#DISABLED RAIN

[echhosworld]

DID SOMEBODY SAY DISABLED GHOULS

[holmosexualitea]

Rainy day walk in the park with John, Sherlock and Rosie.

[magidragon12]

I just can't get over how happy Eda looks here! Remember the early days of the series, her stress, running from the law, detesting school as a symbol of the authority that hunts her for just existing. Suffering under the throes of her curse.

And now look at her! She's a principal, running a school her way, the way it should be run! Encouraging students to be themselves and celebrate "every part of themselves"

She's got that big ass hook, she doesn't shy away from being an amputee, she embraces it! She celebrates her differences which she once was forced to run from. She's happy! She loves herself!

Good for her ❤️

[hypnoneghoul]

I already said tail amputee phantom but what if tail amputee rain with just a little nub of a tail and that being the reason he falls over all the time; he doesn't have a tail for balance, glamored or not

[damagedghoulette]

Ghost: Disability inclusive stories

A list of all the disability ghosts stories put into one post so it’s easier to find 🤍

If you have a story you would like to be added to the list please message me with the link- also please message if you’d like a story to be removed! Red words mean smut.

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Autism:

Strawberry Shortcake - @damagedghoulette

Phantom and his service dog - @rainsbasspick

Dewdrop x you - @damagedghoulette

POTS:

Pebble finding out - @nightynightghoul

Episode during sexy times - @hypnoneghoul

Power outage - @hypnoneghoul

Replenishment - @hypnoneghoul

Asthma:

I need you - @sister-nyx

I can’t breathe - @terzosboyfriend

Deaf:

We will go softly into the night - (Villaflower)

Chronic pain/illness:

Rain do not go away - @hypnoneghoul

Time machine - @sister-nyx

Just wanted to hear your voice - @hypnoneghoul

Lemon water - @damagedghoulette

Seizures:

Aether x gn reader - @inkrabbit

Spillways, spillways - @cirrus-ghoulette

Special (arrhythmia) - @skele-bunny

EDS:

Rain waiting for brace measuring - @hypnoneghoul

Rain dislocating during sexy times - @hypnoneghoul

Abandon your freedom - @hypnoneghoul

IBS:

Papa comforts reader - @peachyghuleh

Anxiety:

Absolution - @peachyghuleh

The outing - @peachyghuleh

[mibyledraws]

so eepy

[reclaiming-entropy]

The Pioneerrrrr (+my own freak menacing her)

Solo Pioneer under the cut!

@ask-the-pioneer

[sulfursystem]

cane users rain and mountain holding each others canes to see how big the height difference is and mounty thinks its the funniest shit ever

[pixierainbows]

Hi Pixie, this is my girl Basil. I love your photography! My question is: Do you prefer the rain or sunshine?

Kitty !!! Look so fluffy soft !!! thank you for share !

Pixie really like both

Pixie like sun so much ! like flowers do ! But hot sunny is make have Migraine so have be careful .

rain of all sorts be also awesome !

warm little summer rain to run out is play ! big aggressive winter storms that make heavy rain wind or snow ice and more !

Snow important Very important for Pixie . for to cover the mountain for skiing with Special Olympics race team

[ididit-allofit-foryou]

sometimes my brain is like 'you're not Actually That Disabled. you're fineeee' & then. i remember. i literally can only shower once a week bc i don't have energy to do it more than that. even though i DESPERATELY want to shower every day. and i only change clothes when i shower and wear the same clothes Every Day between showers bc even changing clothes takes energy i Do Not Have. even though i Like wearing different clothes despite not ever leaving the house. (which is Another Thing in itself, never leaving the house.) so like. Fuck imposter syndrome. it Really Is That Bad.

[everybodyshusband]

uhhh in My Feels™️ so woe, ansgt be upon ye !!!

disabled rain, angst, hurt/not much comfort, it's just sad and a bit weird and bad i'm sorry ksdfjnsfkdf divider by the icon that is @/wrathofrats

Rain is a jealous ghoul. He’s always known it.

It’s fun, sometimes. Fun to let his packmates play with his jealousies until he just can’t help but snap. Until he’s got one of them over his lap, turned on beyond belief, skin red hot, as they beg for his mercy. As they apologise for daring to belong to anyone but him.

So yes, his jealousy is fun, but he never expected for it to manifest like this.

The first time, he thought he was just overtired. Anger boiling inside of him caused by lack of sleep the previous night rather than jealousy of one of his packmates. After all, this is a stupid thing to be jealous about, and the night before, well… He’d been rather too busy being taken apart inch by painstaking inch by Zephyr to really have had any modicum of decent sleep at all. So again, why was he jealous? Why is he still jealous? What motive did he have to be jealous of the ghoul that was in his bed only the night before?

It wasn’t until Aeon was summoned that he figured it out. Until the sensation of his blood boiling could be tied to more than just an abstract feeling of annoyance bubbling under his skin. With Aeon, he’s never felt his usual jealousy—the quintessence ghoul is in his bed more often than not, so why would he? What he has felt however, has been that awful, sick feeling of hatred every time that new ghoul stumbles. Complains of his ailments. Asks to borrow one of Zephyr’s old canes or pairs of forearm crutches for stability on a particularly bad day.

That’s when it had all clicked together. Aeon. Zephyr. Sometimes even Mountain or Cumulus.

But never Rain.

His jealousy stems from the fact that they get help. They are allowed to be in pain, to be uncomfortable. They have a reason. They have been seen by Omega, by Aether, by the team in the infirmary, and they all have something different about them.

Rain doesn’t.

Rain, with the hyperextended legs that apparently cause him no medical difficulties and yet still stumbles during practice or onstage. Rain, with the perfect iron count whose vision still turns to static when he stands up. Rain, with joints that ache, bones that pop, a head that never quite seems to be able to pay attention as well as the others, but he’s fine. No matter how hard he presses that something is wrong, he’s fine. Nevermind that he’s been Up Top for years, nevermind that he’s done all that he can to treat this on his own. Nevermind that he’s getting worse. He’s fine, at least that’s what Aether had told him the last time he took a trip to the infirmary.

So yes, he’s jealous. He’s jealous of Zephyr’s chair on their bad days and the fact that Aeon feels no shame in asking to borrow mobility aids from ghouls that aren’t using them. He’s jealous that Cumulus only needs to ask Aether for a wrist splint before one is in her lap, being meticulously fastened by the quintessence ghoul himself. He’s tried to reign it in, the intensity of his emotions about this, but no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t. He knows it’s not anyone’s fault, least of all Aeth’s or Meg’s—they’re just doing their jobs, there’s protocol they have to follow—but that knowledge doesn’t stop the jealousy, the aggravation, the hatred of his beloved packmates for simply existing in a way that he’s not allowed to. For getting help in a way that he’s too scared to ask for.

He often thinks that perhaps this is why he’s so angry, so jealous. It’s his own fault he can’t—won’t—ask for help from any of them. He knows he’s allowed to. He knows that Aether and Omega would be more than happy to bend the rules a little to help him out, or that Zephyr wouldn’t mind lending him a (literal) something to lean on when Rain needs it. But he’s scared. Scared that if they can help, he won’t be in pain anymore and he’s been lying this whole time. And scared that if they can’t, that he’s unfixable, untreatable. That this vessel is just another one of God’s mistakes that Satan never bothered to fix. Maybe it is. Maybe there’s no fixing him. No helping him.

He hopes that’s not the case. As much as getting whatever this is fixed scares him, he knows he can’t go on like this forever. His pack knows it too. Zephyr had noticed it first. They’d sat him down one day in their room and had simply waited until it had all come pouring out in a mess of tears and snot and helplessness. Since then, the pack have known what’s been happening and as a collective, they’ve been doing their best to help him. It’s nice, he thinks. For them to be so kind to a being as broken as himself. One day he’ll try his best to repay them all. For now though, he just needs to work up the energy to swing his legs over the edge of his mattress, to muster up the courage to call Aeon and ask for his help, and maybe a cane.

Or maybe he’ll just stay in bed a while longer...

[scarecrow-collective]

For some positivity in this fandom!! Have some soft domestic real world and disabled ghouls!! Enjoy<333

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Imagine Swiss who's getting a wash day for his hair and Phantom learning how to help Swiss take care of it, he's so excited and he's ready to learn the different hairstyles that Swiss liked to do and it makes him so happy.

Imagine Virgin Aurora who's so scared of being hurt during sex and Cumulus is so gentle with her the entire time, she praises the young Ghoulette through everything and makes her feel so good and Aurora sobs happily.

Imagine trans femme Omega coming out to her pack for the first time and she's so scared that she ends up crying, the pack is so supportive of her and holds her and tells her how proud of her they are.

Imagine Mountain and Sunshine trying out a new kink and it doesn't go the way they'd hoped and one ends up safe wording so they spend the rest of the evening cuddling and loving on one another.

Imagine Dewdrop coming out of a bad splitting episode and Aether holds him and tells him how much he absolutely adores his mate, Dew apologizes over and over again multiple times and Aether is always so forgiving.

Imagine Phantom with a cleft lip and he's so insecure about it and the siblings tease him often so the pack goes out of their way to reassure him and praise him for how he looks and even listens to his worries.

Imagine Cirrus and Cumulus having sex and Cirrus accidentally dislocates her shoulder and the two girls are giggling and making jokes while Cirrus takes a moment to rest and keeps her shoulder from dislocating again.

Imagine Ivy and Pebble being in a queer platonic relationship and they're so sweet and lovey and people always make fun of them for it but they don't mind as long as they have each other.

Just imagine the softness and casualness of everyday life with ghouls, they're not perfect and they know that. But it's somehow perfect to them, and they love it. If you wanna hear more please ask!!

[spotsupstuff]

takin a break from asks a lil with misc. oc stuff + some ideas for iterator cleaner fauna. cuz there just ain't enough of variety in those structures yet n i've been thinkin about cleaning methods of the insides for ages now

[hypnoneghoul]

this is for everyone who also subscribes to the disabled rain ghoul agenda

[cupcakes-n-rainbows]

Being young and disabled really, really sucks sometimes.

It’s summer, a glorious time where classes don’t exist. Summers are supposed to be a time for fun. I should be swimming, suntanning, living it up in the painfully short time between graduating one grade and moving onto the next. These months are fabled, mythical, a brief and revered break from the boredom and rigor of schooling. 

Instead, I sit in the dim cold of my kitchen, tethered to a bright green block of buzzing machinery by the tubing connected to the nebulizer mouthpiece held between my teeth. I’m on my fourth breathing treatment of the day. I have two more to go. I start high school this year. I haven’t left the house in a week.

I can’t help but feel like this isn’t how it should go. I should be in a swimsuit on the beach, not crafting increasingly complicated cocktails of nebulized medications to get me through the simple act of breathing. I should be hanging out with my friends, laughing and talking and trying new Starbucks drinks, not chained to my house, my kitchen, my veritable pharmacy of medications and the few foods I can eat. 

It’s like I’ve been robbed, and not just of my summer. Of my childhood. Of my teenage years. Lately, I’ve been scared for the all too quick coming of adulthood too.

I’m missing out. I’m being left behind. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to catch up.

This isn’t how it should be, and yet, I have no choice.

I hope it gets better. I really do.

[daily-slugpup]

Could you draw a disability pride slugpup?

Here’s the pup!