#disabled writer

[wildshadowtamer]

shoutout to all the disabled artists and writers who have to look up guides on how to depict their own disability for any reason. Fresh diagnosis, bad memory, not considering themselves disabled enough, afraid they'll somehow misrepresent it, whatever reason. Don't be afraid to depict it in the way you experience it, even if its "stereotypical", even if its completely different than most depictions of it.

#disability #chronic disability #chronic illness #disabled writing #disabled writer

[germtimes]

The embarrassing parts of a disability never stop being embarrassing. The visible parts don't become invisible. Some days you will notice the stares, the looks of confusion or disgust or intrigue, and you'll look inward and feel those same thoughts returning.

It's okay. You are allowed to be upset still, you can be upset and embarrassed for the rest of your life. You'll get used to it most days, but just cuz "it's been 20 years" or "i've been like this my whole life" doesn't make how you feel suddenly invalid.

You can mourn not being able to walk or run forever. You can mourn not being able to socially connect forever. You can mourn being pain-free, medication-free, disability-free. You don't have to "get used to it" or "get over it" so harshly. You can always cry a little, it's okay.

It's okay to be disabled, and it's okay to feel like it's not. You are loved no matter what ♡♡♡

#disability awareness #actually disabled #disabilities #disability #disabled #disability pride #disabled queer #disabled artist #disabled writer #disabled human

[majaurukalo]

Many times abled people think that a content about a disability issue or featuring a disabled person isn't meant for them, that they aren't the primary targets, so they don't engage with it.

But I disagree.

Abled people should and are invited to engage with disability content because:

1. They can educate themselves, unlearn ableism and understand how the world as it is cripples disabled people even more, so they can contribute to improve it.

2. Disability can happen to anyone at any point in their life so already knowing stuff can help a lot.

3. They can be good supporters and recognise discrimination and lack of accessibility.

4. It's just fun and interesting. For example, if a disabled person is showing on their SM their outfit adapted to their wheelchair or something it can still be cool and nice to watch even if you aren't in a wheelchair and aren't disabled at all.

I'm sure there are plenty more reasons, these are the first that come to my mind.

#cripple punk #cpunk #cripple #crip revolution #crip punk #disability #disability justice #disability rights #actually disabled #ableism #disability awareness #disabled writer

[moondust-bard]

Chronically ill and disabled writers: I want to hear from you!

What tools and resources do you use to write?

How do you accommodate for yourself when working through the writing process?

What issues and challenges do you still encounter while drafting?

What advice do you have for other disabled/chronically ill writers?

I’m sharing a series of blog posts aimed at supporting these communities within the general writing community— a community to which I belong. Much of the popular bits of writing advice just do not work for us, our minds, or bodies— so I want to create some that does. I am preparing resources with information that supports people like myself, who struggle with health conditions and the challenges related to them.

I can’t guarantee these posts will automatically solve your writing dilemmas. What I can say is this: building community and the sharing of resources has changed my life as a disabled and chronically ill writer for the better. That sort of support is something I wish for all of you who happen to read this.

invite you to comment here, contact me via private message, or through my ask box. If you’re more comfortable interacting through anonymous asks, I completely understand, and I welcome those, too.

The first post in this series— Writer’s Guide to Conquering Executive Dysfunction— is already available to read.

#neurodivergent writer #autistic writer #disabled writer #writing community #writers of tumblr

[manyminded]

I can’t stop thinking about shadow milk x physically disabled!reader. is this just because I, myself, am disabled? yes. but still. (Warning the writing below will be very wired to my experiences and mine only!! Sorry to my fellow disabled shadow milk lovers!!!)

~~~

just…imagine.

there’s an ache in your gut. a pain, deep in your psyche - something is fundamentally wrong with your body. you want to cry. you’ve run out of tears. every breath leaves you heaving, every step sending a shooting hurt through you. it feels like you’re just constantly sick or ill, having to take on the world with what is essential the flu 24/7.

shadow milk doesn’t understand, at first. survival of the fittest ruled in his time. why are you so tired? in so much pain? you haven’t done anything crazy.

it’s hard to explain. “it’s just how my body is,” you say, “the doctors never figured it out. I accepted it a long time ago.”

but there’s something about being there. about seeing the effects with your own…two? eyes, and the understanding that comes by being forced to help.

it’s…difficult. worse for you, certainly, but that doesn’t erase the learning curve. after spending thousands of years stuck in a cycle of torment and being the tormenter, it’s hard to heal.

but he manages. he’ll jump out of the shadows, letting you lean on him. he’ll even cary you, if you can’t keep walking. it’s almost become second nature to take you home in an emergency. (plus, scary dog privileges. doctors are much more willing to listen when you have an ancient beast with you.) he’s there when your symptoms get worse, both in public and in private. he’ll get anyone off your back if they’re harassing you for having symptoms.

it doesn’t get easier, more like it just becomes routine. maybe it’s nice to have someone around. it’s a healing of self through the other - finally being listened to, on your end, and on shadow’s, he gets to use his powers for something other than destruction. reddened hands come away clean, for the first time in an eternity.

doesn’t mean it’s perfect, far from it. easy to slip into old habits. days are hard. the journey ahead is rough, awful, gravely and painful.

but you will make it.

I believe in you.

#shadow milk x reader #shadow milk cookie #crk x reader #shadow milk cookie x reader #shadow milk crk #cr kingdom #crk #Cookie run #cookie run kingdom #disabled writing #disabled writer #disabled characters #disabled reader #x reader

[cherry-pop-elf]

Unleashed

Bill Weasley x Reader

You decided to be a good partner and see your boyfriend Bill. You heard he was on vacation from Gringotts, and knew he would be at the beach side house. There was just one problem. The Goblins give him those vacations for more than just keeping his mental health strong. He had one at the end of every month, and the day you arrived was when the moon was out

18+, Dubious Consent ((Not really but respect people who aren’t into that!)) Breeding, Gender Neutral Anatomy Scratching, Biting, blood play, overstimulation uncanny valley, werewolf stuff in general, after care, disabled talk, crying, fluff

Commissions Open

“Oh Billy~!” You sung, as you stepped out of the fire place. You were so excited. Your boyfriend was on vacation, and that meant you could hound him with kisses and cuddles. As a Curse Breaker, he needed to make sure his mental health was strong and in check. Unless the curses consume him. That meant the Goblins made sure he got plenty of vacation days. Even a week off at the end of every month!

“Come on out you big ole dog. I know you are here.” You giggle, as you set your bag on the couch. Now where did your boyfriend go? You would hurry to the porch of the house. Leaning over the railing, and admiring the beautiful view. It was just stunning. The salt air against your skin, the cool water under the stars, oh it was like out of a fairy tale. Made you understand why he loved the beach so much.

“Oh to live here.” You sighed, as you looked to the sky. Admiring the clouds, as they rolled by. As they moved, you furrowed your brow. Was the moon full? You squinted, as you leaned over the railing more. Trying so hard to get a better view. As you did, there would suddenly be a warm presence behind you.

“There’s my Habibi.” You would hear, growled into your ear, as hands would grab at the railing. You were pinned against it, as you saw the clouds shift. The moon was full, and glimmering so vividly. Right against the water, and causing the world to be casted in a nearly blue glow. It’s a full moon, and your boyfriend had you pinned.

“Way to go, dumbass-“ You muttered to yourself. William wasn’t a real werewolf. Given his curse breaking job, he held an almost immunity of sorts. He wasn’t like his uncle Lupin. He didn’t have a proper transformation. He did have little habits, like eating raw meat. Just small things. He did get paranoid though. Always avoiding everyone when the moon was full. Seems like tonight will be a night to test some theories.

“You smell so good-“ He sighed, as he would nuzzle his scared up nose into your neck. His body grinding into yours, as he kept you trapped. You swore his skin seemed paler than normal, from looking at his hands. You did your best to turn your head, and his normally straight hair was in thick waves. As if fur that was dense around him. The way his eyes stared into you. Well, eye.

After his attack from Greyback, he lost a large amount of his face. Leaving his teeth exposed, and missing an eye. One that Uncle Moody replaced with one of his old ones. So the two brown eyes never quite matched. You didn’t find him ugly for having one eye, missing an eye lip, exposed teeth, or even how the scars cut into his hair line. You weren’t there just for his looks. He’s your Bill. Seems tonight you’ll be his trophy.

“You taste so good-“ He added on, as he ran his tongue across your neck. The way his working eye’s pupil was blown out. As if on some kind of drug, and you were the supplier. His body was just burning up so badly, as he held you tightly. That’s when it registered he was naked. You’ve seen such many times before, but now felt so different. Despite being the werewolf, this was still a vulnerable position he was in.

“You in there, Billy?” You asked, but not in fear. He was clearly showing signs you were mated, and he couldn’t infect you from the fact he wasn’t properly turned. You were never in real danger, and you knew this was beyond his control anyhow. You knew this would be something you would deal with. Every time the full moon was close, he always got more primal anyway. You were prepared, and never afraid. Seemed like he could smell your lack of fear, and that had him excited.

“Hm-?” He hardly recognized you were talking at all, as he was just grinding his crotch on your ass. Like the dog in heat that he was. “That answered that-“ You muttered, as you looked around. It was in a private area, sure, but you much rather no risk someone thinking you were being assaulted.

“Come here boy-! Come on-!” You whistled, as you quickly ducked under his arms. Just narrowly slipping out, and leaving him confused on where you went. He was quick to turn around, and watched as you started to take your top off. A means to lure him back into the house. Seemed to work beautifully, as he was quick to hurry back inside. Nearly tackling you down.

“WOAH WOAH-!” Hardly had another thought, before he was tearing your clothes off like paper. Did his nails get longer? You swore you could feel thin lines over your body already. Had a sting, but you knew he wasn’t trying to actually hurt you. It was just caught in the cross fire.

“Oh you are fiesty-“ You admit, as he was just devouring you. His tongue tracing over your chest, and drinking you in. You wondered if he was only acting like this because you were a couple. That because his mate showed up he went feral. You won’t lie, that made you feel really special. That even the wolf in his head was madly in love with you. Had you blushing more then the way his tongue felt so rough on your skin.

“I need you, so badly-“ He was panting already, as he was spreading your legs wide. You covered your mouth, as you looked up to him. You swore he looked like a god. The way the moon was casting around him, like some kind of wisp outline. The way the stars sparkled through his burning hair. Looking like the gods he’s talked about, when he used to live in Egypt. You were falling in love all over again.

“All mine. You are all mine.” He repeated, as his nails dug into your ankles. As if to mark you from head to toe. You were soon feeling the burn in your thighs, as he forced your legs towards you. Maybe taking up yoga with Luna was a smart idea, because wow was this pulling muscles you didn’t even know you had.

“All yours. I’m all yours, big boy.” You nodded, as that made your boyfriend give an eerie sight. With only half his face working, it made all his features so much more strange. How his smile was curled so high, and teeth so sharp. The way his working pupil was staring through you, as drool was dripping out of his exposed teeth. He was starving for you, and it was almost easy to forget there was a human inside of that devilish grin.

“And never forget it, Habibi.” He warned, before you suddenly felt his cock slam inside of you. It burned, and stretched you wide. Your head was spinning, as he was already snapping his hips into yours. Not leaving any room to breathe, as he had to make sure he breed you. If there wasn’t a way to knock you up, he’s gonna try anyway. The wolf in him didn’t care if it was possible or not. He just had to claim.

“Oh William-!” You moaned, as your fingers pulled at the carpet under you. Feeling how your legs were soon resting on his shoulders, as his own hands were tearing at the fur on the ground. Leaving deep lashes, as if the human in him was trying to make sure you weren’t in its war path. Bill was still in there, and you knew he was fighting. Maybe he shouldn’t.

“B-Billy….It’s ok-“ You begin, as you reached a hand up to his face. “I like this….I l-like it a lot.” You smiled, as you swore you saw something flicker in his working eye. Something human again. “Let it happen. Let go. I’ll be ok.” You hushed, as you traced his scars with your thumb. To try and let him finally let go. He’s constantly been holding back. He’s never been allowed to not be ok. He’s the eldest brother. He’s had to much weight on his shoulders. He deserves to let loose.

“Habibi….” His voice trailed, before you forced him to kiss you. To truly let him know you’ll be ok. Time seems to freeze, before he let himself go. He returned the kiss, before his claws were firm on your thighs. Sinking into the flesh, and leaving red lines. You whined, but were quickly cut off by the sharp smack of your hips.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ You couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering, as he was soon sinking his teeth into your neck. You weren’t dreaming it, his teeth did get sharper. He was truly treating you like a chew toy, and you didn’t mind. Your Billy was always so anxious about hurting you, but now he finally had an excuse to let go. You love his gentle side, but getting frisky is always adored.

“Oh William-“ You moaned his name, as he was fucking you into the floor. You swore he would break through, with how rough he was being. Might break your back, but you didn’t care. You were loving the mixture of pain and pleasure. How he would rub your nerves just right, whenever he bit into you to deep. As if his human half was fighting his wolf half.

“AH-! WILLIAM-!” Your head was thrown back, as you were quick to climax. Your body shaking, but he wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t going to stop until he was satisfied. How long would it take for him to feel release? You didn’t know. You just knew you were sobbing, as your body was trembling at the next climax already building up.

You didn’t know how many times you came, but it was all becoming a blur. Was just blood, sweat, and tears. And you were loving it. Just nothing but meat to satisfy. The bliss of turning your brain off, and just be nothing but owned by your lover. To be covered in markings, and showing anyone who saw you that you were off the market.

What finally brought you back to reality was the howl. He out right howled. You could feel your insides being pumped so full of his seed. You swore you came again from it. His voice was just echoing, as he had claimed you. Inside, and out. Was such a wonderful warmth. You felt so satisfied with it. Was making you fall asleep so peacefully. All to the nursing licks of your boyfriend.

You swore you hadn’t slept that good in ages. It was a hard sleep. A good long one, that had you feeling refreshed. If not for all the pains and aches in your body. That was what woke you up, compared to the summer sun light. Creeping in through the bedroom curtains. Seemed like someone tried to keep them closed, but it slipped through.

You, slowly, sat up. As you did, you could feel bandages all over you. Along with a sweet smell of flowers on the bedside table. You looked over, and saw that poor Bill was pampering you. Feeling so guilty from last night. Flowers, chocolates, sweets, little things that you enjoyed. Along with a little note.

“Sorry: William”

You chuckled, as you set the note aside. With the covers off, you looked yourself over. Every wound was patched, and you were covered in bruises and hickies. Made you a little giddy, you couldn’t lie. So many people would kill to have a werewolf boyfriend. You felt so smug, and wanted to proudly show them off. But first, William needed to be cared for.

After every full moon, he would suffer extreme muscle fatigue. His bones were literally breaking and re breaking after all. Your muscles don’t feel so good after that. Along with other issues. Chronic pain, exhaustion, and just over all trouble walking. It normally passes after a day or two. Hence why the goblins give him that week break. So he can recover. You even went as far as to pick up books about werewolves, and spoke to Uncle Lupin. You may not feel his pain, but you damn well will try and help.

“Willy-?” You called, as you were safe in a bath robe. There you found him. Barely awake, on the couch. His hair a mangled mess, and his body visibly throbbing. The muscle spasms were kicking in. Kicking in bad. You tsked, as you accioed a comb. Soon you were on the couch with him. Forcing him to sit up, and you would nurse at his hair.

“I-“ But you cut him off. “I already know what you are going to say, Mr. This is a disability. One that I know 100% about when I was going to date you. I knew what I was signing up for. I also could have very well floo my way out, or even attacked you with chains. Since you aren’t a full werewolf. We’ve been over this.” You kissed his cheek, as you would brush through his hair. A means to let him have some mercy.

“I love you. Disability or not. You just need a little extra help, now and again. That’s ok.” You reassured, as you began to braid his hair. That way it didn’t get tangled for a while. “Besides, I had fun.” You tease, as you laid on the couch. Forcing his head on your chest, as his legs would kick from the muscle spasms.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked, as he looked up. That big, beautiful, brown eye. So full of love. “By being you~” You reassured him, as you would rub over his shoulder. He was soon cuddling into you, as you both shared a lazy morning.

Least now you both knew what to do together next full moon. Have a few potions, a med kit, with a bottle of wine. That’s a date night for you two. Unconventional? Yes. Just right for you two? Damn right. He’s a Weasley. You really expected things to be normal? Normals boring anyway.

#harry potter #bill Weasley #William Weasley #bill weasley x reader #harry potter werewolf #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #Harry Potter fic #hp #x reader #x gender neutral reader #werewolf #bill Weasley x reader smut #x reader smut #Harry Potter smut #hp smut #disabled writer #disabled character #bill Weasley is disabled #disabled bill Weasley #muscle spasms #chronic fatigue #chronic pain #chronic illness #werewolfism #fluff #domestic fluff #x reader fluff #disabled lifestyle #disabled people exist

[paranormalactivity5]

Hiiii, quick question, I’d really like to start a Eddie Munson x reader series but with a chronically ill reader, but I wanna know if anyone would read it. It would be very angsty but also fluffy and maybe some smut here and there but it would delve very deep in to the truth that a lot of disabled people feel unloveable, even tho we 100000% are it’s still a thought that hangs in many of our heads that we are “too much”. Basically the premise of the series is Eddie proving to reader that he loves her so fucking much, and that he loves loving her and everything that includes. At first reader would push him away because of her self deprecating beliefs but Eddie is relentless in proving that she is just as worthy and deserving of love as anyone else. I would try and be as non-descript as possible with what illness reader has. I personally have pots, eds, fibro, fnd, and Endo and feel Eddie would be the best boyfriend and care taker. Let me know if y’all would read!

#paranormalactivity5 #fanfic #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #chronic illness #chronic pain #disability #chronically ill #potsie #hypermobile eds #fnd #fibromyalgia #endometriosis #x chronically ill reader #x reader #disabled writer #Eddie Munson x chronically ill!reader

[ellierenae]

anyone with disabilities have tips for how to do nanowrimo comfortably? changing the parameters or anything like that? my relevant issues are mostly chronic pain and fatigue. ty in advance! ❤️

#writeblr #writblr #nano #nanowrimo #disabled writer #i may do one by myself this august as a trial run for november #original content

[cy-cyborg]

Tips for writing and drawing disabled characters: you're allowed to have fun with it

I get a lot of people responding to my posts/videos on writing and drawing disabled characters that, while they never outright say it, kind of imply to me that people are interpreting those posts as:

THIS IS THE OBJECTIVE ONE AND ONLY WAY TO WRITE CHATACTERS WITH [Insert disability here] AND IF YOU DONT INCLUDE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE POINTS AND SUGGESTIONS IN SOME CAPACITY, YOUR CHARACTERS ARE BAD AND YOU ARE BAD FOR MAKING THEM!

And just ....no that's not my intent lol. So let me make it abundantly clear: with a few exceptions, my content is just suggestions, mainly aimed at making your characters feel more realistic and/or grounded, or demonstrating certain ideas. If thats not the vibe you want, or the suggestions are clashing with the tone of your work, you don't have to include them. Still consider the advice, make sure the reason you think it doesn't match isn't based on stereotypes or assumptions, and if it's not, and you still don't think it fits, don't include it.

If it doesn't make sense to include a chapter about how your character is struggling with debilitating phantom pain in an otherwise really light-hearted, cozy slice of life comedy, then don't add it. This isn't to say that your character's disability shouldn't have any effect, but pick ways that fit the tone. For example, instead of dealing with debilitating pain, maybe your chatacter is out camping, they take off their leg to relax but oh no, a stray dog mistakes the metal pole for a bone and steals it, making your chatacter have to hop after them. When they catch them and get their leg back, they decide to adopt them! Hjinks and cozyness ensues

That actually does sound adorable, I might save that for later lmao

Or just small things, the same way you might show an able bodied chatacter getting ready for their day, show a disabled chatacter doing the same, but adding in the extra steps. Do what works with the tone.

This also isn't to say the advice can't be used in more fantastical settings. Most of what I write is fantasy and sci-fi, and while I don't use all of my own advice in those settings (because not all of it is relevent) I do use a lot of it, depending on the character in question. The main character in my sci-fi comic voidstar, Xari, for example, has been a double leg amputee for a long time and that, combined with the setting means not all of the standard advice about writing amputees is relevent to them. They don't struggle with pain or have trouble adjusting to prosthetics because it happened a long time ago and the medicine/tech in their world is better, but there's other ways it effects their daily life in ways fitting for the lighter tone in chapter 1. the intro sequence shows them running and jumping and being active, but also shows they use a wheelchair sometimes and a bit later in the chapter, crutches, depending on what they're doing. It also effects how they interact with people: late in the chapter someone makes a weird comment about their legs, and Xari uses it as a chance to mess with them and have some fun.

All this is to say don't be afraid to be a bit looser with the advice if the story you're writing has a lighter tone and just have fun. My content is there for those who want to use it, but it's not the "only objective way" to handle those subjects.

#writing disability with Cy Cyborg #id in alt text #disability #writing #writeblr #writing disability #disability representation #authors of tumblr #authors on tumblr #on writing #writing resources #creative writing #authors #disabled author #disabled writer

[bones-ivy-breath]

To the Word "Girl" by Anya Krugovoy Silver, from The Ninety-Third Name of God

#to the word girl #anya krugovoy silver #the ninety-third name of god #quote #typography #poetry #aesthetic #dark academia #light academia #chaotic academia #girlhood #womanhood #on language #disabled writer #disabled authors

[tuttle-did-it]

struggles for disabled people during the WGA/SAF-AFTRA strike

#disabled #actors #writers #sag aftra #sag aftra strike #wga strike #union #union strong #hollywood reporter #hollywood #disabled actor #disabled writer #disabled artist

[silverseasx]

I love being a writer cause I have a mystical way with words that people

REALLY

Wish I didnt have when it comes to describing my pain

#why am i like this #aaaaa #chronically ill #chronic illness #chronic pain #being a writer #writer #writers on tumblr #disabled writer #disability #disabled

[queenquinzel715]

Pt 1 2. Half Orc Captain Hamal

Brief SA/Suicide warning

Word count 1,832

(Y/n) pov

Ever since I could remember I've always worked, but when my parents died it tripled. I had to pay for the house they left me, which is falling apart. I lived next to the main tavern in town, so it only made sense to take the job as bar maiden. Every night I serve all different creatures along with humans, so it can be a lot more rambunctious than people are used to. During the day I try to fix my home, but can only get so much done with the four hours before I have to leave.

Today starts like every other. I eat, then start hammering the boards to the wall. I'm halfway through the main wall when someone bangs on my door. I keep hold of the hammer as I answer the door. The King's guard is standing there with three of his followers. You see they just run the town how they see fit, and that meant tormenting the poor people that live here.

"We've gotten complaints of this eye sore." His voice tries to boom, but I swear he's pushing it too hard.

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm trying to work as fast as I can, but it's only me." I plead.

"Well no wonder. A woman can't build a fire let alone fix a house." He and his group laugh at what he believes to be a joke.

"Well if that's all I'm gonna get back to work." I try to shut the door, but he moves his way inside.

"When I say complaints I mean they want this hole gone." He looks around the small house as two if his followers come inside with him. "However I can ignore this eyesore for some simple payment." He smirks at me, his eyes look down to me gripping the hammer tighter.

Before I could blink he ripped the hammer out of my hand, and threw it across my kitchen. I try to run to the backdoor. Of course he grabs me, but by the back of my hair. He uses my hair as a guide to move me to the couch my father built, throwing me face first onto it. With my dress getting ripped, to them tying my hands to the armrests, and them laughing as they grabbed at me I black out. I still see, feel and hear everything that is going on. I just lay there, helpless. Once they are done I'm cut from the armrest, and left there with one leg hanging off the side, my face in the cushion, and the sharp pain in between my legs. With some miracle strength I sit up gasping at the pain shooting through my whole body. I look around what's called my home, but now it's nothing but a nightmare. A reminder of death, pain of loss, pain of force, and just pain of work. I sit there for I don't know how long before I realize it's dark. I take a deep sigh as I gather myself to grab the pieces of dress on the floor.

Something seems to snap in my brain as I slowly stand on my feet as I look around. I go to the closet where I keep my clothes, and grab a random dress. Once it's somewhat on I give one last look before leaving, and walking through this awful town. My daze-like eyes scan the town, and the forest as I walk ahead. I feel the forest floor poke at my feet.

Hamal pov

Everyone is laughing, cheering their drinks, overall having a good time. I look around the tavern for a certain (h/c) bar maid. I was actually going to talk to her this time. I've had enough of my own men making their own practical jokes about me. It's getting dark out, when I notice she still isn't here. I'm lifting my beer to my lips as Talen, a werewolf that has been on my crew for years, comes hurling through the people with a worried look on his face.

"There's something wrong with (y/n)."

"What do you mean?" I immediately sit up, slamming my beer mug down.

"I saw her walking in the town with this off look, and when I got close I smelt blood, and different human smells. When I came here she was heading to the woods." He hurries out.

I don't even respond, I just run out of the tavern to the woods. I can smell her blood like it's an arrow. I see a clearing up ahead, but when I come through I see my (h/c) haired barmaid standing on the cliff.

"(Y/n) don't!" I try to get her attention, but she jumps.

(Y/n) pov

I heard a deep voice yell at me, but it's too late. I'm hearing wind in my ears blocking everything out. My body crashes with the cold water making me lock up. I open my eyes to see the bubbles clear as I sink lower. I'm almost to the ground when my chest tightens. As my body makes contact with the ground I see two long cloud-like things swim around in a circle above me. I'm in awe as they come closer, and see half human octopus, and a mermaid. They grab my arms, swimming me to the top, making me gasp for air. I'm coughing as I'm squinting my eyes at them while they hold me up.

"You stupid girl! Why would you do that?" The octopus woman firmly talks.

"Octia please the poor thing doesn't need you berating her for her choices. Let's just get her to Kelim. Hopefully he can get all the water out of her lungs." The mermaid tries to reason.

I feel tentacles wrap around my waist, and arms around my shoulders guiding me to the small cave that was under the cliff. We go through a portal of some kind like pushing through a thin sheet. I'm placed on a dock with the mermaid sitting next to me.

"I'm sorry." I say softly as I black out.

I go in and out of consciousness. At one point I'm in a tent, the next a man is upside down looking at me, another I'm alone, but the final time I wake up I'm surrounded by a group of women, some with worried faces, some with curiosity, and some just looking at me. They gasp all at once, but the mermaid that helped me moves away. I stay just how I am until I see a man look over a woman's head.

"Good, you're awake. You gave the girls a fright." I just look at him. "I'm Kelim the doctor of this island, if you will. Sadly we don't know why you jumped, but you have a lot to learn. I got the water out of your lungs." He helps me sit up.

"Why would they help me?" I finally ask.

"Well I saw you jump, and Nixie felt your sadness. She says she felt something wanting to hold you." Octia answered.

I deeply sigh as I look at the cabin we were in, and how the water women are able to be inside from a small pool in the floor.

Hamal's pov

My men have kept their distance as we load up the ship. You could say I've been in a harsh mood these past couple of weeks, would be an understatement. I watched the woman I cared for deeply jump to her death, and I have a deep imagination of why. Talen was able to sniff out which scent it was, and found three of the King's guards as the owners. I take them to the forest, and let my men do as they wished with them as I sat on the edge of the cliff.

"We're all loaded up sir." A demon crewman softly tells me.

We set sail through the deep sea. It doesn't take long for a storm to come through. My life has just plummeted. The storm gets rougher as we try to fight the currents. As waves push and pull my ship I see what look like arms moving the waves. I glide as much as I can with the wind, and waves. My ship evens it as the wind dies down, but it's going to close to rocks. My men are pointing at things in the water. I see men and women merfolk push the ship in the direction of the land. My men start to shout, but when the elves are trying to calm everyone down.

"It's a portal. Relax!'' They yell to the others.

A portal? Why are they taking us there? We go through the portal to a whole other world full of different creatures. I point to the anchor to signal I'm stopping, and yell to the men to drop anchor. I watch from my wheel as my men jump from the sides to meet with the others. I watch as merfolk go onto land, crowding this certain cave.

I ignore it, thinking that it is their home, but when I see (h/c) hair come up from the water of the cave. My hands drop to the ship's railing, gripping it to the point of almost breaking it. The merfolk women move her to the front. I get a better look at my barmaid that has fins coming from out of her head. I watch her in complete awe like if I blinked she'd be gone. She moves with so much elegance as she moves in the water. I quickly grab a net as she gets to the ship's side. I pull her over the edge, finally having her in my arms.

"I watched you jump." I couldn't believe she's here.

"I…I know. Nixi, Octia, and Kelim helped me get my tail." She turns to the group of merfolk women. "I have a family again." She seems to be talking mostly to herself, but it makes me smile. "I heard you yell." She turns to me in a timid voice.

"I couldn't lose you, but I understand why." I sit on the bench I have behind my wheel. "One of my men, Talen, saw you walk through the town, and saw how dazed you were. Also since he's a werewolf he smelt…" I stop myself from saying anymore."Sadly I was too late." I lean my head against the side of hers. "I've watched you every night since I docked in that dreadful town. How you'd serve so many people with that darling smile, and even with my rambunctious crew, you laughed." I chuckle at a memory from my crew members falling off a table trying to dance on top. "I just couldn't keep my eyes off of you, and now I don't think I ever will." I look down at her tail causing her to giggle.

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[chronicallydragons]

Saw a Netflix promo video that had millie bobby Brown summarize her new show in 15 seconds and it was basically just 15 2-5 word bullet points so I decided to do the same for child of the dragon and my MG werewolf WIP and I'm laughing so hard at some of these

Child of the Dragon

🐉 dragon fight

👑 her majesty the King

🔪 his majesty the King

📚 high school and calculus

🪦 funeral

🐉 dragon training

😱 best friend is a dragon?!

👗 fighting in ball gowns

🤠 mechanical bulls are basically dragons, right?

⚔️ sword fights on dragons

🔑 worst grand prize ever

💔 break up

⚔️ big battle, wall of death

❤️‍🩹 love wins!

👑 HER MAJESTY THE KING

MG werewolf WIP: (ignore that it has 16, I’m laughing so hard)

🐾 werewolf tracks

📸 polaroid camera

🐺 gotta keep the secret

🥞 werewolves might like pancakes

🕵️‍♀️ looking for clues

🐺 oh no! A werewolf!

🐺🐺 oh no! TWO werewolves!

💔 betrayal

🥞 forgiveness for pancakes

📚 secret library

👃 sniffin out clues

🐺 oh no! A werewolf!

📞 hello? Useless magical government officials?

🎪 party!

🐺 oh no!! Werewolves!

🍩 donuts save the day

Anyway, I had a lot of fun making a very vague summary of my books and thought it would be fun to see others, so, can I make this a tag game?? I want to see more!

Gently tagging: @tildeathiwillwrite @gamerkats @blind-the-winds

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[moondust-bard]

Are there writing coaches/consultants specifically for neurodivergent and/or chronically ill people? Because I think that’s a job I’d be great at, honestly.

I’ve helped so many friends and followers untangle snags in their stories and their world-building, fine-tune their writing process to suit their unique needs, problem-solve various issues related to writing and creating, and I’ve got experience with various conditions of my own that seem to grant me an empathetic, judgement-free perspective.

Working on this series of posts aimed at supporting neurodivergent, disabled, snd chronically ill writers is emphasizing to me just how far I’ve come, how much information I’ve gained on this topic, and how much more I could be doing to help others accomplish their creativity goals.

I dunno, just thinkin’ thoughts over here…

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[parsnips-and-meth]

Hi!

I thought I would share this again. This time of year is incredibly tough for people like me without a stable income. Bills have gone up, food is expensive and I need money to travel home for the holidays. If there are any commissions you’ve been wanting - whether they’re small, whether they’re large - I will write them.

There are a list of fandoms in the gig’s description that I’m familiar with, but I’m able to research and write for fandoms I’m unfamiliar with. I am also able to create original work with a set of OCs I use, or write poetry of any kind. My work could be the gift you give someone this holiday!

Help me and my ESA (she’s the sweetest little cat) keep warm this winter! I really appreciate all of your support so far. If you’re unable to commission me, then sharing this post to boost its exposure would also make a huge difference.

Happy holidays,

Parsnip 🥕

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