feel okay
he misses his family so bad, but especially feels so much guilt and worry for Vincent. he's supposed to be there for him, yet Vincent's lost his older brother until further notice. he wants to go home so bad, spend an entire year living with his family again just so that he can make up for lost time with Vincent
anytime Seb sleeps, if Sam isn't laying in bed with him then he's set up shop in Scott's workplace so that he doesn't have to be alone. even if he's sitting on the floor with headphones in his own world, he needs so badly to be in the same room as someone. he just wants to see Scott working out of the corner of his eye - experience some semblance of normalcy
Sebastian, paranoia and nicotine cravings personified
hates this place. at first it reminded him of home but now it's such a bastardized version of it, where he resents the technology keeping him here and how the lack of civilization made it possible to keep them here at all. what's he supposed to do, walk into the woods and hopes he survives long enough to find a highway?
that said he tries to keep it hidden. even when this anger seeps through, he says it's the lack of cigarettes or the fact that his bpd flares up easier in such small confines. it's obvious how angry he is with the situation - but he can't bring himself to be open with it
in spite of it finds ways to help Scott wherever possible. he can't believe how badly he misses actually working, so he helps with the non-science work whenever possible. it keeps him busy and helps him feel productive
in spite of this all he still cares about Scott so much. he always sounded like he had some kind of dream job - but now they're trapped here and he doesn't even care. what does this place have, that Scott is so unphased by these surroundings? he just wants to be his boyfriend
he wanders outside a lot during daylight hours, wishing these woods were more like the ones they have at home. the forests he grew up in lie so much further north, and he can't even tell what is and isn't manufactured. how many of these trees were replanted after the original forest was destroyed, and how much of this is actually like this?
he misses his mom more than anything. he could handle all of this if only he could call her and talk through everything he's feeling. instead he just has old voicemails saved to his phone, voice memos she recorded while working so that random sounds of saws and chisels can be heard in the background, and leagues of text conversations he rereads just to feel like she's here
Scott, still working his dream job
feels absolutely HORRIBLE about how getting his boyfriends to visit turned this south. he worked so hard to get permission for them to visit at all - since he isn't sure when he'll actually get a break from work - only for this to happen
copes by sinking himself further into work, both to satisfy the higher ups and hope that he gets Sam and Seb out of here sooner, but also just to lose himself into something he enjoys. to immerse himself in space and all its wonder is escapism undiluted
honestly misses working alone, and enjoys late nights spent alone at the console surrounded only by the joy of science
the one thing he does miss most is the lack of an online presence. ever since they killed their internet connection - only his dedicated work consoles have any kind of connection, and those are glorified pagers with how limited their communication options are. he's got his boyfriends here in person, but everyone else in his social sphere saw him drop off the face of the earth
he doesn't know how to regret bringing Sam and Seb here. he hates that it ever came to this, wishes he had some way of anticipating this, but also he's not sure how he could've known. he just wanted to meet them, show them the pride and joy that is this site, but instead they've all been punished
