ALSO I posted this about a year back and now I can’t find it so have a repost of my art of Agender Simm!Master (altho I now ID him as genderfluid) which I originally dedicated and still do dedicate to @fobwatchedcenturion because Ryker is like the champion of trans and genderqueer Master things ❤
“I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give – except for a rare few.”
His eyes squint, ever so slightly, having been wanting to keep that hidden. He had been and then he fixed himself up, as best as he could.
He had managed to stop the bleeding and wrapped a bandage around himself, which was probably the only thing he managed to get done properly.
Sadly, he was still healing. He was positive it was going to scar.
He licked his lips. “Maybe… but Im Alive… I mean, I got out the ship.” Yes. Of course he was, Missy was trying to get him to regenerate. Did Theta even know about that little bit? Was he going to have to tell her about what he had done in retaliation?
“Oh NO ya don’t. No. You. DON’T. If I didn’t get to quit, neither do you, an’ I’ll thank ya to be forthright, for once. ”
Keep moving. Keep talking. Stay perpetually kinetic. The pain never catches up that way. The realization that this is the person you crafted from your own follies and flaws. The knowledge that anyone he has ever butchered, anything he has ever ruined or burned or cut or poisoned, connects back to your cowardice, and your fickleness.
Don’t let him know that seeing him makes you think immediately of all the reasons why you are often a little too happy in this “fresh, new, start-again” face.
Don’t bury him further beneath your feet.
The Doctor seizes onto the Master and roughly examines him. She tears his coat clear off him. She hisses at the sight of his back wound. Strips off her brand new coat, and drapes it across his shoulders.
“You’re coomin’ with me. No vaults. No conditions. But you don’t get t’say no. Not until I’ve patched you oop. Master, I love ya.”
The last bit flies straight out quaking lips. The Doctor bites down hard. She shows love in a thousand and one ways but rarely does she feel comfortable articulating it in such a mundane, unadorned way.
But maybe that’s exactly what he needs.
“You’ll believe it in time, coom on. In ya go.”
He grimaces at her calling out, not that he WAS quitting, just not wanting to be a bother.
Koschei sucked in a breath as Theta pulls his coat off, The wound stretching at the rough movement, making it flair in pain. He Grits his teeth, trying to keep himself from making a sound.
The Words distract him and he’s practically gaping at her. LOVE? Oh that was something that he had wanted to hear for a VERY long time. And Gosh that really was what he needed.
Because it was an EXCUSE. An excuse to CONTINUE, to carry on forwards. As long as he knew that she loved HIM… He would continue onwards for her.
And perhaps she was right, that he would believe it one day that he was worth loving.. But for now, he would just trust her, for a little while, because apparently loving him made her happy.
“Lead the way Sunshine, I believe i’ve got a Doctor’s appointment to get too.” He winks. He Take her hand in his, needing something to show that this was real.
The sight of the blood blooming across the Master’s lower back elicits prosaic dread from the Doctor. It is strangely beautiful, like the sight of a galaxy spawning into being in creeping tendrils of red, and yet that red signifies the life force of the person she has, ever and always, loved beyond comprehension.
She’s frozen for no more than a handful of seconds, however: by then she has a plan.
“I’m goin’ to save you. No conditions. I promise.”
He takes her hand, and he calls her “Sunshine,” and the banal, everyday sweetness of the nickname sinks hooks into her hearts and pulls. But she squeezes his hand tightly.
“Can I get you to trust me? For just this once?”
Because it occurs to her, despite what she declared outside, that the bulldozer that she has been in previous lives is untenable now. To be a harbinger of hope, she cannot force someone’s hand. Not even her best friend’s, on his deathbed. She must acquire his consent.
He gives her a small smile, trying his best to not show the pain that he was feeling. “Yeah… I guess i can.” he nods.
This once and perhaps, with a bit of work, for the rest of his life. He hopes, with both his hearts, that they could some how work through this. That they could mend what they had broken and fix this relationship of theirs.
“I trust you Theta… I don’t actually think i ever fullystopped.” He confessed.
“Both,” he says, laughing before the act causes a coughing fit to take over, so hard that he curls into himself slightly until it passes.
He slowly takes a deep breath, making sure that he isn’t going to start coughing again, and lifts his head slightly so she can get up. “You know, that might be the best idea you’ve ever had. Come here.”
He lays there and opens his arms wide, waiting for her to join him.
She holds him loosely as he starts to cough, really wishing she could do something to ease his recovery.
Kissing the top of his head, she slips out from under him and with a smile, lies down next to him, wrapping her arms around him, kissing his cheek.
“Are you okay?” she asks snuggling against him, her nose nuzzling his neck.
“Doing much better now,” he says, taking a slow breath so he can sigh happily. He’s still wheezing slightly, but with her cuddled up against him like that, it’s impossible to not feel as if everything is perfect in his world. “Just let me know when you’re getting antsy.”
“Im sure ill manage to last at least an hour or two.” she mumbled, snuggling even closer to him. She really was content to just snuggle with Jack and not think about anything.
The doctor Hoped that the wheezing would stop soon, otherwise she was gonna drag him to the med-bay and have him breath some oxygen to clear his lungs out.
“Just, you know, tell me if there is something that i can do to help speed up your recovery… okay?”
their arms are similar to our tongues in that their muscle fibers are oriented in three different directions
octopuses are disconcertingly strong (anecdotal evidence says that a 15 inch wide octopus was as strong as the scientist handling it)
on that note that same scientist said that when her octopuses escaped she would have to run behind them, “like cats” (paraphrased from sy montgomery’s the soul of an octopus)
aquariums have “octopus enriching programs” so they don’t get bored and fuck shit up in their tanks
they are crazy smart like. really. really fucking smart
but we can’t compare their intelligence to ours because our evolution branched from the same common ancestor so long ago we cannot comprehend how they think
it’s believed that their intelligence evolved when they lost their shell, and had to adapt to predict how countless of different prey and predators would act, how to avoid them, distract them, lure them or trick them
they visualize how other creatures are going to act, which means they have have awareness that others are individuals which is a type of consciousness but i can’t remember what it’s called right now
like, they use tools
they have distinct personalities
aquarium octopuses are socialized from a very young age and even though in the wild they are solitary creatures they become extremely friendly with enough human exposure
sometimes they dislike people for no apparent reason and will shoot water at them
they have three hearts
each of their arms has a tiny brain that controls movement and sensory input on its own i shit you not
they are color blind and yet they can camouflage their color and nobody knows how
they can change the color and texture of their skin faster than human eyes can keep up with it
great pacific octopuses are white when they are peaceful, and red when they’re excited
aquarium octopus have escaped their tanks and slithered down pipes into the ocean
escaped their tanks to eat the fish in other tanks
escaped their tanks to go fight other octopuses cuz they were bored
octopus fight club
learned how to take photographs
cost thousands of dollars by flooding new floors
they can feel, taste, and smell with their suckers and all of their skin
they enjoy tasting their food by slowly moving it through their suckers instead of shoving it in their beaks
they can rewrite their rna. no, really
the only reason why they haven’t evolved to take over as the next dominant race is because they’re doing pretty well in the ocean so there’s no need for them to adapt further
there’s a ton more but i’m so overwhelmed by love i can’ think of any at the moment i’m going to cry
read the soul of an octopus by sy mongomery no she didn’t pay me i just love octopuses so much
Also:
learned to shoot out the annoying light over the tank
hid in floor drains when caught out of their tanks by researchers
hid the shells of crabs stolen from a tank under a third, unrelated tank
Sy is a wonderful human and a great researcher. NEAq actually named a GPO after her in honor of all her work on octopuses. (Or octopi, or octopodes – they’re all correct). Definitely read that book.
-liked being splashed. Figured out that spitting water would have keepers splash back in response
– learned to spray 45°F water everywhere to demand splashes
-likes taking brushes from divers. Knows the best way to do this was to sneak up from underneath or reach over the shoulder
-will wait until keepers are looking away/distracted to grab stuff and knows exactly how far to sink down to get out of reach
-seriously octos are huge thieves. If you have something in your hand, they want it. As soon as they grab it, it belongs to them. There’s no food and they have no use for it? Doesn’t matter it’s their thing now.
-we lost a magnet scrubber for three days because one stole it from the interns. Every time she let it go and we reached a net to get it, she would snatch it out of the net and drag it back into the den. By the time we got it back she had torn apart the scrub pad
-honestly it’s like keeping an aquatic possessive 8-legged cat
While I’m sure there are people too lazy to spin a fork, keep in mind people like this person who may be suffering from arthritis or a neurological disease or nerve damage or a thousand other conditions that might impair their ability to do things as simple as spin a fork to eat spaghetti.
These are used with people who can’t grip well:
This is for Parkinsons’s:
For people who can’t even bend their joints:
Here’s a product that guides your hand from your plate to your mouth
This one holds a sandwich
Like I get it. I used to see things like the fork and think “that’s fuckin’ lazy” or that product that holds a gallon and you just tip it and pour. But then I started working around the disabled and impaired and found out that these products aren’t meant for lazy people, they’re meant for people who need help.
So maybe next time you see something, instead of thinking “Wow, are people that lazy?” just be grateful that you’re able to do the things you do every day and take for granted, like being able to feed yourself and wipe your own ass because you have enough coordination and bendy joints to do it.
This isn’t specualtion either; the majority of products from commericals that we think are funny or silly are autally MEANT for hte disabled.But they are marketed towards the abled because the disabled aren’t considered a viable enough demographic on their own.
the Snuggie for example? Created for wheelchair users.
This is actually really nifty.
oh my god of course the snuggie was for wheelchair users
The fact that anyone buys these products besides disabled people drastically lowers the price of them. These would normally cost hundreds if not thousands if dollars. Because if spent time and money creating it, the company wants to get more than that back. And they can’t do that if they sell and market these primarily to disabled people for $20-$40 a piece or whatever. They’d lose money on production. If they can sell hundreds of them to everyone, they can lower the price drastically and therefore disabled people don’t die while trying to scrape up the money to buy these things and be a bit more independent.
I never considered that last part and that’s actually genius
Like yeah, a handful of people ARE that lazy.
But those are the people who use these products even though they don’t need them and thus allow the price to be lower for those who DO.
So honestly in this case good bless the lazy and those prone to gimmicks because they are invaluable to the elderly and disabled in this sense.
@thebibliosphere Look! People learning about disability and why to be kind!
The normalization of disability aids needs to be a thing precisely so they can cost less.
I have hand tremors so that spoon that remains level and still would be wonderful for me
Perfect. The Plan ‘get theta to rest’ had worked perfectly.
The Master shifts ever so slowly, moving his head so that it was lying on his chest, one arm wrapped around his shoulder, the other never leaving his hair as he continued to pet it, hoping that he could help him have even a few hours of sleep to recharge his batteries.
“You, my dear Theta, should really try to trust me more.” he whispered ever so quietly, having waited an hour before he even dared to make a sound or move, making sure his love was fully asleep.
“I hope that we can work on this more, for i morn for the times when we… or rather you used to be able to trust me without being suspicious of my every move….” he sighed.
“Sleep now, ill try and protect you from the nightmares.” He couldn’t protect him from within the mind, for he had not asked for permission, but he would gladly hold him close, hoping that would help.
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