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My dear lgbt+ kids,
Here’s another personal ramble but this time a happy one: I legally changed my name and gender marker today!
I want to tell you a bit about my journey here. But before we get into that, you may need some context! In case you’re not from Germany, here’s a quick explanation of how the legal stuff works here:
Until recently, changing your name and gender marker was a complicated, expensive and stressful process. You had to go to court, get evaluated by two psychologists, and jump through a lot of bureaucratic hoops. But as of November 2024, Germany finally has a new law called the Self-Determination Act (Selbstbestimmungsgesetz).
Under this law, you simply make a declaration at your local registry office (Standesamt), then there’s a mandatory waiting period of three months and then you get the official name change appointment where you just have to confirm by signature that you really want to do it and then you get a new birth certificate! There’s no need for expert reports, medical „proof“ or a court decision anymore.
As someone who has a lot of pre-existing mental health history and not a lot of money, the old system made a legal name change fully inaccessible to me. So this new law is not only a huge step for the trans community in general but also for me personally!
When it came into effect in November 2024, I wanted to apply right away - but I was in the middle of applying for disability benefits and was advised that a name change in the middle of that process would complicate it, so I had to wait. I’ll admit that it was very hard, emotionally. As happy as I was to see other trans people change their name, I also struggled with some ugly feelings of jealousy. I also kept worrying that, somehow, the law would be rolled back before I get to actually use it (with the lengthy process of fighting for disability benefits and the mandatory waiting period on top of that…) and I’d be stuck with my dead name forever just because I didn’t want to risk complications for my disability benefits application by doing it right away!
I finally got to apply for a name change in April 2025 (a nice birthday gift to myself!). The process itself was super easy (fill out a simple form and send it via mail to the Standesamt), albeit there were some small confusions that I unnecessarily worried about (I heard from other people that they just downloaded the form on their towns website but couldn’t find any form on my towns website and was torn between just printing out some other towns form and hoping my town will accept it (since the actual content would be the same) or writing them a letter requesting their form, and then ended up doing both just to be safe, and then worried that doing both may lead to confusion and accidentally slow down the process! That was just a lot of overthinking on my part, which wasn’t helped by it taking weeks until I heard anything back - but when I did, it was a letter confirming my application and telling me the earliest appointment date I could get after the waiting period. I confirmed I want that date.
Having an actual date for it came with a rollercoaster of emotions. It made it so real. When I first came out to myself as transgender, years ago - when I found the words to describe the gender dysphoria I felt since childhood and realized that I’m not a broken, weird woman who is really bad at being a woman, I am simply a man - I still told myself it’d only be my „fun little secret“. I tried to convince myself that I could treat it like some dirty fantasy I only live out in my head and never tell anyone about. Obviously, that wasn’t very healthy or sustainable and only made the gender dysphoria feel unbearable. Looking back at these memories and those feelings, and comparing it to me now having a date where I’ll actually legally change my gender marker, that brought on an overwhelming sense of happiness and relief.
I felt like I could finally (metaphorically) hug child me who decided he’d rather starve to death than ever eat enough to start puberty and develop boobs and teenage me who decided he’d rather die than ever turn into an adult woman - and tell them that we made it. We stayed alive to grow into a man. We stayed alive to see a world that acknowledges you, that sees you and knows you need this. You need to be seen as who you truly are, and now our paperwork will reflect that. We made it. We can breathe now.
I said „rollercoaster of emotions“, so you can already guess that some less happy feelings also sneaked in - but, unlike transphobes would probably love to read here, there were never any feelings of regret. I never worried that I was making the wrong choice in the sense of „What if I change my name and then realize I’m a woman after all“. Never even crossed my mind.
What I did worry about, however, was encountering transphobia. Either directly at the Standesamt or at the bank, health insurance company, disability benefits office…. all the places I’d have to notify of the name change later. And on a broader scale also by political parties and society as a whole, especially with the Afd (German Nazi Party comparable to Trump in the US) growing rapidly in popularity. I worry about putting a target on my back by leaving a papertrail of me being trans - but I do not worry about being wrong. I never worried that I might be wrong. Only that the world might not let me be right.
I can’t speak for the latter parts yet - but at least at the Standesamt, all these worries were baseless. I came in, equally buzzing with excitement and shaking with nervous anticipation, he said „You’re here for the name change appointment, right?“, I said yes, he smiled and went „It’s so cool you’re doing this!“. I immediately relaxed.
The actual appointment took exactly 13 minutes. I confirmed that they got my personal information right, I confirmed that I want to do this and am aware of the laws around it, I paid 70 euro, I showed him my old birth certificate and got handed my new one, we had some pleasant smalltalk (he asked if the name Oliver has any special meaning, things like that). He even apologized for also legally having to inform me of the laws around changing back to my birth name if I should ever decide to. I think he was as worried about him (accidentally) being transphobic as I had been!
Before the appointment, I felt a bit down about the fact that nobody would come along with me and hug me right after. I don’t know if that’s a strange or relatable thing, but it’s something I felt. I saw all these posts on social media by trans people who had their appointments in the months before mine and they all seemed to go with their partner, friends or family, with someone who would congratulate them and hug them after. Of course this is something you do for yourself and your happiness and your future, and I can already hear the transphobes say „see, he’s proof they only do it for attention!“ - but it is a big milestone and I think it deserves some attention. I think it’s human to want some attention for positive news in your life. And so I worried I’d come out of the Standesamt, still on cloud nine with excitement.. and then land pretty hard on the cold ground when I stand there alone. This worry flared up painfully this morning when I talked to my mom about the appointment before leaving and she went „Oh, that’s why it has been raining so heavily, God is crying“ - it was a stupid comment that I should’ve easily brushed off but it hit me harder than I’d like to admit.
The worry didn’t come true, though. I came out of the Standesamt and I texted my partner (who was at work) and then I got myself a piece of cake - and I felt very calm and content.
My mom did in fact congratulate me after, and so did my siblings. But it turned out I didn’t need that emotional hug right after to celebrate it. I walked out of the Standesamt not just with a new birth certificate, but with a feeling of peace - the peace younger me had been waiting for.
With all my love,
Your Tumblr Dad
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oh it's baaaad tonight lol. lmao. i have no fucking idea what we should tell counselor tomorrow because if we tell her this shit then she's likely going to put us in the psych ward and the psych ward is genuinely only going to make everything worse.
let's think, what is better for the patient?:
A: psych ward where you cannot go outside, cannot even open a window, you have to stay in your room except for meal time at which point they get mad at you for staying in your room, they have true crime shows playing on the TV in the activity room during when you go in there for meals, and there is nobody to talk to except the nurses who seem to hate you for existing. they shine a flashlight directly into your face several times a night to make sure you are ... alive still i guess??? why do they have to shine it into your face wtf actually. they get mad at you for asking for basic amenities such as toothpaste and god fucking help you if you ask for a toothbrush. you get 1-2 hours a day in the afternoon to use your phone, but there is no internet access unless you have data. all you have to do is read a book if you brought one with you or work on one of the few puzzles they have - they will be suspicious and cranky if you ask for drawing supplies. a person is probably going to be screaming or loudly crying at random periods throughout the day and night in the solitary room. your mother will be angry at you for being mentally ill. you don't have to do any chores though!
B: not being in psych ward, you can go outside and to the grocery store for food and choose your own meals but you have to clean up after yourself. you can be at home with all your art supplies, or you can go to the centre and talk to people who generally are mostly nice (or talk to the activity workers who actually do give a shit about you and are usually interested in what you have to say). you can sleep in your own bed. you have 24/7 internet access when you are home. you do not have to worry about medication being forced upon you.
sure is a hard thing to figure out, huh! (sarcasm)
#🖤🌻#thinking we should prob just not tell her anything about all of this but I dunno man#I'm genuinely concerned we're going to end up dead within the next month lol#like do i want to kill myself? yes of course. i fucking hate myself. but i don't want to kill the others who share this life.#so. yeah. shrugging. not sure what to do about all this.#the only reason we have to tell her is to get help but i don't think she'd have any useful help to offer lmfao#like we are waiting on doctor for disability form completion so we can send it in. housing waitlist cannot be changed or influenced.#we're just fucked <3#(and I'm not asking her for help in filling out the housing applications lmao I'm going to ask the activity worker tomorrow morning)
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I'm in the UK. To renew a blue badge (aka getting a new one, there's no easy renewal form/button) you need the past five years of medical history. It lasts three years.
You can't walk due to a permanent disability? Yeah we need evidence of the past 5yrs of medical history. Yes even though nothing's changed. Yes even though you gave us half of this last time.
It's the same with freedom passes. As if someone who's profoundly deaf is going to magically have gained their hearing back (the pass lasts 5yrs but they ask for evidence you still need it after 2-3yrs).
It's a pisstake, aimed to stop people claiming I'm sure.
the government "checking in" on disabled people to make sure were still disabled is one of the most demeaning and humiliating things out there, how is there no checkbox that says "this persons disability is lifelong and incurable" why do you think people's amputated limbs will grow back, are you on the hunt for the return of jesus christ and your way of catching him is hoping that the blind will see again????
#you may ask how I know this#given that I work in a library and don't know anyone in my social life who has a blue badge#about half our work is govt or council forms#or scanning evidence for such#council phone lines for blue badge help are open two days a week for two hours each day#we're a community library#we're not even run by the council#funding from them is extremely minimal#we SHOULDNT BE THE DEFAULT SOCIAL SERVICES FOR THESE DAMMIT#and yet#theres us and citizens advice#citizens advice send ppl to us bc theyre so full#our appts are booked up until early may#ppl come in for walk-ins but if they need help with the whole form then tough luck you gotta wait a month and i HATE it#If you're going to make disabled people go through this humiliating process then at least have somewhere available for help ffs#🔪🔪🔪#also we have ON THE REGULAR ppl who need help with pip forms bc FUCK are those complicated but you gotta fill those out within#a month of them being filled out#and with reference to the tags above#you can see why this is an issue#its not just our borough we have people from several boroughs away#ppl sent by their gp#pip forms take like 3hrs to fill out so they HAVE to have appts#its ridiculous#i HATE having to tell ppl who are almost in tears that we dont have an appt in time for the deadline#and that maybe if they call the dwp theyll extend the deadline#bc they have a date set for getting the form filled out so its not like nebulous and excuses#and i HATE that thats all we can do#anyway these tags arent so much related to the original point sorry but i had to get them out#bc the problems caused by that just makes the whole system more humiliating and WORSE
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DashCon 2 Going Forward
Oh my god guys, it was SO GOOD.
The whole staff team has had quite the weekend, decompressing, unpacking our U-Haul, and tying up loose ends. This is one of them.
IS MERCH STILL AVAILABLE?
Yes! We are leaving merch sales open for one week, so sales close Monday, July 14th. We send the numbers out for production the next day and mail them as soon as we receive them. We should begin shipping later orders in August, but orders we currently have stock for will be shipping out as soon as we can. Please note that THE DUEL collection is a limited release that will not be available after Monday, July 14th.
OH NO, I THINK I LOST SOMETHING AT DASHCON 2
We have a big collection of lost and found items! I do not want these in my house! Please see this Google Doc to view our inventory of lost items. You will have 48 hours (Until Wednesday, July 9th) to claim your lost item(s). Please DM us or email us at [email protected] to claim your missing item
I HAVE THOUGHTS!
We’d love to hear from you! Especially about accessibility - we want to centre disabled people in our planning, but disability is a broad spectrum and we have blind spots, so we want to hear about what we can improve on. If you have the time, please fill out our accessibility feedback form.
Feedback for general comments/suggestions will have its own form, coming soon.
CAN I HAVE THE VODS?
Yep! If you attended DashCon 2 in any way (virtually, IRL, volunteering) you'll get the VODs emailed to you when we're finally done processing them. If you didn't get to attend DashCon 2 or VirtualDash, don't worry: you can still buy VOD access! We're selling them via Simpli Events. The listing won't go up until they can be purchased. Like VirtualDash tickets, a portion of the proceeds will go to the Canadian Cancer Society.
And now, the big one:
ARE YOU MAKING ANOTHER DASHCON 2?
TL;DR: We don’t know yet!
At the very least, we want to. We still have a lot of boring back-end stuff that needs our attention (for example, connecting with an accountant. Tax law, man, I've never felt closer to Edmund) and we have to have some long conversations about where we go from here. We have a few ideas, but nothing is settled yet. Seasoned event planners have given the sage advice to wait a few weeks before making any decisions, and they haven't steered us wrong before.
Even if we don’t ever do DashCon again, we will be opening a more permanent Discord where folks from both DashCon 2 and VirtualDash can keep in touch. You'll get that link by email, along with the VODs. Community is more important now than ever, and we won’t gatekeep that from you. gaslighting and girlbossing, tho, will continue until morale improves.
In conclusion, thank you all so much for such an incredible convention. We had a wonderful time, and we're grateful to each and every one of you who came up to us to share your experiences and excitement. We've been overwhelmed by how positive the reception to this event has been, and we're so incredibly happy and grateful to have cultivated such a beautiful community.
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Thank you so much for this blog. Can I take a moment to ask the rest of your followers to please stop using it to ask for *permission* to write whatever they're trying to write? On every ask that starts with "can I write XYZ?", I just wanna grab the asker by the shoulders and ask back "what do you think is going to happen if you do?"
Since there's no ableism police going around inspecting amateur creative projects, this is really a poorly worded version of "is this bad/ableist/problematic/gonna get me cancelled/punished?", with an undercurrent of "am I bad? Am I a bad person? Please reassure me that I'm not a bad person", which is a hell of a lot to drop on a handful of strangers online who can only ever give you a bit of information and their own biased personal opinions.
I swear I'm not trying to be a jerk about this. It's good that so many people want to depict disability in fiction beyond flat stereotypes. But it's incredibly hard to create *anything* with this level of anxiety and craving for approval. It's sooo much better to be driven by playful curiosity. Learn to love research! Don't underestimate your capacity for critical thinking! Dare to form your own opinions! The worst that can (and will) happen is that you'll be wrong and make mistakes. Big deal.
I also invite everyone to get further along in the writing process before running to consult here. Writing is rewriting, and it's easier to rewrite what's already on the page than toy with hypothetical ideas forever. Tumblr jokes a lot about the mere existence of bad pieces of writing being "a hate crime", but let's get real. Your accidentally ableist first draft is not an act of violence, and treating it that way is not disability advocacy or activism or helpful to anyone.
Sorry if this ended up too long or verbose. What do you mods think? Agree/disagree?
I can't speak for the other mods but I mostly agree TBH.
There's much more to writing disabled characters than just getting a "stamp of approval" that what you're doing "is OK". And it's not that it's bad to consult others to make sure you're not being ableist (it isn't), but a good disabled character can't just be a character that's Not Offensive.
They should be well researched, they should be interesting, and they shouldn't just be there to be "good disabled rep". They should be a character, not a diversity quota to fill.
I've addressed the whole "no one is actually going to Cancel You if you write something ableist" in one of my older posts about writing characters with facial differences because it's true. One billion movies and series and comics come out every year and a ton of them are ableist, and I promise you no one is getting "cancelled" over having a villain with a scar.
I stopped answering those "is it ok if my villain is deformed and scarred?!??" asks because they don't really add anything, they're usually not looking to change anything or learn anything, they just want a Cripple's Stamp of Approval. And that's not going to result in a good character, ever, it's just like showing a thumbs up to a writer that it's OK for them to write this offensive thing. What's the point? If you want to write it so bad, just do it... There is no Council of Disfigured People that will cancel you and take your house. You don't need my permission to write a generic evil disfigured guy and I'm not going to grant it. If you don't want to actually learn or change anything, there's no point in asking.
As I said, that's my opinion and not necessarily representative of the other mods on the blog.
mod Sasza
As to my opinion I largely agree. You (the general you, not you specifically asker, which is what I will mean in this whole ask when I say 'you') can write whatever you want and no one will send you a certified letter by mail that says you are Cancelled or a Bad Person or whatever.
We just want people to do research and put thought behind what they're writing. To think about why things are considered ableist, by us or by anyone else. And we want people to make disabled characters be characters and not just a Trope.
We as a mod team, but also as just regular people, can't or control what anyone does or doesn't write/draw/do. No one can. If you want to write something we hate, then do it. We won't stop you. We can't. We just won't like it, but if you're that committed to writing what you're writing, you can live with that, or at least you should. Someone's specific piece of art/writing/etc won't change our minds on what we've previously stated. No, not even yours. But you can do it if you really want to because that's how being an individual person works.
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Hi!! Hope you're doing good! :) Can you write a mute MC x Ronin fanfic? (they had a lot of vc during the game, it would be nice to have them play truth or dare). Thank you <3
The Devil is your voice.
You were tapping a rhythm on your desk nervously. You have just received a invite to some wacky server on dark web. It was strange truly, you just wanted someone to tell you how killing with a crowbar worked, but now you were being invited to a community? Maybe people with interests similar to your would be there?
You sighed, one of the only sounds that ever left your mouth and didn't sound weird or muffled because of your disability. Yes, you're mute. You visited more doctors and therapists since your muteness was found out than any adult in your family ever had.
You didn't have many friends, not a lot od people wanted to speak to the weird quiet kid who always sat alone and had some form of special treatment. Solitude does strange things to people, for you it was hyperfixating on murderers and stories about them. You were in love with the gore, a murder didn't need voice to be gruesome and intriguing, that's what you loved the most about it.
You clicked the link. Filled in the password that the random person sent and a copy-paste version of Discord was in front of your eyes now.
goreboy: welcome new christanaised @user!
hitmeuppp: WELCOME TO HELL
More welcoming messages were sent by the server's members. You watched it all in confusion, no one was so welcoming to you before. It felt pleasant. Even if they were greeting you because they wanted to be polite, it made you smile a little bit. It's definitely the loneliness that made you so excited because of a few silly greetings.
user: Hello :)
goreboy: don't Forget to check #rules
goreboy: there's barely Anything there but yk
You clicked on the rules channel, it would be best to follow their rules especially after the wam welcome. You were expecting a long list of rules, but what you saw exceeded all your expectations.
goreboy: be a serial killer, First rule of fight club. oh yeah and don't Be transphobic, racist and other weird shit. or angel will Snipe you.
Angelic: And it's not a threat, it's a promise.
. . . What.
Serial killers? No, that has to be a joke. Right?
You spent weeks in the server, and it turns out that these are real serial killers. The Butcher, The Heartsick Angel and some more. You were positively horrified? Yes, they could discover you and kill you, but you could gain more knowledge to your book. The only risk you're facing is losing your life, and it's only if you won't play the game right.
The person who stuck in your mind the most was goreboy, also known as The Butcher, or Ronin. He held his surname as a secret, you weren't too angry about it, you had a secret on your own too, or more than one secret actually.
You decided to hide the fact that you're mute, you were worried that they would treat you like other people did. There was one big problem tho, the killers really wanted you to join voice calls with them and you couldn't just give them half assed excuses, right? To your surprise every time they wanted to call with you, Ronin appeared from nowhere to save you.
LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: Hey dude hop on call with us!!!! @user
hitmeuppp: yeah! we have to hear you :3
What the hell are you supposed to do now?
While you were struggling to find a new excuse, Ronin decided to come out and save you... again.
goreboy: sorry folks
goreboy: the devil Is on the Line rn
You were surprised every time he did that. Why would Ronin keep on saving you? What's there in it for him?
You decided to send him a dm, it's time to face the devil.
user: Why are you doing this?
goreboy: doin' what?
goreboy: saving your ass? well it's not fun to watch you think of a Magical excuse
goreboy: Unfortunately they stopped working, killers are ready To attack
goreboy: and trust me, Eight murderers at your ass? that's not fun.
You read his messages, it made sense right? But wait... how did he know about the excuses being lies? His style of texting infatuated you too. Why the capital letters in the middle of a sentence?
You remembered Angel saying something about Ronin hiding messages like that. You decided to follow it and read the four capitalized letters.
Mute.
oh.
oh no. He knows.
goreboy is calling.
You didn't even have time to panic, Ronin didn't wait around, he just called. Well it's good to see the person who can be a serious threat to you, how the saying goes; keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
You picked up. A guy with plum coloured hair hidden under a beanie with red horns was looking at you. His eyes black and empty, like two black holes ready to swallow you.
< Hey darling. >
He signed. It was slow, like he tried t be careful about his movements. It felt like he was fairly new at this, the floppiness was there.
Wait.
He did what?!
Well, that was a shocker to say the least. You were looking at Ronin, your eyes widened.
< You sign? >
You signed back, sharp and fast, matching you anxiety, the first shock slowly left You were looking at Ronin's face, he was focusing his attention on your hands, then he just chuckled and shook his head.
"I assume that you asked if I know sign language? Well, I started to learn after I discovered your little issue."
He admitted, a smirk glued to his face. He was amused. You were amusing to him...
You sighed, guess you'll have to type most of your questions.
user: How do you know about this?
He read your message and then looked back at you.
"Wasn't hard. You should be careful about the links your click, Y/N."
So grabbing your IP wasn't just a joke. Does it mean that he knows everything? No, if he did you would be dead, he would know that you are not a serial killer.
user: Why are you keeping my secret?
He didn't answer your question. He just looked into your eyes.
"Why do you?"
And with that he hang up. Great, that's definitely a good sign. A good sign to look for a coffin.
Before you could notice two months had passed since you joined the server, Ronin was now officially shipped with you by half of the server, and he didn't argue with them. He messaged you and called you, he did some progress with his sign language, even invented some unique signs just for the two of you.
"Hey, let's play truth or dare."
He said while the two of you were on call, you raised your eyebrow at him and he just chuckled.
"Don't give me that look, I won't dare you to confess your deepest darkest secrets darling."
You sighed and shook your head in disbelief.
< Fine. Truth or dare? >
Your hand movements were slower than usual. Yeah, Ronin could understand some of the language, but your usual pace was too fast for him to catch up with it. You weren't going to give him the upper hand here, so you asked first.
"Truth."
There were a lot of questions you wanted to ask him, about his work, motives, reasons, but one question in particular was above all of these.
user: Are you and Angel a thing?
That question was boiling in your mind. You needed to know, inspiration or not, you didn't want to write about or romance anyone who is dating, especially when their partner is a dangerous serial killer.
Ronin frowned at the question, looking away with a slight blush.
"Hah, so you noticed... Yes and no. Yeah I used to date Angel, nah we're not a thing. She taught me a lot, gave me love... closure too."
He looked back at you and smirked.
"Don't you dare tell her this sappy bullshit or you'll be fish feed."
You nodded. His answer lifted a wight off of your shoulders. Not like you had any chances with Ronin, you doubt that someone like him would like you, someone who can't talk.
"My turn. Truth or dare darling?"
He asked, you signed < dare > in response.
"Go to main, and tell'em you're obsessed with me."
Well that was an unexpected dare, but who were you to not indulge the devil in his schemes?
#main:
user: I'm obsessed with Ronin :3
Aaand sent. Time to watch the hell's gate open.
hitmeuppp: OMG WHAT
Angelic: Even I wasn't so shameless
felicite: @goreboy someone left a confession for you
goreboy: guess my Devilish charm is Working heh
"Hah! That's a good one."
He said.
You played two more rounds before the final one.
"So, 's the last round. I'm going for dare."
You thought for a second, something silly and stupid, no need to stay all serious.
user: made me a server mod ;p
"Oh hide that smug-mug."
He chuckled once he looked at your proud smile. Ronin really took pride in watching your expressions, how your mouth was forming into a smile or a scowl, your nose wrinkled when you were thinking or annoyed, or your eyes lit up when he was showing the signs the learned.
"Done."
And he hang up.
You checked and holy shit! You really are a mod now.
That was a shocker, but you couldn't expect Ronin to act rationally or be predictable, so it wasn't that weird to receive that role from him.
Ronin was really into playing his little mind games with you. Trying to irritate you to see different emotions on your face, getting you so angry that you will make sounds like groans and loud sighs, it was satisfying him. He knew that pushing you to say words would be too much, he didn't need you to speak anyway. Learning other ways to communicate or read you were a challenge, and the devil never backed away from any challenge.
December. A time for Christmas and what not. You were sitting by your desk, adding finishing touches to one of the reports you had to send back to your boss soon, at least as a news writer you didn't have to worry about talking.
You noticed how some of the killers were less active in their murderous escapades, maybe other than Angel and Ronin, Angel dropped six kills one day and Ronin, well you could feel how his murders were more of an anger outburst? Like he was hiding something in the massacred bodies.
user: Ronin are you free to talk?
You rarely asked him to call, it was mostly Ronin who did that, he called you out of the blue and talked, showing you the new signs he learned and followed your "instructions" when you noticed that one of the sign was floppier than the rest.
He got really good with signing now, you didn't have to type as much as you did before, his learning source must've been really good or expensive, or both, for him to get this well so quickly.
He wasn't replying for a while, but you could swear that he was burning a hole in his computer screen with his stare. Finally the devil graced you with a reply.
goreboy: oh you're Asking for a Call?
goreboy: how can i Ever say No to this?
user: Srs? A Hamilton ref?
goreboy: jus call me already darl
And you did. Ronin's face was in front of you now. He didn't look so himself? That devil-may-care attitude was less noticeable, maybe for a regular person he would look the same, but you learned to notice small details in people's body language and expressions.
< Are you okay? >
Your hands moved smoothly, still slower than normally but you didn't have to be so careful about every sign.
"Jus the season."
He said with a shrug. His eyes showed exhaustion, and just how upset he was.
"Nah, I don't want to talk about that."
It's like he read your mind, you wanted to ask about it, but his answer made you drop it.
"What'dya wanted to talk about?"
He asked, titling his head to the side and looking at the mask in his hand, some fresh blood was on it.
< You just killed someone, haven't you? >
"And what if I did? That fucking pastor deserved to die anyway."
You heard it, there was anger laced under his act. He was angry, but it wasn't the pastor, no. It was something way deeper than that.
You were jealous of Ronin, or rather of anyone who could speak freely. Yeah, you're used to not talking, but expressing yourself through more than how your hands moved or what kind of expression you had was something you desired.
"Thinking how much you yearn to speak, hm darling?"
Ronin asked, his chin resting on his palm as he looked at you, His gaze was knowing, like he could read you like an opened book.
< I just want people to understand me better Ronin. >
Your hands were shaking a little bit, your emotions were guiding you to spill everything out.
< I don't want to hide myself anymore, but what if they won't understand? What if I won't be accepted? >
The rest of your killer friends were on your mind, you hated refusing the voice calls, you hated hiding this secret. Okay you were lying about being a killer, but this was something that you had to do in order to survive.
"Then spill your guts."
Ronin's voice broke through the barrier of your mind and brought you back.
"Jus spill it. If they like you they will understand, and if they don't accept then they're assholes. You're not the only disabled one here."
You could guess who he was talking about. A sigh left your lips. He was right.
< Thank you Ronin, I hope that you will be willing to tell me whatever you're dealing with one day too. >
This call was short, but it was helpful. You saw a more raw side of Ronin and he helped you make up your mind...
On the New Year's Eve you decided to confess your disability to the server, so maybe now they would understand why you were avoiding the calls so much.
user: Hey guys. I wanted to tell you all something. I can't hide it anymore. The reason why I never agreed to the voice calls is because I am mute. I'm sorry for not saying sooner, I had some unpleasant situations with people after my confession.
You sent the message and in nerves started to look at other chats to see if you didn't miss any messages... Then the first ! showed up next to #main and you had to click it.
goreboy: they're not lying folks
Well at least Ronin took your side here.
K9: I understand.
Ah yes, the simple answer from V, no excitement or disappointment, just a simple sign of acceptance coming from the vigilante.
Angelic: I'm happy to know that you trust us enough to share this <3
After three more encouraging messages you broke down, tears running down your cheeks. It was the first time anyone has shown you this much acceptance and encouragement. Hell, they even apologised for pushing you so much. You wanted to thank them so much, but your vision was too blurry to type.
You calmed down after a while, the first thing you noticed was an unread message from Ronin in your chat with him.
goreboy: see? told Ya they would accept.
You smiled at the message and replied.
user: Thanks Ronin, I mean it.
goreboy: anything for you darling
His answered got you to roll your eyes and smile a little. What an annoyingly sweet asshole he was.
Headcanons <3
Ronin will rile you up, he wants to see your expressions and body language change. Maybe he can't hear you but he will for sure watch and read you.
If you use a notebook to communicate he will take your pens away and nudge your head with it, a proud grin stuck to his face.
If someone acts like an asshole to you because of your disability he sure is ready to send their heads flying. "They can't speak, but I fucking will."
He learned sign language since the moment he found out that you're mute, but he is still not perfect with it, to make his life easier you agreed to make some signs just for the two of you.
Since you can't use words, you use different way of showing Ronin your care and love, his favourite is touch - him being touch starved.
He would never push you into learning saying any words, be it his name or anything else, he knows that it's a struggle and he won't put you through that.
I hope you liked it <3
Sorry for not updating as much :(
Love you pookies <33
- N ;p
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Most of us will enter into contests, but few if any of us will ever win them. The numbers simply aren't in our favour. That doesn't mean we don't keep trying: gambling keeps the government's wheels greased, and the crushed-up bodies of some folks provide way more than their fair share of that grease. In an ideal world where gambling wasn't popular, casinos would just be fancy parking lots, like the founding entities intended.
Me, I like the skill-based contests. Drag racing. Circle track racing. Bicycle racing. Shopping cart racing. Really, any kind of racing. I don't win those, either, due to a crippling disability that doctors call "being real fucking bad at it." However, at least I felt like I was involved, and feeling like I was involved is what life is all about.
With a magazine contest, you fill out a form, send it in, and then they don't tell you anything. Who won? Not you, or they'd have phoned. Probably nobody you know. Maybe nobody at all, and they gave the free vacation to Disneyland to an associate editor. Would it help to enter a contest on the internet, instead of sending in an entry form from the April '86 issue of a car magazine that went out of print two decades ago? It does not make a significant mathematical difference.
Even after everything I just said, I'll still play scratch-offs every holiday season. It keeps me off the roads and out of trouble for an hour or two, and the government probably has earned my five bucks a year. I've probably caused that many dollars in damage to the road by repeatedly doing burnouts and drag launches at every red light I have to stop for. Hey, you don't win if you don't play.
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Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: Amycus Carrow wants to prove that you can walk. Tags: fem!reader, disabled!reader, use of y/n, implied trauma response, ableism, emotional whiplash, hurt/comfort, protectiveness as love language, the marauders are your safety net, james' temper makes an appearance, sirius is ready to throw hands, remus the human emotional buffer, confrontation with a slytherin, emotional aftermath of magical violence, wheelchair user representation, magic used as a threat, carrow is a menace, fiercely protective!marauders, reader feels like a burden but she is loved Word count: 1.8k words. Series Masterlist
The echo of your wheels against the stone floor is a steady rhythm in your ears, emphasising the silence that fills the vast corridors. It's a quiet day at Hogwarts; the castle's usual cacophony is subdued to a hushed murmur, almost peaceful.
You're humming a little tune under your breath, the melody weaving through your thoughts like a comforting friend. The Gryffindor common room waits for you at the end of this journey, a sanctuary filled with laughter and warmth. You can already see James' eyes lighting up as he recounts his latest Quidditch manoeuvre, Sirius' infectious laugh bouncing off the ancient walls, and Remus' soft smile as he listens, content.
But before you reach the familiar portrait of the Fat Lady, you sense a change in the air, a shift that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. A presence, unseen but palpable, looms behind you, the slow, deliberate footsteps growing louder.
You stop, your heart pounding against your ribcage, and look over your shoulder.
There, standing tall and menacing, is Amycus Carrow. He's a seventh-year Slytherin, known not for academic prowess or sporting achievement, but for the cruelty that seems to radiate from him like a dark aura. His eyes are cold, devoid of empathy, and his lips curl into a sneer that sends shivers down your spine.
"Well, well," he drawls, his voice slithering through the corridor like a serpent stalking its prey. "If it isn't the Gryffindor girl who plays the perfect damsel in distress."
His footsteps draw closer, deliberate and menacing, blocking your path to freedom. Your heart pounds in your chest, a rabbit caught in a snare. He shouldn't know this. Only the boys have seen you walk, and you trust them implicitly—they wouldn't betray you.
You keep your face smooth, knowing that any sign of fear will only fuel his sadistic pleasure. "Out of my way, Carrow."
He doesn't move. Instead, he steps closer, a dark cloud casting shadow over your world. His hand twitches at his side, and you notice the wand loosely held between his fingers. The air around him feels charged, like a storm ready to break. "I've been hearing rumours. Interesting ones. That our little Gryffindor here can stand up just fine. Walk, even."
You swallow hard, a knot forming in your stomach. "I don't know what you've heard, but it's none of your business."
Carrow's smirk widens, and he twirls his wand lazily between his fingers. "Oh, I think it is my business. I don't like liars or people pretending to be something they're not. So why don't we find out the truth?"
You grip the armrests of your wheelchair, feeling the tension build in your body. You've dealt with people like him before—those who don't understand or care about the complexities of disability and see it as something to challenge. But this feels different. More dangerous.
"Let's see what happens when I remove the chair from under you," Carrow proposes, a sly grin creeping onto his face. "Perhaps your legs will remember their purpose."
Suddenly, the sensation of being lifted from the ground fills your senses. It's not right. Your body is still, yet it feels as if invisible hands are tugging at your limbs, pulling you upward. Panic seizes you, and your fingers dig into the armrests, knuckles white with strain.
"Stop!" you shout, your voice echoing off the stone walls. "You have no idea what you're doing!"
"Oh, but I think I do," Carrow retorts, the corners of his mouth twisting into a cruel smile. "I'm testing the validity of your claim. We'll see if the 'crippled' Gryffindor is as helpless as she says."
The pressure increases, insistent, and you feel your body rise ever so slightly from the chair. Your legs dangle uselessly, a stark reminder of their betrayal. You will yourself to remain calm, to think, but fear is a wildfire, spreading through your veins, consuming all rational thought.
Then you hear it—a sound that pierces through your terror. Voices, familiar and strong.
"Put her down."
It's Sirius's voice, sharp as a blade, cutting through the haze of your fear. You twist your head towards the sound, and for a moment, your heart dares to hope. There, just steps away, stand James, Remus, and Sirius, their faces twisted in anger, their wands raised and ready.
Carrow seems taken aback by the sudden interruption, his grip on your arm faltering ever so slightly. But he recovers quickly, his sneer returning as he keeps his wand trained on you. He tilts his head, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Well, well, what have we here? The brave Gryffindors come to play? I was just seeing if your little pet here is as helpless as she seems."
James is the first to move, stepping forward. His face is a mask of fury, but his voice remains steady, laced with an authority that belies his age. "Put her down, Carrow. Now."
Sirius follows suit, wand already drawn, pointed directly at the older boy. The threat in his eyes is as palpable as the magic crackling at his fingertips. "Touch her again, and you won't be walking for a long time."
Carrow's wand wavers ever so slightly, the beginnings of uncertainty creeping into the edges of his resolve. He glances from James to Sirius, then back to you, clearly weighing the risks of pressing on.
Then Remus steps up, placing himself between you and Carrow, his usual calm demeanour hardened by the situation unfolding before them. His voice cuts through the tense silence, carrying a note of danger seldom heard from the quiet Marauder. "If you want to hurt her, you'll have to get through us first."
Carrow's eyes flicker between the three of them, his grip on his wand flexing. There's a change in him, a falter that speaks more of caution than bravado. He's outnumbered, outflanked by their united front.
Before of your floating form, they stand like sentinels, each bristling with an energy that pulsates through the room. Their faces are masks of determination, hard lines and narrowed eyes speaking volumes of their readiness to defend. The air shimmers with tension, and for a moment, it seems that Carrow might push back against the tide rising against him.
Then, abruptly, the levitation spell is released, and you're falling. A gasp escapes your lips as you land heavily back in your chair, jarring your already bruised body. Carrow's wand lowers, the sneer on his face deepening into something even more unpleasant.
"Very well," he says, his voice dripping with disdain. "Keep your secrets for now. But don't think the others won't start asking questions about what you're hiding."
James steps forward, wand raised higher, his stance unyielding. There's a new hardness in his eyes, a promise of action should Carrow overstep his bounds. "Leave, Carrow. Before I make you."
Carrow's lip curls into a sneer, but he remains silent, weighing his options. He casts one last glance at you, a look that speaks volumes of unfinished business, before turning on his heel and marching down the corridor. His footsteps echo off the stone walls, a fading reminder of the threat he poses.
As soon as Carrow is out of sight, you release a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding, fingers still clenching the armrests with white-knuckled force. The boys are instantly at your side—Sirius drops to his knees in front of you, hands resting lightly on your own, while James and Remus hover nearby, their concern etched into every line of their tense bodies.
"Are you all right?" Sirius's inquiry is softer now, though the anger hasn't entirely left his voice.
You give a small nod, even as your pulse continues to race. "Yes, I'm fine. He didn't... he didn't harm me."
James's fingers tighten around yours, offering silent reassurance. "We should've hexed him on the spot. The nerve of him—"
A pause hangs in the air, long and heavy, before Remus speaks again. His hand remains steady on your shoulder, but there's a flicker behind his normally calm eyes—a hint of the storm raging beneath the surface. "If he so much as looks at you wrong, we'll deal with him."
"I could have handled it," you insist, your voice barely above a whisper. You force a smile, but it wavers, unconvincing. "I just didn't want to... escalate things."
Sirius shakes his head, his hands still resting on your shoulders as if to shield you from the world outside this quiet corner. "You shouldn't be dealing with this alone, Y/N," he says, voice rough with unspoken emotion. "We're here. We've got your back, always."
James leans forward, his forehead pressing against yours for a moment—a silent promise of solidarity. His breath is warm and steady against your skin, a stark contrast to the chill that has settled in your bones. "No one has the right to treat you like that," he whispers fervently, his words laced with an anger not directed at you, but fiercely protective of you. "Especially not some bloody Slytherin."
Your lip worries between your teeth, and you glance at the three men who have formed a protective barrier around you. In their eyes, you see not only concern but also a fierce determination to keep you safe. "I didn't think it would be this bad," you admit, voice barely a whisper. "I didn't tell anyone I could walk."
Remus's gaze softens even as his brow furrows deeper. "We didn't breathe a word of it either," he assures you, his tone gentle yet firm. "Carrow must have suspected or deduced it on his own. It doesn't matter now. He won't get another chance to harm you."
Sirius rises from his chair, crossing the room in long strides until he stands before you. His hand lifts, hovering for a moment before finally settling on your cheek—a touch as light as a feather yet grounding in its familiarity. "You don't owe anyone an explanation," he says, his voice a low rumble that reverberates with the promise of protection. "Especially not him."
A lump forms in your throat, but you manage to choke out a response. "I just... I didn't want anyone to think I was pretending."
James's lips press against the top of your head, his voice a low rumble that resonates with the steadiness you've come to associate with him. "No one who matters would think that. You're not pretending. You're just being you, and that's all we could ever ask for."
Sirius nods, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder, a silent pledge of solidarity. Remus continues to rub soothing circles into your back, his touch a grounding presence amid the tempest of your thoughts.
They are here—standing guard, standing with you, ready to face whatever may come. With them, you know you won't have to face it alone.
#Poly!marauders x reader#poly!marauders x you#Sirius black x reader#Sirius black x you#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x you#james potter x you#james potter x reader#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfic#meant to be: hogwarts era#chantelle writes fic
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STAR-SPANGELED BANNER//FA14\\ part one
pairing: fernando alonso x soldier/military!reader
description: When the Circuit of the Americas joined the list of races for the 2012 season, no one expected it to be such a monumental day for a certain Spaniard...
faceclaim: Olivia Cooke; various pinterest girls

2012
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y/bff/username i was watching on tv with the fam, mom was happier to see you on the screen than she was when i got married
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2013
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y/username back in Austin, this time off-duty!
y/bro/user when will you take me with you!!??
y/bff/username and me??!! y/username not anytime soon, either of you
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2014
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y/username you crazy son of a bitch, you did it! So proud of you, lil bro, both N and I! Congratulations on graduation from the academy!
y/bro/user thanks, you two! tell my future BIL to come over for some drinks
y/username see you tonight then!! y/bro/user just him y/username we're a package deal, you'll see us both
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2015
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y/username he loves his dad almost as much as I love them both! happy 2 years baby! let's hope the only one intruding on our privacy is Bjorn!!
fernandoalo_official love you , hermosa!
y/username love you too, nando!! y/bff/username yall cute, but if you ignore my texts again, i'll leak your relationship!!!! congrats btw!!<3 y/bro/user @/y/bff/username try it, i dare you... CONGRATS SIS!! and nando... y/username i will cherish this moment of you protecting me forever y/bro/user now don't push it
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Hello! 👁️🗺️
Our names are Ben and Mandy, and we’re reaching out to the disabled geoscience and community and its allies today with an announcement as well as an opportunity that we hope will interest you.
We’re organizing a zine on the theme of disability in geoscience (DiG). We hope that the project will do a lot of good for our community by bringing people together through sharing experiences with access, inaccessibility, stigma, and support.
We’re looking to bring at least two (2) more staff members on to the zine project to help us organize and moderate it. Possible mod activities include answering and sending emails, monitoring our Discord server, drafting posts, making graphics, attending weekly editorial meetings, generating review criteria, managing reviewers, and formatting drafts of the zine.
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List of All Teen Wolf WIPs
Hey, so I'm posting this because I would really, really love to hear everyone's thoughts on this list. If you read through this and there's one fic that stands out to you as the best one that you really need to see completed and posted - please let me know. If I get one or two messages after posting this, it will most definitely guide me with what I am working on next. If nobody says anything about this list, then I will pick two or three fics off this list and make a poll instead. I love all these ideas equally, and I don't really know what to write because they're all so different, so I am looking to you guys to see which ones you like the most to help guide me.
COMPLETE FICS THAT NEED TO BE POSTED
Untitled aka The Failed Halloween Fic - Sub!Jackson Whittemore x Dom!Fem!Werewolf!Reader. Smut/PWP. Halloween falls on a full moon, and you have a hard time controlling your powers when you pick up on the scent of someone that you have been wanting for a long time. You follow that scent, and end up at Jackson’s house, and you find him even more irresistible when he’s cowering from your beastly form. Would include NonCon/DubCon. (4,500 words est.) (A/N: This was supposed to be part of a longer ‘choose your own adventure’ style Halloween fic where the reader character is a werewolf and chooses her ‘mate’ based on their scent, and each character has a different distinct scent, but this is the only part that I ended up getting finished. I still want to work it into a oneshot and post it though.)
Freak Like Me - Dom!Lydia Martin x Sub!GN!Reader. Smut/PWP. After Lydia breaks up with Jackson, she turns her attention to you - and from the outside, being ‘Lydia’s bitch’ might seem like a miserable existence that includes nothing but being endlessly bossed around while driving her places, holding her bag, filling her coffee orders, and catering to her every whim. But for you, it’s one of the best experiences of your life. Because when she gets you behind closed doors, she fills every fantasy that you never even knew you had. (2,000 words est.) (A/N: Me and Star made a list of random Teen Wolf smut prompts, and this is something I selected off the list to write. I haven’t just gotten around to editing and posting it yet. Down below, I have an idea for a sequel to this which includes Allison.)
INCOMPLETE WORKS IN PROGRESS AND FICS THAT ARE JUST JUST AN IDEA/CONCEPT
Even though I do like all these ideas equally, I have listed them in the order of which ideas I think are the most interesting and which ones I think would be the most interesting to write. But please do comment on this post or send me a message telling me which idea you like most off this list. And please only pick one, because I do only work on one fic at a time.
Also, I realized that there’s two types of fics on this list - basically PWP (smut with very minimal plot) and fics that are mostly plot with maybe some smut in them. And I really don’t know which direction to go when it comes to this fandom. I don’t know if I should spend my time working on something that is purely smut because it’s fun, or if I should work on something that is more plot heavy, because the supernatural elements of the show make writing plot heavy fics in this universe a lot of fun too. I really don’t know.
IDEA #1 - Untitled aka ‘The POTSie Reader Fic’ - Teen Wolf Gen Fic with Disabled/Chronically Ill Fem!Reader. Emotional Angst, Danger, Suspense. Set during Season 2, Episode 4. When you get roped into another scheme by your two best friends, Scott and Stiles, you think it’s going to be another run of the mill day where you use your disability for pity to get them out of detention or throw a fake medical emergency on top of the real ones you have to distract teachers while they shake snacks out of the vending machine. You certainly did not expect to end up face down on the tiled floor beside the pool after being clawed by the poison-tipped talons of a mysterious beast, but somehow you end up as the saviour of the day because your illness turns out to be the one unknown weakness of the Kanima. (8,000 words est.) (A/N: Ever since I was introduced to the whole ‘a wolf can tell if you’re lying by your heart rate’ thing on Teen Wolf, I have been obsessed with the idea of writing POTSie!Reader in this universe. But I also thought that it would be interesting if an increased heart rate is also the solution to getting rid of the Kanima’s venom at a faster rate? I just love writing disabled characters as being better than the abled characters at stuff. Turning their ‘weakness’ into a strength in certain situations.)
IDEA #2 - Truth Or Dare - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Thick!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Quizilla Classic Tropes, Extreme Fluff, Romcom Romance, Getting Together. Set during Season 1. One night when Allison invites you and Lydia over for a sleepover, Stiles and Scott can’t resist the urge to crash the party with visions of slutty pjs and giggly pillow fights in their heads. They are surprised to find that Jackson is already there (at Lydia’s request) bringing the girl’s booze, and even though Allison tries to get everyone to leave, Lydia ropes the gang into a classic game of Truth or Dare. And when you’re dared to kiss Stiles in front of the whole group, an embarrassing disaster ends up turning into the best night of your life. (7,000 words est.) (A/N: This is something that Star requested and I ran with it because I love Truth or Dare in fics so much. I love the whole ‘cheesy high school romance’ aspect of this. I think it would be really fun to write, but idk if a lot of people would read it.)
IDEA #3 - Bark Like You Want It - Isaac Lahey x Fem!Thick!Reader. Acquaintances to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 3, Episode 4. When you and Isaac are sentenced to detention together restocking the janitor’s closet, something very dangerous happens when the two of you get locked inside - his predictable claustrophobic panic attack turns into something much more primal and much more hormonal when he catches a whiff of your scent in the confined space. And next thing you know, he’s humping your leg like… some kind of dog. (9,000 words est.) (A/N: This is one that I have had in my drafts for a while that I really want to finish. Isaac is my desperate puppy and him panting and whining after being stuck in a closet… it always gets to me.)
IDEA #4 - Untitled Sequel to Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Toxic Relationship/Lovers Struggling. Extreme Angst, Whump, General Darkfic. Set during Season 3. When Void hears on Stiles’s police scanner that you have survived the stabbing and are being transported to the hospital, he decides that he wants to play with you some more. Stiles desperately begs for your life, and ends up making a deal with Void. Void will use his powers to wake you up from your comatose state, meaning that you will live, and he will even allow Stiles a few precious moments to visit with you - but then, Void gets to do whatever he wants with you. Little does Void know - you’re not afraid of him anymore. (10,000 words est.) (A/N: This one I am REALLY excited about. I do find it annoying when people ask me for sequels unprompted, but sometimes I do enjoy writing sequels. And I really love writing about Void, because he is such an unhinged evil character. The original was so much fun to write that I want to write more, and I have a lot of interesting ideas in mind for this.)
IDEA #5 - Untitled aka ‘The One Where Derek Rescues The Reader From Sexual Assault’ - Derek Hale x Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers, Fated Soulmates. Slight Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluffy Ending. Set during Season 2, Episode 10. You attempt to come to the rescue when Stiles, Scott, Derek, Melissa and the Sheriff are all trapped in the police station with the Kanima, but you end up getting paralyzed with the poison and trapped yourself. But it turns out that seeing you threatened by Matt is the boost that Derek needs to get his adrenaline going, and he is up on his feet just in time to save you from the worst case scenario - becoming the hero you need, and causing you to view him in a light that you never have before. (9,000 words est.) (A/N: This is an idea that I came up with after seeing what happened to Allison in the episode - I am surprised that they didn’t even imply that he might sexually assault her when he had her vulnerable like that, especially after how creepy he was to Allison for the whole show. They were just like ‘no, he wants to kill her’. And we all love a fic where a heroic character saves someone from sexual assault because at least to me, in a world where such a harsh reality exists, it’s a really great fantasy to indulge in that someone would come in, beat up the rapist and save you. So it’s something I like writing about.)
IDEA #6 - Untitled aka ‘Jasmine and Sweat’ - Sub!Allison Argent x Dom!Fem!Werewolf!Reader. Smut/PWP. When the full moon falls on Halloween, you end up losing control of your powers and sniffing out the smell of someone irresistible - Allison, who happens to be on a run through the woods, unknowingly isolating herself in the perfect place to be caught by a predator. Would include knife kink and NonCon/DubCon. (5,000 words est.) (A/N: Again, this was supposed to be part of the Halloween fic, and I really like the concept I had for this one, so I would love to turn it into a oneshot.)
IDEA #7 - Untitled aka ‘The One With Peter and The Hunter’ (Star’s Request) - Peter Hale x Werewolf Hunter Fem!Reader. (Slight Age Gap) Enemies as Lovers, Exes to Lovers. Emotional Rivalry, Toxic Relationship, Smut. Set during Season 1 and Season 2. You come from a long line of Werewolf Hunters, and after your whole family was murdered by the bloodthirsty monsters that they had been trying to combat for generations, you were raised by the Argents as one of their own. So when Kate Argent, someone you viewed as a sister, asked you to seduce Peter Hale as part of a plan to wipe out the wolf pack that she believed killed your family, you were more than eager. It wasn’t love - just a lot of chaotic animal sex. So why were you relieved when he came out of the fire alive? Why did you hesitate to kill him when Kate put a knife in your hand and steered you to the care home where he was still living years later? (20,000 words est.) (A/N: This one would be wildly fun, but I think it would take a lot of work. But toxic relationships are so much fun to write omg.)
IDEA #8 - Untitled aka ‘The One Where They Get Caught’ - Isaac Lahey x (Scott’s Half Sister) Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers, Secret Relationship. Emotional Angst, Romance, Smut, Happy Ending. Set during Season 3. A few months after Scott is bitten and is adjusting to his new life as a werewolf, he finds out about a sister he didn’t even know he had when your father dies and you go to live with your birth mother that you haven’t really met - Melissa McCall. Shortly after this, Isaac comes to live with Scott too, and though Scott has made it clear that his new sister is off limits, Isaac can’t help his natural attraction to you. What starts out as something purely sexual turns into a lot more - but how will Scott react when he catches the two of you? (Poorly. Very poorly.) (10,000 words est.) (A/N: I’m not sure if I want this to be ‘Scott meeting his sister for the first time’ or if they grew up together, but the main focus of this fic is Scott being really overprotective and how Isaac comes to love the reader and how it affects Scott and Isaac’s relationship. And we all love a good sneaking around/secret relationship trope.)
IDEA #9 - The Curse of Curves - Jackson Whittemore x Fem!Thick!Reader. Enemies Who Fuck. Smut/PWP. When you get a new style that compliments your bigger figure rather than hiding it, Jackson realizes that he is attracted to you on top of being viciously annoyed by you. And these feelings become oddly combined when you confront him one night when you find out that you’re stuck at school, your car stalled out, and he’s the only other person around that you can ask to give you a ride. (9,000 words est.) (A/N: This one is just a very standard ‘hate fucking’ fic, because Jackson’s character is sooo insufferable and calls for a fic like this.)
IDEA #10 - Untitled Sequel to Freak Like Me - Dom!Lydia Martin x Sub!GN!Reader x Switch!Allison Argent. Established Relationship/Friends With Benefits. Smut/PWP. Allison is nervous to go on her first date after breaking up with Scott, so Lydia suggests that you help her ‘loosen up’ before she goes out with Isaac. (This is just an excuse for smut.) (3,000 words est.) (A/N: This is just something random I came up with while writing the first one. I want to write more about Allison, and I think this is a fun idea, especially because I love Allison and Lydia’s dynamic so much.)
IDEA #11 - Aim and Ignite (Sequel to Why Am I The One?) - Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst, Romance, Supernatural Elements. Set during Season 3. When you wake up to a cold bed after unexpectedly spending a night with your ex, you are insulted, and determined to talk to him about it. Even though he keeps dodging your attempts to talk to him, you get him alone, and then - you unknowingly get pulled into a tangled net that involves human sacrifices, rituals, and dangers you never could have predicted. (20,000 words est.) (A/N: When I was thinking about continuing this… I did not expect that a sequel would have basically no smut and a lot more plot stuff, but I really love this idea, even though it is going to take a lot of effort to write, and it’s probably going to be one of those ‘oneshots’ that spirals out of control and inevitably ends up as more.)
IDEA #12 - Untitled aka ‘The One Where Stiles Wears Panties’ - Sub!Stiles Stilinski x Dom!Fem!Reader x Dom!Isaac Lahey. Established Relationship Inviting Someone New. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 3. One day when Stiles believes that he is alone in the boy’s locker room, he strips down without hesitation, almost forgetting about the fact that he’s wearing a pair of panties that you got for him and encouraged him to wear. And he’s shocked and embarrassed when Isaac emerges from the showers and begins mercilessly mocking him for the lace that’s covering his cock. When Stiles tries to excuse the underwear away by saying that you made him wear them, Isaac’s taunting soon turns into condescending flirting, and Isaac soon plots to get in on the action. (10,000 words est.) (A/N: This would be set in the same universe as Brainwashed and Stupid For You, but it’s not necessarily a sequel to those fics. This is just another one of those fics that’s just an excuse for smut, but in this case, it’s an excuse for me to write about Isaac and Stiles’s dynamic, which is so underrated when it comes to smut and I love it so much.)
IDEA #13 - Untitled aka ‘The One Where Scott Lets Isaac Fuck His Girlfriend’ - Dom!Scott McCall x Sub!Fem!Reader x Switch!Isaac Lahey. Established Relationship Inviting Someone New. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 3. One day when you come to Scott’s place loudly demanding sex, you find Isaac in his place - who jokes around and says that he could give you whatever you need while Scott is at work. While fighting embarrassment and your intense attraction to him, Scott comes in just in time to tell Isaac that sure - he can fuck you if he wants. Being roommates means sharing everything. (8,000 words est.) (A/N: Again, this is just an excuse for smut, but this time it’s an excuse for me to write about the Scott and Isaac dynamic. I am also just obsessed with the Scott and Isaac roommate plot and how many ways it can evolve into smut, so this popped into my brain. I think it’s such a fun idea.)
IDEA #14 - Untitled aka ‘The One With True Mates’ - Peter Hale x (Younger)Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut with Plot. Set during Season 3A. You are one of the Betas that Derek turned to start his new pack, and from the moment that Peter meets you, he seems to hate you. He can’t stand being in the same room as you, constantly demands that you leave when he is around or he leaves when you are around, and seemingly, he can’t even stand the sight of you. You are annoyed by this, but you don’t truly care about Peter’s opinion of you. And you think it’s nice that you can come together to help Cora when she falls mysteriously ill. And you don’t realize until it’s too late - when you and Peter end up locked in a room together at the deserted hospital - that Peter doesn’t hate you. In fact, for weeks, he’s been trying his hardest to avoid tearing your clothes off and fucking the life out of you whenever you’re around because he finds your new werewolf scent to be absolutely irresistible. (10,000 words est.)
IDEA #15 - Neon Jungle - Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader x Erica Reyes. Friends to Friends With Benefits. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2, Episode 8. When Derek decides that he needs one more beta for his pack, Erica suggests you - a smart, kind girl who was one of the only people nice to her before her transformation. And she knows the perfect bait to use to get you to agree to converting to this new lifestyle: Isaac. So she invites you to the rave, and after some very suggestive dancing, she and Isaac take you home and show you a great time to try and convince you to take on The Bite. (10,000 words est.) (A/N: Just a smutty excuse to explore more of the Erica and Isaac dynamic, heavily inspired by the rave scene where they dance with Jackson in a way that is way too slutty. It’s my favourite scene in all of Season 2.)
IDEA #16 - Untitled aka ‘The Drunk Sex Fic’ - Jackson Whittemore x Fem!Reader. Enemies Who Fuck. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 1, Episode 11. You get upset when your long time crush Stiles comes to the winter formal with Lydia and won’t stop talking about how it’s the best night of his life because he got the opportunity to come with such an amazing, hot, perfect girl. So you storm out of the dance in tears and end up finding Jackson getting drunk by his car, and you join him down the bottle - only to find him unravelling, soft, and sensitive as he rants on about his own problems, and find yourself falling into his lips. (10,000 words est.) (A/N: This one is really going to be more about exploring Jackson’s emotional side, because the show mentions that he’s adopted and looking for validation and then they never go more into that and how being part of a wolf pack could be the family that he’s looking for and like - dude. They could have done so much with his character if the actor didn’t have to leave. I want to explore more of him.)
Technically, this isn't even ALL my Teen Wolf WIPs that I have in my drafts. I just got tired of making this list and I realized that some of them I wouldn't want to work on because I don't like them as much.
#sundrop speaks#current wips#teen wolf#teen wolf fanfiction#isaac lahey x reader#stiles stilinski x reader#derek hale x reader#peter hale x reader#lydia martin x reader#allison argent x reader
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⁺🎸◞ samuels labyrinth
disclaimer: this is not roleplay, fictionkin, or delusion, but those who are roleplaying, fictionkin, and/or delusional are allowed to follow and interact. please do not call me delusional, as this can trigger my paranoia and cause me to spiral into not believing my own experiences / reality, which could send me into psychosis.
🂭 ,,, hello ! my name is samuel, i use he/it, im 16, an im an irl magical boy !!
my concept is puella magi madoka magica, and i contracted with Madokami on 6/13/25 :D
i have been practicing chaos magick on and off for a few years now, and while i am not new to the concept of pop culture magick / pop culture paganism, i am new to the practice of it. same thing w/ astral projection as well. im also a shifter ! i knew about and was a shifter back in 2020, but forgot about shifting until recently, where i got back into it.
im the host of a did system, am nonhuman (mentally + physically), queer, trans (genderqueer + ftm), and am physically and mentally disabled.
my main / biggest kins are wolf and eastern dragon (though i do have others), and these aspects of who i am impact me greatly. im also a shpaehsifter !!
i am also an incarnate of both fire and chaos. i dont consider these kins for personal reasons, but element / concept kins are very much allowed to interact !
i worship both "traditional" gods and pce/d's. i currently worship Loki, Gaia / Mother Earth, and Madokami / the Law Of Cycles.
🂭 ,,, dni / dnf
bigots, right wing / maga, queer exclus, anti endo, harass ppl, anti shifter, anti irl magical heroes, anti pop culture paganism, anti chaos magick, against self dx, fakeclaim ppl, ableist, reality check ppl w/o their consent, force recovery on those who aren't ready / dont want to recover, think fiction ALWAYS or NEVER affects reality (theres nuance !!!), think fiction can make someone into a pedo / zoo / etc, equate fictional stories and drawings of characters that dont exist to the real harm of real people (esp equating that fictional content to the harm of real children, as a survivor of grooming, csa, csem, and underage... work, its insanely offensive to say a drawing is just as bad as the photos of child me that are still out there), terf / radfem, zionists / pro israel, supports a two state solution, "cluster b abuse" believers and similar ideas of mental illness specific abuse
🂭 ,,, tags
#𝄞 maybe its a dream - maybe nothing else is real .. // this tag is for all posts related to irl magical hero stuff !!
#𖤐 even though i was born from a colored star .. // this tag is for all posts related to pcp, chaos magick, astral projection, shifting, manifestation, and general paganism / magick as well !
#✞ misfortune is a gift - really - like a bouquet of splendid flowers .. // this tag is for all vent posts !!!
#☆ it feels like somethings gonna happen ; a premonition .. // this tag is for informational posts about pcp, paganism, chaos magick, witchcraft, astral projection, and irl magical hero topics !
#✘ long pointed wings with scars run beneath the skin .. // this tag is for any asks i answer !!!
#𖦹 dig deep beneath your filling - theres an animal waiting that must come out .. // this tag is for journal entries !!
#❤︎ a large queue was formed at it - where everyone continues on with a smile .. // this tag is for queued posts !!!
#꒰੭ i wake up to a call - put my frilly outfit on now .. // this tag is for reblogs !
#✦ my ribs opened up - made room for beating hearts .. // this tag is for my questions about irl magical heroing, pop culture paganism and magick, chaos magick, astral projection, shifting, manifestation, general paganism / magick, etc etc. !!!
#ꔫ are you going to curse the blue sky - and wish for stormy weather ? .. // this tag is for my witch logs !
#🃜 if i were any older i would act my age .. // this tag is on all of my posts !!
#🃜 if i were any older i would act my age ..#𝄞 maybe its a dream - maybe nothing else is real ..#𖤐 even though i was born from a colored star ..#irl magical hero#irl mahou shoujo#pop culture magic#pop culture witchcraft#mahoublr#irl magical girl#irl magic user#chaos magic#chaos magician#irl magic#irl puella magi#magical girl irl#irl magical girl community#real magical hero#real magical girl#real magical boy#irl magical boy#pop culture paganism#chaos magick#irl chuunibyou#irl chuuni
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🦴enter the den ? . . .

disclaimer: this is not roleplay or delusion, but those who are roleplaying or delusional are allowed to follow and interact. please do not call me delusional, as this can trigger my paranoia and cause me to spiral into not believing my own experiences / reality, which could send me into psychosis.
hello !! my names samuel :D im 16, i use he/it, and im a newly awakened physical shifter.
i've been in the nonhuman community for about 6 or 7 years now, starting in the.. shivers, tiktok therian community, but i've identified as nonhuman since i was old enough to form the thought "im not human", and have regularly experienced mental and phantom limb shifts throughout my entire life.
i am a wolf / werewolf and an eastern dragon. i also have other kins, but those spiritual and not physical. im also pretty sure im a vampyre,,,
besides being a shapeshifter, im also a witch, irl magi / irl chuunibyou, reality shifter, astral projector, a kinetic ability practicioner, and an incarnate :D BUT, you dont need to know what even half of those words mean since this blog is entirely about me being a shapeshifter.
my irl magi / chunni account is @samagii , go follow if you're interested in my larger magical activities and duties !!
im also the host of a DID system, besides being a p-shifter im also otherkin and holothere, queer, trans (genderqueer + ftm), and am physically and mentally disabled. i consider my disabilities the result of being physically nonhuman, and as for my genetic disabilities, the result of my shapeshifting abilities being possibly hereditary.
i worship Loki and Gaia / Mother Earth, and work with Madokami / the Law Of Cycles (a pop culture deity).
dni / dnf
bigots, right wing / maga, queer exclus, anti endo, harass ppl, anti shifter, anti p-shifters / phys nonhumans, irl magical heroes, anti pop culture paganism, anti chaos magick, against self dx, fakeclaim ppl, ableist, reality check ppl w/o their consent, force recovery on those who aren't ready / dont want to recover, think fiction ALWAYS or NEVER affects reality (theres nuance !!!), think fiction can make someone into a pedo / zoo / etc, equate fictional stories and drawings of characters that dont exist to the real harm of real people (esp equating that fictional content to the harm of real children, as a survivor of grooming, csa, csem, and underage... work, its insanely offensive to say a drawing is just as bad as the photos of child me that are still out there), terf / radfem, zionists / pro israel, supports a two state solution, "cluster b abuse" believers and similar ideas of mental illness specific abuse
tags
#animal - cannibal... // this tag is on all of my posts !!
#know how a man becomes a beast when the wolfbane blooms... // this tag is for all posts related to physical nonhumanity and shapeshifting !
#im a man - im a twisted fool... // this tag is for all vent posts !!!
#even through the pain - animals cannot change... // this tag is for informational posts about physical nonhumanity, shapeshifting, and related topics !
#dig deep beneath your filling - theres an animal waiting that must come out... // this tag is for journal entries !!
#to err is human - so don't be one... // this tag is for queued posts !!!
#lately - youre the only human i believe in (i believe in)... // this tag is for reblogs !
#gnashing teeth and open mouth... // this tag is for my questions about physical nonhumanity and shapeshifting !!
#animal - cannibal...#know how a man becomes a beast when the wolfbane blooms...#holothere#biologically nonhuman#physical therian#physical shifter#real werewolf#real shapeshifter#physical nonhuman#physically nonhuman#physical otherkin#physical shifting#transspecies#p shifter#wolfkin#real werewolves#real supernaturals#vampyrism#vampyre#dragonkin#nonhuman#alterhuman#otherkin#therian#deviæ#irl chuunibyou
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Their Squeaks of War
Ship: Gemega (Gemerl/Omega)
Words ~ 1,198 ~
Warnings: Fire
A leg strikes through the air and lands a hit on the robotic figure in front of them. One might think the sound following would be a loud crash and send their opponent flying across the field they were sparring in, but this is not the case. Instead, there is a loud squeak as soft, plush padding hits the area. The material bounces off the surface, creating another squeak of a different tonality once the pressure is removed.
“I HATE THIS.”
“I’m aware.”
“I WANT TO MAIM. I CANNOT MAIM IF I AM A SQUEAKY TOY!” Omega curls his fingers which emit comical sounds from the multiple pads that envelope his finger joints.
“Turn off your auditory sensors then. I can alert you to anything happening around us using our internal messaging system.” Gemerl subconsciously pats a simple rhythm into the many squeaky pads surrounding his body. “This is how we have to spar from now on. Cream and Vanilla worked very hard on these protective pads for us. We should be grateful Tails lets us spar at all after our last duel left us entirely disabled.”
Omega growls. “I WANT TO TEAR YOU APART! THIS-” He rushes at Gemerl and slaps all over the gizoid’s front and head, unleashing a volley of squeaks just to prove his point. “-IS PATHETIC!” Somewhere outside of the box Omega and Gemerl drew for their sparring zone, stands Tails, Rouge, and Cream who are crying with laughter at the robots’ actions.
“The offer still stands. I can send you internal messages instead if you wish to not hear the noise.” Gemerl moves his hands over to his hip joints and alternates squeezing the pads covering there just to antagonize the badnik. “Or, you can keep complaining about it. Your choice.”
With a roar of anger, Omega engages Gemerl using his normal close combat strikes in an attempt to ignore his irritation. Instead of retaliating with the same offensive position, the gizoid blocks, intentionally placing the squeakers hidden within the pads directly under Omega's blows.
Once the badnik shows no signs of slowing down his attacks, Gemerl returns to his normal fighting style and they both ignore the squeaks in favor for regular close combat maneuvers. The same cannot be said for the other three observers.
“M-my tummy hurts!” Cream curls up into a fetal position in the grass, giggling away at the silly sounds that fill the air.
Tails pounds the ground with his fist, barely managing to speak through his own laughter. “I…I can barely breathe!”
Rouge is the only one still standing. She hunches over, supporting her upper body with her hands on her knees and forcefully coughs to regain control of her diaphragm. She pulls out her phone and begins a group call with Shadow and Sonic. She switches her camera’s viewpoint and a slight delay of the fight in front of her displays on her screen along with the ringing of the hedgehogs’ call icons.
Sonic answers first. “What’s up Rou-” He cuts himself off and looks on in confusion at the very odd sounds from what looks to be two large pink marshmallows beating each other to death. Once a glimpse of Omega’s head is seen, Sonic bursts out laughing. “OH MY GOD! What are they even doing?!”
“Sparring!” Rouge snorts and dissolves into laughter with the blue hedgehog.
Shadow finally answers. “What Rouge?” He seems peeved at first, but his facial expression contorts into confusion when the laughter meets his ears. His expression softens and he takes one look at the fight, then his resolve breaks. He quickly mutes himself and blacks out his screen, presumably taking some time to recover what he lost of his brooding nature.
“Wait! Wait, Shads come back!” Sonic reaches out, but he is too giggly to really form any other coherent thoughts. Eventually Tails and Cream are able to help each other off the ground, and they join Rouge in the background of her phone so they can talk to Sonic and possibly Shadow.
“Sometimes I forget how funny robots can be.” Tails takes a deep breath, grinning while Sonic and Rouge also quell their own giggles.
“Ahaha! I needed that laugh. Thanks Rouge! This made my whole day. Let me know which one of the Michelin men win alright?”
“Will do!”
“ARE YOU FILMING?!” As Sonic leaves the call, Shadow unmutes himself just in time to see Omega pointing at Rouge accusingly.
“Sorta!” Gemerl takes advantage of Omega’s distraction to get up close and personal, intentionally squeaking the pads up and down his front.
“STOP!” Omega then punches Gemerl square in the face, causing multiple pads surrounding the gizoid’s head to squeak in harmony. Shadow loses his composure once more. After ducking out of frame, quiet laughter sounds from the phone’s speaker.
The laughter continues for a few more minutes before Cream notices smoke rising from Omega’s back pads. “Uh oh. I think I accidentally covered a fan.”
Gemerl notices the smoke too and jumps back. “Omega, your exhaust fans!” Just as Omega spins his head around to examine his rear, a large flame protrudes out from one of the pads. Within a second, the entirety of Omega’s exterior is engulfed in a hot blaze.
“Fire!” Cream and Tails run back to Vanilla’s house while looking for a garden hose along the way.
“I saw that coming from a mile away.” Shadow huffs in amusement. “Thanks for the black mail Rouge.” He signs off and Rouge puts her phone away, flying away to join them in the hunt for a hose.
Through the crackling of fire, Omega begins to cackle. His claws flex and he stomps dramatically forward to where Gemerl is standing wearily. “Oh no…” The gizoid utters mostly to himself, now that he’s been made aware of the pads flammable properties.
“I THINK I’D LIKE TO GIVE YOU A HUG GEMERL!” Omega booms and pounds his fists together, sending a shower of sparks out across the grass in front of him.
“Perhaps later?” Gemerl offers meekly and shuffles backwards. A few of the pads squeak as he almost trips over his own feet.
“BUT, I MIGHT NOT BE FEELING THIS GENEROUS LATER.” Omega teases and quickens his steps towards the padded gizoid who in turn begins to run from the sentient ball of fire.
“I can't imagine why!” Gemerl calls out behind him and shrieks through his voice box when jet engines roar to life behind him.
“GIVE ME A HUG GEMERL!”
“No!” But he is tackled to the ground with ease and his temperature sensors sky rocket as the pads around him begin to burn much to his dismay. Gemerl groans and feels a heavy weight stand on his back.
“I CLAIM VICTORY OVER THIS SPARRING SESSION AND YOUR RIDICULOUS SQUEAKY PADS. FIRE ALWAYS WINS.”
“Fine.” Gemerl lays on the ground in defeat, waiting for the flames to die off, or the dumping of water to begin. The latter happens first as Rouge, Cream, and Tails come back with a garden hose.
“WAIT NO! LET ME ENJOY MY VICTORY!” Gemerl’s fans whirr in amusement as hissing steel and running water mingles with Omega’s pitiful whine. “MY FIRE!” Perhaps they both won the sparring session, in their own way.
#sonic the hedgehog#sth#e 123 omega#e-123 omega#gemega#omegemerl#gemerl the gizoid#gemerl#miles tails prower#tails the fox#rouge the bat#team dark#shadow the hedgehog#cream the rabbit
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Hello and welcome to the second Obi-Wan Kenobi Disability Exchange!
Find the AO3 collection for this year here! Read the works from last year here!
This is a disability-positive fic and art exchange created to bring more disabled Obi-Wan content into the wonderful world of fandom. To participate, you will need a registered account on AO3. If you don't have one, send me a message here and I can get you an invitation to register. If you want to participate as a pinch-hitter or beta-reader, please fill out this google form.
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-If you have questions about the exchange itself, check the AO3 Gift Exchange FAQ and the OWKDE FAQ first, and if they aren't answered there, send an ask. If you have questions about your specific fic or assignment please use DMs or email [email protected].
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-Obi-Wan must be disabled in some way, even if he is not the main character, but other characters are also welcome to have disabilities.
-The minimum word count for fanfics written for the exchange will be 500 words. Fanart must be fully rendered and complete (more polished than a sketch).
2024 Schedule
-Sign-ups begin on Sunday, June 16th and end on Sunday, June 23rd (6/16/24 - 6/23/24)
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