"should autism exist in my fantasy story?" yes. "should psychosis exist in my fantasy story?" yes. "should personality disorders exist in my fantasy story?" yes. "should ADHD exist in my fantasy story? should intellectual disabilities exist in my fantasy story? should dissociative disorders exist in my fantasy story? should trauma disorders exist in my fantasy story? should anxiety disorders exist in my fantasy story? should mood disorders exist in my fantasy story? should--"
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
you don't have to include their real actual names and you don't have to have main characters with every single one of these things. But neurodivergent and mentally ill people should EXIST in fantasy stories and fantasy societies, because we exist in real life. We deserve to be acknowledged.
The Weekly Writing Update #4
08.27.22
Not much to update on this week. It’s been slow
⇨ I made a few slight changes to the plot, the protagonist’s journey being a much more direct result of what the villain is doing and now making them much more connected plot-wise, and not just through backstory
⇨ still only a few hundred words in, but I know where I’m going so hopefully I make more progress within the next few weeks
⇨ As I’ve said previously, I had a handful of details and a character that I didn’t know what to do with and so it didn’t overload the plot, but I think with the change I’ve made, everything fits and it’s not too much :) yay!
Hopefully this STICKS and I don’t keep overthinking and changing the plot every week.
XOXO~
watching characters try to fight the narrative like i'm a roman senator at the coliseum
The Weekly Writing Update #21
12.24.22
Last day before Christmas! Merry Christmas and happy holidays to everyone!!
This is hopefully the last week with no progress. Going into the new year, I will have more time and (please god) more inspiration.
Speaking on coming up on the new year, I’m coming up on my wip’s two year anniversary! Kinda sad that I don’t have a full chapter written for it yet, but it has changed so drastically from the original idea,,, it’s insane to see how far I’ve come and how far I still have to go.
~Much love,
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The first two years of writing a story is just Thinking™️
Hi, I’m a piece of shit delight to be around and I’m here to post my shitty ass average writing
big fan of characters with abandonment + attachment issues so profound that they leave claw marks in everything they touch but would sooner gnaw off their own leg than admit they just want someone to stay for once. in a totally normal well adjusted and not at all projecting way of course.
✂️Snippet #1
This is an unedited old draft for chapter one I had, but I’m not using it anymore so I might as well post it here :)
Magnus drew the string back, arrow pointed at the back of the beast’s neck. It lurked around, scanning the forest for any sign of life. It didn’t look up though, where Magnus was perched in the branches, waiting for the right moment to strike. It has to be a killing shot, the lessons of his grandmother rushed back. Many late evenings spent training in the yard behind their house, drilling lesson after lesson into him. It was lucky for him that she was so strict.
He released the arrow, the silver tip glinting in the sunlight through the leaves. It pierced the monster’s flesh, lodging itself deep enough in its neck to hit a pressure point. There was no scream or howl from the thing, only the whistle as the arrow whizzed toward its prey, and a low whine as the beast realized it was going to die.
Magnus jumped down from the tree. The killing always happened so fast, one slash of a sword or the whir of an arrow racing through the air. He watched as his prey flopped over, the grass underneath it wilting and turning a dull brown color. It was as if the life was sucked out of the earth where the monster stood.
“Be lucky you can’t be used for food.” He muttered. It made a low growl, like a threat, but the sound was more pathetic than threatening. He gripped the arrow, ripping it from the beast’s neck. Unlike an animal, the monster died fast, its body crumbling to ash.
Magnus quickly bent down, gathering a pinch of the ash before the wind blew it away. He put it into a small vile and stored it away in his pocket before leaving
Hey so.. I don't know if anyone still follows me. Or is interested in my writing. I completely abandoned my last major project that I used to post about--a while ago--and I've recently gotten back into writing. I'm starting a new WIP but I'm stuck between two plots, if anyone cares to share their opinions :)
A.) Knight finds a girl with amnesia who turns into a bird monster, and he just became a fugitive. So he takes her and they go into hiding, fighting shadow monsters and working to get her memory back.
B.) Noblewoman is set up to marry a prince from a neighboring kingdom, but is actually sent to steal the source of magic from their neighbors. Instead, she falls for the prince's knight. ...instead of the prince.
Unless these are both stupid/need to be workshopped, my DMs and Asks are open to anyone with constructive criticism!! Or any other writers wanting to talk (I need more writer friends) 😭