How does that make sense?

I like this. My only question is if this actually happened or if he was just playing out the entire thing in his head. But seems you answered it? Maybe?

Oh, I've definitely seen prompts of this nature before. This isn't an original by any means. It just isn't a repost that necessitates a removal under our rules.

Thank you for the prompt, it was a pretty fun write

I think I know which one he's talking about, something about a superpower that stops time until you find a solution to save yourself from peril with the same scenario. It's pretty similar but may just be a coincidence

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I could still hear her pristine voice in the background of our room as I rolled out from the bed that seemed way to big. I shakily grabbed my cane and got ready for the day ahead as memories of her flooded my mind. Particularly that one day.

...

Her long ears were red and eyes dripping with tears as her silver blond hair laid messily around her as she cried in my arms.

"Why are you crying?" I tightened my loving embrace.

"I am an elf in love with a human. Why wouldn't I?" Her swollen blue elvish eyes looked into mine with love and sadness.

"I will out live you by more then a thousand —." Her voice cracked and couldn't finish the sentence.

I parted her hair Infront of her eyes and shaking shoulders while my other palm rested upon her heart.

I tried to comfort her.

"I will always be with you here...This is the start of a bloodline that you and I created. You will get to see your great grankids and great great great grankids. What's wrong with that? I probably won't be able to live long enough to see my great grandkids, but you—you could live long enough to see it through to the end. That's amazing. I wish I could see that with my own eyes. You might be sad to see me go but that's years and years away. Humans are all about the here and now. At least I am. So let's enjoy ourselves for how precious it is and please don't cry anymore?"

She cried even louder.

"You bastard. How could I fall in love with such a numbskull. Thanks for telling me that you're just the first of many that I will have to mourn!" She mumbled forlornly, her tears all dried up. Now she just looked angry as she put her head into the pillow to dry her tears.

I pinched her wet cheek to make her gem like eyes look back at me. Sunlight cut through the curtains. Her face basked in the warmth as her white skin glowed.

I'm an idiot. I wish I could understand. Wait, why can't I understand? What if she disappears one day? I would be heartbroken.

I looked at her sternly.

"Are you mourning me already when I'm right here in front of you? How cruel." I teased.

She smiled weakly.

"And how do you know that you will out live me?"

Her blue eyes widened.

"I fear the unknown. Elves might have an incredible lifespan but they are not immortal. I also fear what life would be like without you. You are not alone in this fear."

She laughed bitterly. "You're dreaming. Me? An elf wizard of the highest order—killed? They would have to send an army."

"Now there's my Claire Silverthorn I know and love." I kissed her on the forehead as she laughed harder before sighing.

"You have a point. I am not immortal. If I was to die you would obviously be just as sad as I will be when old age claims you. Doesn't really make me feel any better knowing that though." She kissed my lips and pouted.

"Thanks for trying to cheer me up."

I gave her a signature look making her look at me curiously.

"Love is terrifying huh?"

She shivered as she stretched in bed and pulled the covers over herself.

"Very."

"But it's also pretty amazing." I whispered in her ear and traced my finger down her back.

...

I looked at a huge oak tree. The leaves danced gracefully in the wind as the sun set in it's red glow. The thick oak wood glowed orange as the smell of fresh nature entered my senses.

I fell to my knees and stared for a moment at a smoothed part of the wood with mysterious elven glyphs and runes. I reached out and gently touched the name with my finger tips. The rune lit up as a subtle wind blew the old man's grey hair as something magical took place. All around the oak tree, a calm breeze blew the grass from the trunk outwards making all nearby trees dance. The firefly's scattered and lit the field with tiny green and red lights.

"Me and my big mouth." I laughed sadly.

"You told me you would outlive me a thousand years. You liar."

" A whole army you said...well you weren't far off..."

A few wet drops fell on the smooth stone on the ground beneath the enormous tree.

"Why did you have to go?" I said softly with unspeakable emotions. The flowers around the tree blossomed as if in answer.

"Dad?" A young man looking no older then 25 with longer than normal ears and blond hair came up and put his hand on my shoulder in worry. I hurriedly wiped my eyes and took a few deep breaths— trying to take back control.

A moment of silence passed with nothing but different birds singing in the background peacefully. The half elf knelt down and touched the rough bark of the tree as the rune glowed and gave life to the field nearby.

"Hi mom...Don't worry, I'm taking care of this old man here. He talks about you all the time you know? It's almost like I know you even if I never truly heard your voice...I'm also doing great if you're wondering. I have friends that think you're some kind of legend or something and I'm currently an expert in wind magik which I heard was thanks to you. I also know the sword thanks to dad. Also, there's this women Alice who won her way to my heart. I'm sure you would like her. Thanks for everything mom. I'll be sure to live up to your name...I wish I got to know you more." The long ear man shed a tear for a mom he has no memories of. I put my hand on his shoulder. As another wind gust from the rune caressed the field.

"Alright." I said softly, proud of the son I raised. I stood up and gazed at the memorizing sight of the elvish gravesite of my one and only wife. Still as beautiful as ever. Even after death.

I still got a few years in me. But what's a few years to an elf like you? You will be seeing me soon.

"Let's go son."

I turned and slowly made the trek back home with my son by my side.

"So any news on Alice yet? She pregnant yet? Where my grandkids? You got work to do boy." I gave him a devilish grin.

"Dad?!" The elvish man's ears turned red.

"I'm not talking about this with you." He said defiantly, arms crossed.

I burst out in laughter as the sun set in the horizon.

This may of been hell for me at one time but after over 50 years of living on this planet I almost understand humans and even like a few of them.

Still not what you would call a "social" being though.

I like this. Mercy is not weakness. It is not the same as forgiveness, it is an opportunity to make up for it.

It's like... uh, Wreck-it-Ralph. He's a bad guy, but not a bad guy.

And yeah, I left it vague on purpose! It'd probably end up becoming either anti-hero, mentor... or just like the "one and only antagonist." Point it that betrayal isn't in the cards, as you sad.

It's the best type of villain! A threat, yes, but more than willing to fight with the heroes if they feel like there's a bigger threat or such. Or they just feel so inclined.

I like how human and awkward it feels. Really brings the story to life. Gives it a lot of personality and originality. Great job! Keep up the good work!

Unfortunately the parrot sanctuary near me closed this month. There's one the next state over, but that's too far. Thank you for being kind.

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u/disfreakinguy :

This may sound odd. But is there any chance volunteering at a parrot sanctuary or rescue might help? Because they are often lost between the life they knew and the next life they decide to choose and trust.

They saved me. It’s not easy with parrots. It’s patient, polite taming between two cautious species.

The wheelchair is the elephant in the room right now, and I apologize because I don’t mean that in a hurtful way. I mean it as “it’s apparently what everyone is getting caught up by.”

It won’t disappear. But it will shrink to its actual size.

I’ve not been in a wheelchair, but I’ve worn a fair amount of orthopedic leg gear.

The wheelchair will startle some of the parrots, if the chair comes up too close and fast to them. So the very thing that is the most agonizing is the thing one has to negotiate with the parrots about.

Once they get a chance to examine the chair and the human sitting in it, while feeling safe during this examination, this is what they’ll see:

“Finally a person who sits down and lets me come to them instead of just rushing over and jamming their hand under my toes, so suddenly I lose my balance! I could approach this person. Or they could approach me and just sit and talk, then listen to me.”

If a parrot is higher than you, don’t ever reach up unless you know for certain that bird wants to walk down your arm.

It’s better to let it come down and be at your level.

Or have it walk over and climb up to you.

But often there are caged parrots who can’t be let out because they’re too angry/traumatized, or they’ve been abused, or they’re disabled by broken body parts, and so they tend bite people, hard. Or they get bitten because they rush to another parrot for contact, so they have to be protected from themselves. They’re just so damn lonely.

And there’s not enough time for them. Too many parrots for too few people in the rescue/sanctuary.

For someone to sit even three feet away and then talk to them would be like a dream they never would dare expect to come true.

At the very least, it’s something different to do in a day. Just remember to keep your movements and voice calm, secure, not sudden, and it also helps not to stare at them.

Three-quarter face. Slow blinks. Humming. Whistling. Singing bits of song. Just holding a conversation about whatever comes to mind: “So, what do you think about the latest released information on UFOs?”

I didn’t mean to offend anyone. I hope this doesn’t come across as a r/thanksimcured toss-off. It’s truly and sincerely meant, and I hope very much that if not this, you find something else that gives you some ease and happiness.

Good luck and best wishes, always ♥️🍀🎶🌠

Good reason to have them

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Is it really that time again Dr. Freeman?

The blue penguin barista

I'm fairly recently wheelchair bound. I'm also separating myself from a toxic group of friends quite successfully, I just thought a few of them would support me, I was wrong. I'm dealing with it, I'll get over it, it's just that the sting is very new still. I thought a few dudes still had my back. They did not. Oh well, the ones I've got left are doing their best. We'll get there, I'm not mad at them it's just tough when your buddies spend the whole time they're at

My wife and I talk a lot. It's getting better, she didn't even realize she was acting this way. We talk most nights about what we can do to fix it and it's getting better. She is just struggling, she's used to me being strong, healthy and active. Now I'm in pain all the time, cold all the time, and my body isn't working right. It's a big shift - we've been together 15 years so it's a change that will take getting used to. We'll get there, the kids... I can't blame them. We'll work on it.

My care team royally fucked up. This didn't have to happen, but it did. We are getting through it, but it's our first Xmas with me fucked up and it's HARD. Especially without my parents. Things are shit right now. They'll get better. I'm fueled by spite and I have plenty to be angry about, but I'm not giving up. Not for me. For my kids. I may not walk them down the the aisle, I may not stand up to dance, but I'm going to learn to dance in this fucking chair. I'm going to roll them down the aisle. I'm going to love them. Even if I hate what my personal situation is.

Thank you for being kind.

Not in the slightest I am not smart enough for that.

I really like this one. Surprised it doesn't have more upvotes.

When does this get made into a movie?

I mean, I am sitting here in a wheelchair myself, and this is not how my life has gone. I have friends, some of whom are also disabled, and they do not do that to me. When I still worked in an office, my officemates would wheel me around really fast in the parking lot for fun, and we'd get in trouble for having races in the halls.

All this isn't to boast, it's to say that it's not the wheelchair that is doing this. This is a fixable problem. You may need new friends, you may need counseling with your wife, but there are people out there who will not treat you like that. Also, people may be responding more to how you feel about yourself than about the wheelchair.

I also had a period of time where I felt extremely depressed about my health and pain and the reasons for being in a wheelchair. I ended up in a psychiatric hospital, it was so bad. Therapy helps, forcing yourself to think differently about it and take different actions helps. Medications also can help. You owe it to yourself to try a different way.

I’m pretty sure that’s the plot of an Etrian Odyssey game, but they have different ideas on what’s up a giant tree. Also, there are beastfolk in the mix, cause why not?