Writing Blind Characters:
I am legally blind and I write a legally blind character, this is how I do it...
A Behind The Scenes Look At How I Write The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane aka The Pink Necromancer Fiction Series
On Writing LGBTQAI+ FICTION | The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane | TransMan Main Character

The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer How I Wrote It Article

A look at the various aspects of writing the Domestic Lives of Dangerous Faeries - LGBTQAI+ Queer MPreg Cozy Fantasy Fiction w a F2M Elf Wizard, a Gay Faerie Chef, & a BiSexual Demon Time Traveller, Free To Read Online

As some people get their skivvies in knots over certain topics, here's a list of topics commonly written into the series, that may or may not get talked about in this article on hoe I write the series:

Series Trigger Warnings:

 * Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover

 * Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man

 * Furry Yaoi 

 * Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.

 * Transman Mpreg

Not all things appear in all stories. 

Series Heat Level:

 * Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon

 * Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange

 * Novels: Orange, Lemon

What is the series about?

It's three god-level, planet destroying, alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon megalomaniac super villain bumbling wizards, and their ship's crew (The UnSeelie Court) with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, started a zombie apocalypse, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but are never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other, to ever get around to destroying the planet.

It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.

• Trigger Warnings: To Trigger or not to Trigger, that is the question

If you are new to the series and are not familiar with the characters, here's some quick bio stats. Most articles I write on how I write the series, just plops in the character names, assuming the reader knows what I'm talking about. This "before the article" bio list is for anyone who doesn't know who the characters are.

Seen in image: 

- IMAGE 1: The Pink Necromancer, Thullid Infested Moon Elf silk weaver, travelling merchant, & Royal Court Mage of The UnSeelie Court: Quaraun Swanzen on Noodle Beach. With his unhinged temper, his 12 foot long prehensile, venomous jellyfish tentacle hair, his deadly laser wand, and his inability to stay sober long enough to cast a spell properly, he is the most feared being in the known universe. Quaraun is literally a Space JellyFish (A Thullid) whom has taken control of the corpse of a dead Elf.

In the year 2525, a comet struck the Moon. Now, in 40th century Maine, Earth is frozen, the Moon is fractured, and UnDead Lobsters are a serious problem. And then there's Quaraun: The Pink Necromancer. Most feared super villain on Earth. Possibly the galaxy. Maybe ever. But all he wants is tea, silk embroidery, and a calm evening in his lighthouse.

- IMAGE 2: Master Chef Phooka turned Lich King of The UnSeelie Court: King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. He is king of the entire fucking planet. Defy him and he'll serve you as the main course of the next UnSeelie Court feast. The world's only known Unicorn, in his true form he is a tiny lilac coloured Shetland Pony with a gleaming silver horn. In his Lich form he is a blue crystal skeleton of a Friesian stallion. 

BoomFuzzy, the Unicorn Lich King of the UnSeelie Court, is Quaraun's dead husband. Technically dead. Officially terrifying. Unofficially the best baker left in the apocalypse.

- IMAGE 3: The Satyr-like, mad scientist Sheep Demon: Gremorse Liore aka GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. He is Quaraun's apprentice, and fast becoming the most powerful wizard in the universe.

GhoulSpawn, their brilliant, baffled companion, fell through time from 1978 and never found the way home. Now he juggles tech repairs, running from zombies, and being madly in love with the two most dangerous men of the apocalypse.

 - Art by Wendy Christine Allen. 

- Not seen here: Toobe: a deceptively innocent looking tiny flying silver metal orb that hoovers around GhoulSpawn, giving science reports and scanning for dangers, Toobe is a sadistically insane sentient AI from thirteen thousand years in the future, who is the real brains behind the plot of global domination.

• The Series Prologue  

• Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

• Worldbuilding MoonQuakes and Disabled Characters for Fantasy Writers

On Writing Blind Characters:
I am legally blind and I write a legally blind character, this is how I do it...

I was born legally blind, and also partly colour blind, which means I can see, but I can only see about 8 inches in front of me, and I can see shades of pink, blue, yellow, and orange, but I can't tell red from green or brown as red, green, and brown are all a dark-grey-blue colour to me, which also means I can’t tell a person’s skin colour, even if they are close enough to me for me to see their face, so you got to be almost nose to nose to me before I can see what your face looks like or tell what colour skin you have, which is why I can never understand all the discussions about racism vs skin colour because half the time I have no clue what colour skin any of my friends have due to my not being able to determine which shade of hazy, foggy grey people call black vs which shade of hazy foggy grey people call white. It's all the same to me. So, realize that racism, judging people by skin colour, is not a thing a legally blind person can do (I say this because I’ve seen racist blind people in media and was left wondering-how in the heck could that blind character tell what skin colour that other character was?).

And because of my sight issues, there are a lot of things I can't do. For example, I can't throw a ball, because I can't see what I'm throwing it at. But there are plenty of things I can do. I embroider, I weave silk, I do beadwork jewellery, I paint in acrylic and watercolours, I sew cloth dolls, I sew theatre costumes, I grew roses, I am a CosPlayer, I stream video games on Twitch, I make dog walking vlogs on YouTube, I read, and of course I write.

Note, I can’t read ebooks. The screens on phones and Kindle devices are not blind person friendly, so I read paperbacks only.

As I was born this way, I was taught braille when I was about 3 years old. However, finding braille books or brail anything is difficult and exorbitant expensive, so, I’ve not used brail since I was about 8 or 9 years old and that was 50 years ago, so I have completely forgotten braille, and I’m not sure I’ve remember any of it at all if someone was to hand me a braille book.

I have a "blind cane" aka "white cane with red tip" which "signals" to sighted people that I am "blind", but I rarely use it. I only use it if I have to go to a big inner city area, where I know I'll be crossing intersection streets and I can't see cars coming, so drivers need to know, I can not see them coming to get out of their way. But around my hometown, I walk to the store, library and post office without it, because I grew up here and know the area well enough to go without the cane. It would be difficult for me to do this outside of this town. I know every street, every driveway, every business, every house, how many steps are between each mailbox… I have to, in order to walk these streets unaided.

I always wear wrap around dark sunglasses, both inside and outside, and that usually alerts people that I'm blind. But I wear those because my eyes are hyper sensitive to lights. Even dim lights cause piercing migraines, which is a side effect of being mostly blind, so my brain is used to near darkness 24/7 and doesn't respond properly to lights in a room or sunlight. So I have to wear the dark glasses, even indoors, to prevent my brain from going into hyper migraine mode when someone flips a light switch. This is a thing I have had to do since I was 4 years old, and my dark glasses are a medical prescription from my doctor, made specifically for people with this hyper light sensitive issue, and are not regular sunglasses.

Sighted people have a tendency to look at this and feel a need to "pity". Come over and ask if I need help while shopping and such. I have learned that a lot of people's first reaction to me is to assume my disability is a major hindrance, but it really isn't, because I was born this way and I don't know any other way of living. Perhaps if I was born with normal sight and then lost it as an adult, well, maybe, yeah, maybe it would be a severe hindrance. But my eyes have always been this way and so this is just how life is for me.

My disability is my "normal". I was born this way. I rarely ever think of it. I hardly even notice it. Usually the only time I notice it is when someone points across the street and says "Look at that!" and me, I can't even see them standing beside me, let alone see the street, or what is on the other side. 

I think that is something a lot of people (writers) don't realize when writing disabled characters, especially ones born with their disability. 

But here's the thing...a lot of people are unaware that I am blind. I went to college, and was there, 5 years before one day, I took my cane with me. There was going to be a big event, a business group had rented one of the buildings for a convention, so there was going to be around 10k people at the college that week, in addition to the regular campus crowd. The college was expecting lots of cars and lots of foot traffic, and with huge crowds like this, I know it's easy for someone to accidently push past me, knock me down, and now I'm on the ground disoriented, with no clue what direction I am facing, and without a guide to help me, this can be a major issue. Thus the cane becomes more of a "flag" that alerts people, this person can't see you coming or get out of your way.

Well, I have my cane with me in class, for the first time in 5 years, and one of the girls I knew since first year, whom had been in most of my classes with me, came rushing over in a panic, asking what had happened, was I in an accident, am I okay... she saw the cane and went full panic mode, thinking I was suddenly blind. I explained to her the situation, and she was stunned. After a bit of stammering, she said that not once in the 5 years she had known me, had she ever guessed that I was blind or that I was even disabled at all.

She asked why I never told her, and I said there was no reason to. I didn't need help getting around, the teachers of each of my classes were aware that I was blind, in case there was some visual based assignments and such that I would not be able to do and would need vision impaired alternatives to complete. But, I had never mentioned it to any classmates, so no one knew.

Confused, she asked how I was able to get around the campus on my own. I explained to her that a year before applying to the college, I had asked the college if I could take a tour of the campus. Explained I was blind and that I was limited to campuses with vision impaired facilities. The college touted a handicapped friendly campus, but I needed to do an onsite visit to find out if it really was. Me and my husband spent a week, with a student advisor, doing nothing but walking around the campus. Me walking with my hand always on the wall, stopping to feel doors, room signs (which have braille on them, BUT, the letters of the words and numbers are also raised and I can read them by touch better than braille as I’ve forgotten braille.), etc.

You see, I needed to learn where everything was. Finger memory of touching walls, taking notes of different textures of things. My hands, especially my fingertips, act as a huge replacement for my eyes. While I can see hazy fog and make out shapes of things, I can't see well enough to find room A vs room B, and so I have to be daily, hourly, for a week or more, guided through a building with another person there telling me: "This is the science lab, it's 2 rooms over from classroom 4B". Additionally, I count my steps as I walk. Door to Room A is 45 steps from door to Room B.

After a week of walking every inch of the campus, every room, even every bathroom stall, I had memorized the entire "map" of the campus and determined, yes, I can maneuver this campus on my own, without a guide, without my cane, and so, applied and started attendance the following semester.

And because of this week of guided learning the floorplan, I was able to start the next semester, walking into the college without a guide, without a cane, and walk around alongside other students, with no one being aware, that I was blind... and was able to do so for 5 years, before an event came that required me to bring my cane with me to class, and suddenly, other students whom had known me for 5 years found themselves stunned to learn I was blind. Students who I not only went to class with but went to study groups with, played Dungeons and Dragons with in the game group... dozens of friends, who for 5 years, never guessed that I was blind, because, being blind is not something I think about, not something I focus on, so I don't tell people upfront "Hey, by the way, I'm blind"

Being blind is a thing that I am, but it doesn't define me, and is such an insignificant thing to me, that most people around me are completely unaware that I am blind.

I write a Romance series, and my Main Character's lover is blind.

Quaraun is the Main Character (MC).

BoomFuzzy is his blind husband/lover.

BoomFuzzy, Quaraun's blind husband.

BoomFuzzy's being blind is brought up from time to time, and once in a while you see scenes where things trip him up because he is blind, but for the most part, it's not focused on. I have even had readers contact me and ask me, why I bothered to make him blind, if blindness was not a part of the plot. Several say he "doesn't act blind" and said they forget he is blind until it gets mentioned, and tell me that this is inaccurate, they say that an actual blind person would have more issues and struggles and that I should do more research into blindness. 

I just reply back to tell them that I am blind, and I write to him blind, because I know what life is like being blind.

And newsflash: blindness isn't the big major hindrance that sighted people seem to think it is.

I get so annoyed by sighted people stumbling all over themselves to treat me like a brainless retard, soon as they find out I am legally blind.

I don't get it.

It's like, soon as they find out I'm legally blind, either they disappear from my life completly and never have contact with me again, like I'm the plague...

...or suddenly they are completly incapable of talking normal to be and start doing baby talk:

"ooooh dwoes wittle bwaby nweeds helpy-welpy with the door" *pats me on the head* "wlet me gwet twat for wittle crwippled woo."

Goog god! I'm so sick of the goo-goo-gaa-gaa baby talk sighted people do!

I'm BLIND not a fucking two year old! What the fuck!

I'm still the adult I was five minutes ago when you were talking normal to me.

Just because you found out I was blind, doesn't mean I suddenly became a 6 month only baby!

what is with the fucking baby talk! I hate it!

I'm still the fifty year old woman I was before you found out I was blind, why are you suddenly baby talking at me?

Garrr! I hate that!

But the ones who do the baby talk, suddenly get so in the way too.

I have literally had a guy, SHOVE ME OFF THE SIDEWALK into the road, as he rushed passed me while yelling "I'll get the door!"

Yes. I was trying to be helpful by getting to the door before me to open it, so I wouldn't walk into it, but he fucking PUSHED me with the palm of is hand on my shoulder, off the fucking sidewalk and into the fucking street in front of a fucking car that I could not see, in order to do it! 

Then he just stood there with the door open like a fucking dumbell, and started yelling back at me: "I thought you was coming inside? Did you drop something? Why are you out in the road? I'm here holding the door for you when you get here. Are you still coming? How long do I have to stand here with the door open?"

The idiot completly had no clue that he was the one who shoved me into the road, and then had the gual to stand there bitching that I was talking to much time to get to the door... when I NEEDED ACTUAL HELP to get out of the road.

The thing is, I did NOT need help opening the door in the first place!

As a writer, my limited sight comes through in my use of sensory words when writing.

For example, my MC, Quaraun, wears bright pink, always. Only pink. Nothing but pink. When readers have asked why, I point out that pink is one of the few colours I can describe because it is one of the few colours I can see.

His two lovers, one (BoomFuzzy) always wears black, the other (GhoulSpawn) always wears orange. Again, for the same reason. Because I can see the colour black (which apparently is very different from black skin, as I can not see black skin. I can’t see anything red, so I am left to assume black skin is actually a shade of red, because they are both the same shade of grey. I can tell when something is red, even though I can not see red, because red things are always the same shade of grey, which is vastly different from the shade of grey which green is. So I can tell this is red and that is green, but this is not always accurate because both are just grey and so could be neither red or green at all.)

I am hyper focused on scents and textures. I rely heavily on my hands and nose to identify things. This too affects how I write, because while most authors write visual descriptions as though they were describing what they see in a movie, I write my descriptions focused near entirely on what the surroundings smell like, sound like, and feel like when touched. There are almost no visual descriptions of settings or characters in my books.

For example, while the average author says “she had black skin”, I instead am more prone to say the texture of their skin rather than the colour.

For example:

• Leathery, wrinkled, dry, sandpapery, oily, pimples, goosebumps, dirty pores, squeaky clean, soft, smooth, rough, scratchy, freckled, wet, scarred, tattooed, dusty, dirty, etc.

Like:

•  * The prostitute's smooth skin was fragranced with sandalwood and anise, soft and moisturized, ready for her lover.

•  * The homeless children's dusty faces were streaked with tears, creating lines of mud on their dirty cheeks.

•  * The old man's thin skin was covered with liver spots and stretched over arthritic knuckles. I could feel the swollen purple veins pulsating below the surface as I held his hand.

I use a lot of smell, scent, and fragrance words when talking about a character's skin. I am legally blind, and have been since I was 8 years old, so my entire life, and so, I don’t see dull/drab colours well. Things like grey or brown, kind of blend into the foggy blur that clouds my vision, so colours have to be VERY, VERY, VERY bright, almost dayglow/neon for me to be able to easily pick up on what those colours are. For this reason, my entire wardrobe is very bright orange and pink, because I can see orange and pink, but most every other colour is just varying shades of drab-grey. So, I think too, this plays a big role in why I don’t often describe skin colours.

It’s difficult for me to tell if a person is white, yellow, red, brown, or black, because all I see is a hazy grey blur, until they get to about four feet in front of me, close enough that I can reach out and touch them, before I can make out their features. So, in my everyday life, I rarely know what skin colour the person talking to me is, because everyone is just a foggy/misty/hazy/grey blur devoid of eyes or mouth, due to my being legally blind. I can see, but only around 4 feet, so you have to be very, very close, near nose to nose with me, for me to be able to tell what colour your skin is.

So, I identify people by their scent. I can tell who is walking down the hall, before they reach for the door and enter the room, because I’m hyper tuned in to scents and I can smell them. Every person has their own unique, distinctive smell, a distinctive body order. It’s like how fingerprints are different with every person, only it’s their scent. No people ever give off the same scent, so I am always very hyper aware of who is around me, even though I can not see them, because I can smell them.

Plus ‌everyone has scents they pick up from their daily habits. The type of coffee they drink lingers its aroma in their clothes and hair. People who take drugs give off a distinctive order, different types for different drugs. Same for people who drink. A person who drinks vodka has a far different body order then someone who drinks beer, and people who drink absinthe smell very distinctive.

When I’m at Wal-Mart doing my shopping, I can tell you which drug, which drink, and which food, every stranger I walk past is in the habit of using/drinking/eating just from the scents of their body order.

I’m told my scent ability is like that seen in drug-sniffing dogs, and that it is unusual, though not unheard of for people to do it, and that others who have it, are, like myself, blind or legally blind from birth and so develop their scent skills as a way of identifying their surroundings to make up for not being able to see, and that most people rely on sight most, so their brains never develop their smelling skills at all.

Well, this is I think the reason why, in my writing, I rarely talk about a character’s skin colour at all, and instead, I usually describe how the character smells.

Like I'll say:

• * His skin smelled of burned motorcycle oil and spilled gasoline. That glorious fragrance of a man and his car.

• * After a long day at the bakery, he came home, his flesh smelling deliciously of gingerbread and cloves. There was something comforting about dating a pastry chef. The scent of him reminded her of home and grammy's Thanksgiving dinners.

• * The earthy, mossy, peaty scent of the pine forest wafted off him as he walked by. You could tell he was a lumberjack just from the smell of him.

I think I'm somebody who is drawn more to the scents than sights. Probably because I am legally blind, and have been legally blind since I was 8 years old, so I rely heavily on smells to know who a person is. And this reflects in my writing because I am more prone to describe what my characters smell like, rather than what colour they are.

Anyways, I mention this because, when reading, I find writers focus near totally on sights and what they see, describing characters and settings like they were watching a movie. And I find this very jarring to read.

See, I don’t have a TV or go to the movies, not in 50+ years, because, the only way for me to see the screen is for me to sit with my nose inches from the screen. I can hear the tv show or the movie, but, unfortunately, most movies and tv shows, are not made with vision impairments in mind, so a blind person can’t sit and listen to the show and understand what is going on. That is the problem with visual media.

Well, this is why I struggle to read most books published since the 1990s.

Old books from before the 1980s, back to the 1800s, were not heavily influenced by tv or movies, so they are not heavy in visual sight descriptions, but are instead full of sounds and smells, and are wonderful to read.

But almost everything published after 1990, it is painfully obvious that the author never read a book in their life, and thinks in terms of movie pictures, so describes ONLY sights of things, and completely neglects touch, sound, and smell entirely.

• * Soft, fluffy furs
• * smooth, hard polished wood
• * rough grainy beach sand

None of those require sight. All are touch/feel words.

• * Heady, spruce
• * Peaty bog
• * Musty, moulded straw

None of these requires sight. All are smell/scent words.

• * Dried leaves, crunching beneath his feet
• * Spring peeper croaking from the treetops
• * Crashing roar of the ocean waves

None of these requires sight. All are sound/hearing words.

Modern books are as useless to a blind person as tv shows and movies are, because they rely on sight, sight, sight, sight, and more sight, with the authors so fixated on comparing their books to tv shows and movies and visual media, that they are completely incapable of giving the book any non-sight senses for the reader to experience.

The way writers of the 1990s to the current era, do nothing but describe what characters and settings look like, never describing scents/smells or touch/feelings or sounds/hearing, makes it very difficult for visually impaired readers to have one iota of a clue what the writer is describing.

Sure, you can describe skin colour and hair colour, but what does the character smell like? What does their voice sound like? Is their skin soft and smooth? Dry and wrinkled?

I am legally blind. Telling me what colour the character’s skin is, tells me absolutely nothing. White skin. Brown skin. Both are pointless because neither gives me anything I can use to visualize who the character is.

I wish more authors would think with all five senses when writing characters, rather than just giving us useless info like colour of skin, colour of hair, colour of eyes… things that me and every other vision impaired reader can’t use, because listing off colours is utterly meaningless to us.

But yeah, I write my MC’s blind lover this way. He focuses on scents and sounds, he’s very hypervigilant to noticing every slight sound around him, that other characters don’t even notice at all. He’s hypervigilant to changes in smells in the air. He can smell or hear someone enter the room, long before the other characters see the intruder. I write him this way because, I am this way.

But for the most part, I write him not very different from the other characters. He’s a pastry chef, he runs a bakery restaurant; he does the cooking. I’ve had readers ask how a blind person could do that. Guess what? I worked on a food truck. I went to culinary arts school. I do pastry chef type cooking. I KNOW a blind person can do these things because I do these things, and so I write him doing these things.

I don’t have him wearing sunglasses. Though he does wear steampunk goggles, these are usually a fashion statement as he wears them like a headband to hold his dreadlocs out of his face.

BoomFuzzy, my main character's blind husband.

There are times when the story says outright that Boomfuzzy is blind, as with this scene in the food truck, where GhoulSpawn as reordered everything, forgetting that BoomFuzzy was blind, and now the chef, BoomFuzzy is furious, but can neither find anything in his kitchen, nor can he find GhoulSpawn to hit him as GhoulSpawn keeps staying out of reach:

Other times, BoomFuzzy's blindness is not mentioned at all, but rather shown outright to the reader, as in this scene when the trio is lost and BoomFuzzy, frustrated with the other's indesition, suddenly takes the lead, and promptly leads them onto a rotten log, because he could not see that it was too rotted to hold their weight:

More often than not, BoomFuzzy's blindness is seen through Quaraun's eyes, where BoomFuzzy, lost in his routine does not sense any danger, but Quaraun, who can see, sees danger.

If you pay attention to this scene, you can see where, in spite of Quaraun and GhoulSpawn having seen where the keys fell, neither did anything, as they did not want to risk BoomFuzzy's temper, while BoomFuzzy uses his hands to look for the keys that he can not see:

And in a very, very long scene, you see a huge focus on BoomFuzzy's blindness and how he interacts with the world:

You see how BoomFuzzy is frequently described as touching things?

But notice how he's not touching to "see what it looks like". That's an important distinction.

We blind people do not touch things to see them. We do not touch things to figure out what they look like.

We touch things to know where it is. So we do not trip over it or so we can pick it up to use it.

We do NOT think in terms of "oh I want to see what this looks like, let me rub my fingers all over it". That is NOT why we touch things!

There are many stories where BoomFuzzy stomps off angry, often in the forest or on the beach, and only seconds later walks into a tree, trips over a long, slips on seaweed, falls over a pile of driftwood. It happens fast, often only the very next sentence, because he can not see what is ahead of him and so when he spins around to walk off angrily, he can not tell how far he turned, or what direction he is walking.

BoomFuzzy is shown to the reader as prideful, stubborn, and arrogant, to the point that he refuses to use a blind cane, something other characters often try to get him to use. He wants to be self sufficient. He doesn't want to be pitied. He doesn't want help. 

But there are just as many times when the reader sees him, walking arm in arm with Quaraun. Quaraun taking the lead and guiding BoomFuzzy along, while Quaraun describes everything they walk past.

Most modern writing defaults to a “camera eye” approach, because so many authors subconsciously copy movies.

But because I'm vision impaired on near blind levels, I default to writing in the tradition of older prose, with weight on smell, touch, and sound, which is far more immersive for readers, especially those who can’t or don’t want to rely on visuals.

Well, you got to think like that when writing as well.

Too many writers write blind characters as:

LACK OF SIGHT

when instead they should be writing more as

EMPHASIS ON SCENTS AND SOUNDS.

How things sound is going to be what a blind person defaults to noticing first.

Because sighted authors think in terms of lack of sight, they default to writing touch instead or sight, because they think they have to REPLACE sight with a another way to LLOK at things and know what things LOOK like, so they suddenly have characters feeling and touching everything, when, no, that's not the default.

Yes, a blind character has to use their hands to LOCATE where an object is, but no, they are NOT going to use their hands to try to SEE what the object LLOKS like.

Blindness don't work that way.

Most blind people think in terms of SOUND first and SCENT second, with touch being an after thought, and sight never considered at all.

So you want to be describing what things sound like, what does the blind character HEAR when they enter the room? When they go outside.

Think about it this way:

• A sighted person SEES a car coming and knows not to cross the road.

• A blind person HEARS a car coming and knows not to cross the road.

If a blind person used fingers and touch to determine if it was safe to cross the road, they'd be in the street on their hands and knees feeling around for cars driving by. Can you see NOW how utterly ridiculous it is for sighted writers to default to writing a blind character focused on touch first?

A blind person uses SOUND first and foremost as a replacement for sight. And that's the #1 way you can tell a sighted person wrote a blind character: when the writer did NOT default to SOUND being the primary sensory focus.

• Focus on smells, textures, and sounds and avoid sight-based description.

• Describe the world as YOUR CHARACTERS experience it, not how YOU experience it. And for a blind character that means through scent, sound, touch, and taste, not sight.

• No colours, no visual comparisons. Only sensory writing that a blind person would notice.

• When your blind character enters, describe what he smells, hears, or feels around him before anyone says a word.

Stay grounded in character-driven sensory filtering.

• Do not describe colours, shapes, or visual scenes.

• No cinematic descriptions. 

• No ‘camera-eye’ writing. 

• Avoid any phrasing that reads like a movie script.

• Do not compare things to what they look like; compare them to how they smell, sound, or feel.

As for the question of should your blind character touch faces of other characters to see what they look like? 

NO!

HELL NO!

What the fuck?

Why do sighted authors think we blind folks default to wanting to see what everyone looks like?

Newsflash: We don't!

I never have BoomFuzzy touching people’s faces, because I would never touch people's faces!

OMG!

Gross!

Why would you touch someone's face!

I just want to gag and vomit at the thought of it!

Don’t write the face touching thing. It IS so annoying that fictional media always has blind characters reaching out and touching faces. I am legally blind and I've known several others who were blind or legally blind and I've never touched anyone's face, nor do I know anyone who ever has.

The whole face touching thing is just weird and gross. I couldn't imagine ever reaching out and touching someone's face. That's just so eeeeeeeew on so many levels. Makes me cringe all over just to think of it. I could never do that. Especially since I have OCD and major germaphobia issues. You better be gloved up if you even want me to shake hands.

I have never touched a person's face. Not even my husband's and we've been married since August 13, 1987, almost 40 years now.

I've known other blind people, besides myself, including my grandfather was born blind. It runs in the family. A genetic thing. And I've asked, and they all have said touching faces is weird and they've never done it either.

I am blind. I've personally known multiple dozens of blind people. And I've asked all of them about the face touching trope. I've yet to encounter a blind person whom has ever touched anyone's face.

It's actually something we who are blind, like to joke and laugh about, because we just find it totally ridiculous that, we don't give a shit what anything looks like, we who can not define beauty or ugly because both are visual things... we think it's silly that sighted people are so obsessed with what things look like, that they think ,we who have zero concept of what things look like would have any desire to "see" someone's face at all, let alone "see" if it is a beautiful face.

What is a beautiful face? How would I even know? I wouldn't.

I can tell you a beautiful voice. I can't tell you a beautiful smell. But by what standard could I touch someone's face and say they are beautiful?

Have YOU ever touched someone's face?

The very idea of touching someone's face repulsed me. What am I going to touch? Snot dripping from their nose? Am I at risk of stabbing them in the eye with my long fingernails? Pimples? Blackheads? Warts? Wrinkles? Sweat?

Who wants to touch those things?

No one.

But look at WHY writers have a blind person touch a face... to "see" what that person looks like? How ridiculous is that? We can't see anything else. We aren't running around rubbing our hands up and down every person, car, tree, dog we pass trying to "see" what they look like. So why would we be so out of character as to suddenly want to "see" a lover's face?

We don't.

We who are blind, we really don't have any desire to "see" our lovers' faces. We don't even think about it, because we don't think in terms of sight at all.

We aren't moping around all day boo hooing and wallowing in self pity oh woe is me I wish I could see... the way tv shows, movies, and books in fictional media always portrays us. In fact, quite the contrary, we don't think about seeing at all. Why would we? We can't even grasp the concept of what it would be like to see something so, it's just completely mind boggling why fictional media portrays us as 24 hours a day obsessed with seeing everything.

Like I said, I can understand if the character was sighted their entire life and is suddenly blind from an accident or illness or something. Well, yeah, now THAT character is going to be scared and running around wanting to see everything, and THAT character being used to decades of sight, might touch a lover's face and obsess about seeing their beauty...

...but, a character who was born blind, or whom went blind in early childhood, is not going to be trying to "see" things because they haven't got a clue what "seeing" things would even be like, nor do they have the desire to "see" things.

Like I said, we who actually are blind, think the face touching trope is just absolutely absurd and can't understand how it became a popular trope to begin with, when in the real world, no actually blind, person is going to even think in terms of seeing someone's face to being with.

I have a difficult time wrapping my mind around the concept of wanting to know what someone's face looks like at all and I've been blind for five decades. It's never occurred to me to have a desire to see what faces look like.

So, I don't know if that's any help or not, because, I just can't think of a context where I would ever touch another person's face.

Likewise, most blind people don’t wear sunglasses, and those that do, do so for a variety of reasons.

I do. And I know one other guy who did (he died a few years ago). And we are the only two blind people I ever encountered who wore sunglasses.

With him, his eyes had turned into weird looking tumours and grossed people out so he wore just regular big sunglasses to hide his eyes so people wouldn't run away scared of him.

Me, I can't wear just regular sunglasses off the rack. I have a prescription for them. My eyes are hyper sensitive to light, even dim light causes searing pain in my head, feels like someone is stabbing an ice pick through my skull then beating it with a hammer. Major migraines big time. The sunglasses I have have prescription lenses in them, plus they wrap around my entire face, with a shield over the top that comes back to my forehead, and shields on the side stems as well, with lenses in all three of those places. Essentially, they completely block out any form of light getting to my eyes. I wear them inside as well.

Yes, blind people are going to view the world differently and have to maneuver around with the help of senses other than sight, but if they’ve been blind most of their life or were born blind, any level of legally blind, for any length of time, they will also be so used to it that they can walk among sighted people without anyone ever even realizing they are blind.

We don’t rely on sight, sure, but we have our ears, fingers, and nose, to tell us everything a sighted person knows with their eyes.

Yes, there are things I can't do.

Yes, there are things I need help with.

But for the most part I am 100% independent and don't require help at all.

Disabilities are rarely what the nondisabled think they are. And I don't think writers mean to romanticize them, rather I think they just don't understand what being disabled is like, so they focus on it more than they need to, without realizing that we who are disabled, don't spend 24 hours a day thinking about our disabilities.

We are regular people with regular careers and regular hobbies, we just use scent and sound to filter the world. Otherwise we are no different from anyone else.

Hope this helps you out. Good luck with your project!

On Being Legally Blind:

One of the top 3 most asked questions people send me, is to ask what it is that I actually see. I am legally blind, yet I have a driver's license and drive a car... but I NEVER drive over 25MPH, because I am legally blind and I can not see far enough, clearly enough to even attempt to drive over 25mph.

And it confuses people the fact that people hear "legally blind" but automatically ASSUME (incorrectly) that "blind" means I see only blackness. Blind people seeing blackness is a myth created by HollyWood movies and does not actually exist in the real world and very few sighted people seem to be aware of this.

Over 70% of "fully blind" people have SOME vision, as the criteria to be "FULLY blind" is not being able to see past three inches.

The only blind people who see "blackness" like the movies show, are those who have damage to the eyes, or have no eyes at all... and EVEN THEN... people without eyes often DO NOT see "blackness" at all and instead see white with rainbow flashes of light, because it is actually your brain and not your eyes that cause colours vs blackness, to begin with, thus why people without eyes can see see colours.

Blindness is a lot more varied then sighted people are generally aware of and often blindness has more to do with the brain then the eyes. Which is why there are blind people whose eyes seemingly function normally and eye doctors say have nothing wrong with their eyes at all, aka, the eyes have no cause of that person's blindness, and their lack of sight is caused by something like a brain tumour or a blood clot, or some other issue not directly related to the eye.

And such is the case with my own blindness.

My eyes have damage to the rods and cones which causes SOME but not all of my vision issues. What this means is the rods and cones in my eyes are malformed, some too long, some too short, and this is a thing I was born with, that causes severe nearsightedness.

At the age of 4 years old I was hit in the face. An adult in his 30s, grabbed the fallen limb (limb - not brand - a limb the thickness of an adult's leg and nearly as long) of a pine tree and beat me in the face with it. A large "splinter" of wood embedded itself into my left eye, and required surgery to remove it. I have been "legally blind" in my left eye ever since.

BUT...

Doctors suspect some level of brain damage occurred, a result of being beaten in the face with the pine limb, because my vision DRAMATICLY changed, in both eyes, and yet, eye doctors could not find a reason for the change, that was directly related to my eyes.

My doctors believe/assume (but never actually diagnosed) the theory that, most likely my brain moved around inside my skull, slammed against my skull, and likely blot clots formed and likely parts of the brain died. They then concluded too that this also caused my hearing issues.

I am almost deaf since this event, but was not deaf prior to it.

And my speech issues.

I am classified as "semi-mute" due to severe delayed reaction aka, it can take between  three to five minutes for me to go from hearing you ask me a question, to my convincing my mouth to open and start talking - it takes immense amounts of my physically thinking "speak, speak, speak, speak, speak" for me to get my brain to "trigger" and cause my mouth to start moving and words to come out. This speech issue was not any issue before the beaten with the pine limb.

It is faster for me to write down my answer, then it is for me to get my brain to send the message to my mouth that it has to move for words to come out.

Unfortunately, the average person speaks automatically without having to think about it, and so the average person does not stick around long enough to hear my respond. Usually by the time I've gotten my brain telling my mouth to move, the person who spoke to me is 50 or 70 or more feet away and no longer waiting for an answer. 

The person will then turn to others saying that I am rude for not answering them, when in fact it is their own ableist ass who was rude for walking away and not giving a disabled person time to answer.

But also, as stated before, I am nearly deaf, another side effect of this injury. 

You MUST be VERY close to me for me to hear you at all. AND you MUST be in front of me. NOT behind me. NOT beside me. 

• If you are BEHIND me and talking to me, I CAN NOT hear you and will have no clue you said anything at all.

• If you are BESIDE me and talking to me, I CAN NOT hear you and will have no clue you said anything at all.

• If you are IN FRONT OF ME, but more then TWENTY FEET AWAY from me and talking to me, I CAN NOT hear you and will have no clue you said anything at all.

•  You MUST be DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ME, FACING me and within twenty feet of me, for me to HEAR you and within TEN feet for me to UNDERSTAND what you say.

It is very common for people to complain that I ignored them when they spoke to me. However, there has NEVER been a point in my life of me ever ignoring anyone at all.

People who complain I ignored them are people who either were unaware or forgot that I am LEGALLY BLIND and also NEARLY DEAF, and what they interpret as ignoring them, is in fact me not being aware they were there at all because I could neither see nor hear them.

This hearing issue is WHY my son's murderer was able to sneak up behind me and sever my spine with a golf club, without my even knowing they were there.

In any case, at age 4, after being beaten in the head with a large limb, my sight developed what doctors called "ocular auras" and a "form of" "tunnel vision".

Two things occurred:

1: A form of tunnel vision: 

• I no longer see a "single image". Aka, when you look ahead, normal vision sees one panoramic image of the world around them. And I used to see that way.

• But now, it is like a piece of black paper is in front of me and two holes are cut out of the paper, and I am trying to look through those two holes, but most of what I see is the black boarders around the two holes, but also they are more very dark red then black.

2: ocular auras: which are DIFFERENT in the left eye vs the right eye:

• The left eye:---
• the left side is near completely obscured by a "shimmering" or "glittering" moving opalescent blur, that has "disco ball" type reflective white dots moving in constant circles, and reflecting off the colours of whatever is in front of me. So, if a person standing in front of my is wearing blue, all the little white "disco ball" dots turn hundreds of shades of blue.

• The best way I can think to describe it for sighted people to understand it is this: it is like you are driving your car at noon, and driving right into the sun, and trying to see through the blinding white glare of the sun reflecting off your dashboard, and can only get "coloured halo" glimpses of outlines of objects ahead of you, because the glaring BLINDING white light of the noon sun on your car windshield is BLINDING you.

• This is ONLY my left eye and closing my left eye causes this to go away. Wearing VERY DARK "black out" wrap around sunglasses minimizes this a lot, and it is why I can not go outside in daylight without said super dark, wrap around glasses on.

• I physically CAN NOT go outside in the sunlight without said dark glasses on, because I am FULLY blind when doing so.

• When fully blind vs legal blind, I can see NOTHING but the blinding white glare, and am not able to walk... vertigo sets in and I fall over and can neither stand up of walk at all.

• Vs the right eye: ---

• The right eye, is mostly "normal" nearsightedness, with some exceptions that come and go.

• Black spots hover over my right eye and change depending on the weather. The weather, particularly how hot vs how cold it is MASSIVLY impacts my vision, which changes daily with the temperature.

• In winter and temperatures below 68F, the black spots vary from tiny dark grey blurry pinpricks that are mildly annoying but do not obscure vision. I am BEST able to see things most clearly when the weather is BELOW 50F.

• To during heat waves, the black spots become massive "dalmatian spot" blotch shapes that obscure 90%+ of my vision. My vision is at its worst when temperatures reach 80F

• Most of the year, the black spots are fairly small and float around, as though they were ink spots in clear oil.

And the ocular auras of the right eye, are different then the ocular auras of the left eye:

This is how I see all the time, for five decades now:

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8SwXWRV/ 

This video is not made by me and it is describing a different medical condition, but the blurred, glowing, haloed "aura vision" that is is showing, is the CLOSEST video I've been able to find to show, how it is I see.

it doesn't come and go, it's just always there. it's why I am classified as legally blind. But the glow is bigger for me. A lot bigger.

This video shows small in one tiny area.

But for me it is all around my eye lids (so its like I'm looking out of two holes, and not seeing one single panoramic view, but the left side hole i look out of is near fully filled in like this, while the right side hole is only around the outer edges, but the right side hole has black spots floating over it.) It shows up blinding white with rainbow edges around street lights, lamps, car headlights, flashlights, the moon... its why I am fully blind in daylight and while I can see at night like a cat.

People are often perplexed by that, but I have near perfect vision in darkness. I can see at night, very clearly, for a distance of well over a hundred feet.

But in daytime, I can not see even eight inches, because this glowing blur obscures my vision.

But at night, this glowing blur dims quite a bit, and I see night time, the same way a normal person sees in the day time.

Always seen like this. My vision is always this way it doesn't come and go, it just stays like this steady.

Doctors started trying to diagnose it when i was 4 years old.

9 different eye doctors have been unable to diagnose it. They said it causes me to have inexplicable night vision like a cat, and causes me to see around two million additional colours that normal eyes do not see. It is why glasses do not fully help and why I am considered legally blind. It is brighter around people's heads, and it goes away completely for an hour or two before someone dies. Its why I've always been accurately able to predict every death within a couple hours.

Its why my Atwaters relatives call me a demon. A few call it "Faerie Sighted".

It is why I can not tell people apart by looking at them.

Every one's faces looks like this glowing blur. I identify people by their hair and voice.

I don't know what anyone's face looks like.

It is also why I can not identify my son's murderer. 

I can not identify the face of ANY person. Not my parents. Not my siblings. No one. There is no one on this planet, whose face I can recognize.

I can only see a person's face for the last hour or two before they die. Its the only time the glow goes away.

As a child, I used to point out people in the store or around town or in church and tell the adults with me: "Their light has gone out! I can see their face. They will be dead before sunset." And no matter who is was, the person ALWAYS died... my relatives became convinced I was a demon putting curses on people.

As I grew older, I quickly learned not to point out people whose faces I could see. I stopped telling adults around me who would die, stopped pointing out the people who did not have their face obscured by a glow.

But just because I stopped pointing it out, does not mean I stopped seeing it.

To this day, five decades later, I still can not see anyone's faces, except for in the hour or two before their death, and it still terrifies people, so I still don't point it out. And to this day, there is no eye doctor who has yet been able to diagnose why my eyes are like this. Why I am blind by daytime, why I can see at night, why all lights no matter how dim are blinding rainbow edged whiteness, why I can not see faces... I don't have an explanation for it, because no doctor has yet been able to explain it to me.

But THAT it what I see as a legally blind person.

It is not blackness that I see, but blinding whiteness, with rainbow blurs, hovering in front of my eyes, obscuring my view...I can see a "ring" of the world between the glowing white centre and the black outline of seeing the insides of my eyelids.

And this is also why I write my main character's (Quaraun)'s husband (BoomFuzzy) as legally blind, and write his blindness symptoms the way I do. This is the type of blindness I know from lived experience, and so it is the type of blindness I write my character in my novels having.

I do find it funny, that a common thing readers say to me is some variation of:

"I forgot BoomFuzzy was supposed to be blind. You have him moving around without a cane, he is a chef, he drives a food truck, and he acts like a normal sighted person most of the time, then suddenly he walks into a tree or trips on a rock, or a scene of someone helping him cross the street reminds me he is blind. But don't blind people just see pitch black all the time? Why do you write him driving a truck, I don't get it?"

Well, if you pay attention I write BoomFuzzy with a SPECIFIC medical condition: "legally blind from ocular albinism" which is the medical condition, with the most similar symptoms to how I see the world.

It allows me to write him interacting with the world, the same way I do, and indeed, I DO drive a car, I used to work on a food truck, I went to culinary arts school, I can cook quite well, while I do have a white tipped blind cane I am rarely using it, I do walk around the city streets by myself without need for help... and yeah... people DO often forget, or even not realize at all that I am MEDICALLY classified as LEGALLY BLIND, because general public has a singular misconception of what BLIND actually means as a medical term, when the ACTUAL medical term of LEGALLLY BLIND is vastly different from what most people think it is.

If you forget BoomFuzzy is blind, then yeah, I've written him accuratly to REAL blindness, becauseit is VERY RARE for anyone around me to be aware I am blind, simply because, I've been blind for over five decades and never knew the world as a sighted person, so I manuveer the world in my normal.

If an adult who always knew the sighted world becomes blind, now THAT is VERY different, because they EXPECT to use their eyes for everything, so they trip and stumble and fall and walk into things OFTEN and DAILY because they are NOT USED to being blind.

But someone who has been blind since childhood, has NEVER LEARNED to maneuver with their eyes.

• Pay attention and you will notice blind people DO NOT listen to music... because they listen to sounds. 

• Sighted people wear earbuds and bounce their heads to music has they walk down the street because they rely on their eyes to tell them when it is safe to cross the street.

• A blind person NEVER listens to music because they NEED to use their EARS to tell if it is safe to cross the street.

• Pay attention and you will notice blind people DO NOT walk in the centre of a hallway.. 

• Sighted people walk down the middle of a school hallway because they rely on their eyes to tell them when to avoid other people.

• A blind person ALWAYS walks on the side against the wall, with one hand touching the wall as they walk, because they rely on TOUCH to tell them when someone is coming.

You can tell a person is blind by how they interact with their world IF you pay attention. But often blind people are just so used to being blind, that you never notice they are blind at all.

It is presumed (again not diagnosed, as no brain scans were ever done, so it is just doctors guessing) that this injury is also what caused my insanely advanced reading and writing abilities.

• By the time I was just 8 years old I was already writing and publishing on average 1 to 2 novels per month, 

• and by the time I was 9 years old I had read the King James Bible cover to cover like a novel four times,

• and it took me only 3 months at the age of 8 years old to read all 99 volumes of the Funk and Wagner Encyclopedia. 

• I was only 9 years old when declared a savant in "Grammar and Composition", with an IQ of 221 in Reading, Writing, and Literature

• at age 10 it took me only 6 months to read all the books listed in The World's 100 Classics (things like A Tale of Two Cities, War and Peace, ect) and all the novels of The Authors card game (things like Treasure Island, Scarlet Letter, etc) - books that most adults struggle to read, I was flying through in a matter of hours, often reading 3 or more novels DAILY

• I was only 16 years old when I got my PhD in Bible Studies, Christian Theology, and History of World Religions.

It is also presumed that this injury is what caused me to be unable to do numbers or math on any level at all. In spite of decades of remedial training, I have yet to learn how to do addition or subtraction, and even counting, reading calendars, or telling time on clocks is impossible for me to this day fifty years later.  

And while my IQ in Reading, Writing, and Literature is the 3rd highest in the world, it is countered by the fact that my AVERAGE overall IQ is only 75.

My IQ in the realm of Maths is only 50.

Yep. 

Take away Reading, Writing, and Literature from the IQ tests of MENSA and Harvard (the two places  that tested me) and my IQ score for almost everything else was 50, 55, 65, ot 75. 

Meaning medically I am correctly termed and diagnosed as "SEVERELY MENTALLY RETARDED".

I am what is known in layman's terms as "A RainMan type Autistic Savant", meaning I had one thing I was doing and scoring off the charts with (in my case reading and writing) but for everything else, I was so far below the lowest scores that I would struggle to even reach as high as a score of F, let alone D, with things like A, B, and C not even in the realm of possibility.

The part of the brain that controls vision, (occipital lobe) also controls writing and reading function, and my doctors speculate that when this injury occurred, my brain, no longer able to properly control vision, switched gears to put all it's focus on reading and writing skills instead, thus causing the extreme high function of my ability to read and write.

My doctors also speculate that the part of the brain which controls math and science aptitude, was likely also damaged to the point of fully not functioning at all, thus further causing the overcompensation in the reading and writing parts.

But all of this, yes, are all side effects and symptoms of a brain injury that left me legally blind when I was a toddler.

Here is representation of how I see the world:

Because it is often difficult for people to visualis how it is I see the world, just through a description, I made a filter lense for my camera, that very closely mimics what it is I see when I look at the same things others look at.

Here are seven photos of the calendar I have hanging on my wall.

In the first column is the photos of the calendar pages without the filter on my camera lense, and so what you see is how NORMAL VISION people see.

In the 2nd column is each of the exact same calendar pages, but this time taken with the filter lense on the camera, to show you what it is I as a legally blind person see.

A Person With Normal vision Sees This:	I Am Legally Blind and I See This Instead:
A Person With Normal vision Sees This:	I Am Legally Blind and I See This Instead:
A Person With Normal vision Sees This:	I Am Legally Blind and I See This Instead:
A Person With Normal vision Sees This:	I Am Legally Blind and I See This Instead:
A Person With Normal vision Sees This:	I Am Legally Blind and I See This Instead:
A Person With Normal vision Sees This:	I Am Legally Blind and I See This Instead:
A Person With Normal vision Sees This:	I Am Legally Blind and I See This Instead:

I can never win at games like Dutch Blitz, because when you play Dutch Blitz you see this:

But when I play Dutch Blitz, I see this:

That is how the world looks to me.

Does AI agree with me on how to write blind characters? Let's find out.

Let's do one last thing here and see what we get.

As you know (or didn't but now you do), since the release of ChatGPT, I often end my articles by asking ChtGPT to write it's own little blog post on the same topic. Let's do that now and see what it has to say and find out if it agrees with what I've already said.

We are using ChatGPT5, whatever version was "default" for today October 1, 2025.

(NOTE: This is a "custom ChatGPT5" that has had ALL of my novels, novellas, short stories, poems, and every article from this website uploaded into it's "local database" and so it DOES default to scanning articles I already published (like this one) to draw on when giving it's answers. So, don't be surprised if it actually just rehashes this article, lol!)

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

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The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.

BoomFuzzy

Quaraun

GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy

GhoulSpawn

GhoulSpawn and Quaraun

Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series

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