#disabled Long Shouren

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Since my Disabled George Weasley Headcanons kinda uh. Popped off, time for more disabled rep-!

Headcanons For Long Shouren About His Missing Arm

His arm is completely missing. No nub. It’s just a shoulder, with deep burns that reach across his chest and back

Given he works as a Dragonologist, that metal arm of his is covered in bite marks

Also it means his arm gets stolen by baby dragons constantly

Since he has burn scars, the metal arm tends to irritate it very easily. Especially since there is a metal plating that goes over his shoulder, as a makeshift shoulder blade for the metal arm

Since he felt like he deserved to lose his arm, he takes any pain he gets and keeps quiet about it. Never really venting about it, or having actual grief or mourning. Which isn’t healthy, but as I said. He felt like he deserved it, and whatever pain that came with it

He has more than one arm, for different occasions. Like a ceramic for special parties of formal nature. Amongst others

He holds no issue in explaining his arm, and showing it off to anyone who asks. Given he has the mentality of deserving to lose it, he doesn’t really see it as a burden or issue. So in a morbid way, it helps him live a mentally healthier life with the social norms

He has 100% taken said arm off, and wacked people with it for being stupid. So mostly Charlie Weasley

Despite it all, he still suffers intense nightmares from the event. Especially if he’s had a long day wearing the arm. Causing heavy irritation

It’s hard to ever see him without his arm, unless he feels truly safe with you. Given how dangerous a job like Dragonology is. The only person who has actually seen him with out his arm, that wasn’t before bed, was Charlie Weasley

He has a habit of spinning his wrist, as a fidget. Along with messing with said arm in any fashion. It’s a portable fidget toy, with all its small parts that help make it work after all

Unfortunately, he was actually left handed. But given the incident, he’s now been forced to become ambidextrous

The only person that Shouren has somewhat been open about his problems is Charlie Weasley

He has to wear clothes over his metal arm, or his hair WILL keep getting caught in the joints. That shit hurts

He has muscle spasms, neck pain, chronic pain, Phantom Pain, and multiple types of nerve damage. I mean, he literally had his arm burned right off. You aren’t going to live a normal life from burn damage. Especially since it’s implied it was burned to an absolute ash. His nerves are shot. He isn’t going to live a happy and ever normal life

He’s in a job where stuff like this happens constantly. So he will have a support network that can help him. The arm was most likely even company policy to offer, since it happens so frequently. He will also have Charlie Weasley to offer support. A strong support network goes a long way

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Word vomit all you want. YOU get it. Finally someone else gets it. It is also something to dive into in general. It is just so much MORE than just the logic of how this would work, or what back lash it would have. Because at the end of the day, George is leaving with some kind of issue. He isn’t going to be clean of pain.

But nope! Disabled? Nope totally not! Because that doesn’t meet the ‘aesthetic’ demands. This doesn’t meet the ‘quota’ or the ‘story line’ and all that. They could have so easily given him a line, in the mobile game, that addresses it. Like “Could you repeat that-? Hearings not so good anymore.” It’s so STUPIDLY SIMPLE but nope!

They also have another disabled person in the game. Long Shouren. Make ONE comment about his arm, and it’s just used as a plot device. And notice how it’s the LEFT arm? Almost like the arm that wouldn’t really affect his life. Since most people are right handed.

I can go on for hours. The media just doesn’t like disabled people. We are plot devices, we are aesthetics, we aren’t PEOPLE. George is such a simple concept. He has a missing ear. JUST ONE LINE and things could have been fine. A simple representation. Nothing complicated. Just a disabled person living a normal life. Not a sob story. Not a plot device. Not ‘to pretty’ to be disabled.

Oh jeez and WILLIAM WEASLEY! No no no. He was given the stupid Anime Boy treatment. No sir. He’s MISSING HALF HIS FACE. He should be showing teeth, missing a eye, scars in his scalp. Disabled people should be allowed to LOOK DISABLED! We don’t need to be given the pretty boy treatment to be loved.

I can go on for hours. So I better stop now before I start crying lmao. Like just. I can go on man. I can go on and on and on……..

George's ear was not cut off

Sectumsempra is the spell that George was hit with. It is describe as a spell that causes hemorrhages, and, in the fight against Draco, the spell is given the visual of blood seeping through clothing. This has the implication that it not only causes the implosion of blood vessels, but that it either 1. the magic cuts through the skin to cause the implosion and/or 2. the implosion is so strong it cuts through the skin from the inside.

There are a ton of tiny blood vessels that go in, around, and through the ear. Some of these vessels travel around the face and neck. We know that George's ear could not be grown back due to the spell being dark magic, how far does that apply? How many of those veins got hit? How much of George's face is permanently marked?

I don't know.

But what I do know is that George's ear was not cut off.

It was blasted off painfully quick and gory

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Some discord shenanigans to fill the void that is my tumblr atm because tomorrow I get my gene test results. Pls send help 😭 Accept this shitty attempt at animation as a proof of my poor mental space. I WAS PRACTICING ANIMATION 😭

Aight first thing first. COTL has temporarily invaded our sever so take this doodle of bird Weasley twins and me as a lamb

Next is a weeb @arrozconlecheeee

Here we have a Pick Me Girl in denial @chemzee

Now we have my furry saga

Take a little babeh @arrozconlecheeee

Over here is a little oodle for @venomousvio

My attempt at discord emojis

And of course mimi’s invented by @praxieserver

That’s all, for now, from our weird ass sever

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Guess not everyone is built to do pull ups

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The Fugitive And The Crime Lord

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Need A Hand?

A Shouren X Reader

Requested by: Anon

18+, Improper use of a prosthetic arm, sex toy(?) voyeurism, teasing, No Regrets

Commissions are open

“Shouren?” You called into the tent, looking around. Seems like he wasn’t home, at the moment anyway. Your boyfriend was always running off somewhere. Saving orphaned dragons, hiding bodies of poachers, feeding said poachers to the dragons at Hogwarts, just normal stuff.

Left you with more free time than you liked. Sure, he’s off being a hero, but you needed attention to! You swore he loved dragons more than you. Deep down, you knew that wasn’t true. His name is literally Long Tian Shouren. Wasn’t that literally what Celestial Chinese Dragons were called? Was he a dragon-?

Those were the thoughts that often kept you busy, as you would lay around in the cozy tent. He could have moved into the actual hut at the padlock, but he was a boy of nature. You won’t lie, there was something so nice star gazing together. Also meant you could hog the hut all yourself, and have some nice healthy alone time. Healthy relationship goals.

Still, you didn’t like being alone all the time. You had needs, and he had needs. Seems the need to save dragons overpowered any libido he ever got. Lame. You have a huff, as you went snooping around. Seeing if you could find out where he ran off to this night. Maybe some mysterious map to a fantastical land. Maybe even secret letters for the underground. Or maybe….

“Must be here on the grounds-“ You muttered, as you saw his arm on the bedside table to his futon. Probably going to collect more healing potions, or watch his daughter’s Quidditch practices. You loved that about him. Such a supportive dad. Had you smile, as you played with his arm.

You would play with the joints, and admired the way it moved. Fascinated on how it worked. How much life it had, when attached. Most likely a special charm to make it connect to his nerves. Charms were so cool. You would just smile, as you would bend the fingers. Enjoying how it moved so smoothly, just to lock into place when no longer making contact.

You won’t lie, it was giving you ideas. The joints locked into place after all, so maybe……No. No that’s such an invasive thing. Just because it wasn’t attached to him right now doesn’t mean it’s not any less his hand. That’s just not right…..But he did say his arm was just as much yours as his. Some romantic word fumble when his English short circuited.

You would give a look around, before quickly closing the tent flaps. As if you wanted anyone walking in. It felt so dirty to do this, and that was what was so thrilling. Using your boyfriend’s own arm. So taboo. Then again, you were wizards. What really is taboo for a wizard anyway? Better to not over think it, or factor in the laws and morals it takes to enjoy the comforts of a Animagus.

You quickly shook your head, before sneaking behind the room divider. The beautiful cherry blossom designs casting pink shadows over you, as you got cozy in the shared futon. Snuggling into the pillows you shared, and taking in a deep breath. How rich it was with him.

You would hesitate for a moment, before you said screw it. Literally. With your bottoms removed, you would spread your legs. You took in a few deep breaths, as you would make the hand form a shape. Two fingers, with a hook curve. So it could hit you just right.

With one more look around, you would let the hand’s fingers slide into you. The cold metal sending sharp shivers up and down your spine. The thrill of the taboo was exciting, as you kept a good grip on the metal. Moving the arm up and down. Letting it move in and out, as you covered your eyes with your free arm.

The thrill of it all was the exciting part, more so than the actual pleasure. It was so dirty, and so strange. You knew you shouldn’t, and that was the fun of it. To just close your eyes, as you used your own boyfriend’s prosthetic to pleasure yourself. Had you biting your lip, as you felt it rub you just right.

It was so easy to get lost in the moment. It was all so nice. To just feel the cool metal move inside of you, as you relaxed into the cushions. As you did, you let out a shakey breath. You felt the fingers move, and straighten out. You must have pushed to hard, and changed the position. That was what you thought, until the wrist started to move on its own.

You gave a gasp, as the fingers started to move on their own. Starting to speed up, and spread you open. Your eyes quickly opened, only to see your boyfriend standing above you. His working arm on his hip, as he was in his messy casual Hanfu. Those soft greens to accent that salt and pepper hair.

“Need a hand-?” He asked, as the hand started to finger you faster. You were so embarrassed, to have him walk in on you like this. You were so flustered, only to be left moaning. Learning he had more control over that arm than you thought. You would just toss your head back, as you kept the arm close to you. Not wanting the pleasure to stop.

“I know you enjoy toys, but this is rather silly.” He laughed at you, as you were so embarrassed. Just trying to hide your face, but unable to let the arm go. You were so close. You just had to ride on a little longer, and it seemed your boyfriend gave you mercy. Letting those mechanical fingers move faster, and even slipped a third finger in.

It finally got too much, as you came across the metal arm. He finally made it stop moving, as you rode out the high. He would tsk at you, before taking it away from you. “I just cleaned this-“ He playfully said, as you just enjoyed the after glow. “I suppose I should have seen this coming.” He teases, as you rolled your eyes.

“Just remember to do that again to me, sometime.” You offered, as he smiled. “As long as you promise to clean it afterwards.” He offered, before he planted a sweet kiss to your cheek, as he playfully had his metal hand pat your cheek. You stuck your tongue out at him, and those almond eyes smiled. This was going to be fun.

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A drawing I did, before the whole gene testing situation. Super proud of it, and needed to share it. Oc in the pink, aka Aruna, belongs to @venomousvio

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Made this a while back for a friend. So if yall want something like this 🥺 my com’s are open. Just saying…..

Pin Up Boy under the cut 😘

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Charlie Weasley X Long Shouren

Warning: Fluff, talks of burns, talks of missing body parts, disabilities, crude humor

“Thanks for taking over for me.” The ginger would sigh, as he snuck out from behind Hagrids hut. The class having been dismissed, as it was the first day. The orphaned Opal eye would give a curious head tilt at the new face. A test sniff was given, before it was seemingly enchanted. Charging over, only for the man to scoop it up. Drowning the blue dragon in kisses, as the Dragon Professor gave a fond smile. Watching the freckled face pepper the baby in affection. Charlie Weasley. Quite the man. A myth, a legend, a friend. He owed him one, as the other man saved his hide when he had a incident long ago. The dragon he was watching had escaped, and nearly attacked a muggle village. Charlie was his hero, so now he would be his. “It is no trouble at all. Family is very important to you, after all.” The amputee would admit, as he came closer. His human hand coming to gently stroke the Dragons head. A few chirps left the baby, as it snuggled under the chin of the freckled fiend. Enjoying the texture of the slowly growing stumble. Blending in with his tanned, burnt, flesh. “You deserve to catch up with your siblings. How rare it is for you to even be on this side of the globe. You go and spend time with them. Especially George.” He would nod, as big brown eyes would look over to him. The burnt ends of his hair brushed aside, as he tossed his braid behind him as well. “Hey, you are here to.” He hip bumped, making the taller man roll his eyes. Such contrast they were. Ginger, deep reds and blacks, a smile that could melt snow. Salt and pepper, greens, and a gentle expression to calm the most dangerous of beasts. Despite such contrast, they were so similar anyway. Long hair, wounded complexions, hearts made to love. That’s what made them work. The contrast, yet deep connections. Just the two of them, standing together, as the Opal eye slept. Curled up in the Weasley’s arms, as the poor thing started to naw at Shouren’s hand. Fake one, luckily. “Poor thing is teething-“ Shouren sighed. “I’m not nursing him, you do it-“ Charlie teases, as he watched the dragon threaten to tear his fake arm off. “Assistance, please-“ Shouren would gently ask, as Charlie came to save the day again. Able to gently stroke the dragons neck, and caused the beast to release his hand. Now having bite marks in the metal. His normal fingers would feel it over, as Charlie watched. “Guess there are some perks to that thing. Still has to suck. Was hard as hell when George lost his ear. Can’t imagine a whole ass arm.” Charlie admits, as the Asian nodded. “It’s been hard. Painful especially. The phantom pain has kept me up.” He admits, as he could still feel the dragons breath on a arm that doesn’t exist. How the flesh melted away so fast, he hardly had time to register the nerves were gone. Happened so fast. He didn’t even realized he zoned out, until a hand was on his back. Charlie may not understand the pain, but he has had someone suffer a lost of ability regardless. He sure can try, which is better than most people. A tired smile was given, as the Opal eye was resting on his hip. As if a child. Shouren found it comical, and oddly cute. “Come on. Give him here, while you go and see your brother. No one will ever know you are here. I promise.” Shouren reassured, as the trade off was given. “I owe you one, I mean it.” He said, as he made sure he had all his things. Wand was strapped, as the two would make eye contact. Charlie now having his turn at the cute sight. How the Opal eye was a cuddle bug. “You are the best.” Charlie winked, before he snapped out of existence. “I think someone’s being a bit modest.” He chuckled to himself, as he would gently stroke the Dragons head. Humming as he did so. Able to have the comforting thought that his fellow Dragonologist was able to spend time with his family. Something rare, with a job like theirs. He would do it again and again and again. Lie a million times for that man. If only he learned to stop lying to himself, and accept that maybe they were more than just work collages. More than friend. Simply just more.

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“There was a old saying, I accidentally created. ‘Love someone like a Weasley loves dragons.’ How cute. Hagird often said that he could never imagine me being able to love something more then dragons. I’m a Weasley. We are famous for defying expectations. Helps that pretty boy here loves some fire in his belly~”

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((I’m sorry but I gotta rant. Yet again, another media platform is using disability for the sake of a aesthetic, and not actually being disabled. Notice how it’s his left arm? Wow it’s almost like they don’t want to actually inconvenience him, with him being right handed. The arm that should have been most likely lost. I like. It’s ALWAYS LIKE THIS! They want to meet a AESTHETIC! Like he uses his fake arm to help hatch dragon eggs. It’s a AESTHETIC! Not a disability!

((THEN THERE IS GEORGE! Oh I am PISSED about George. It could have been so simple. Just one line. “Could you repeat that?” Or “Can you speak up, my hearing isn’t that good anymore.” ONE DAMN LINE! But noooooooo!!!! It’s just a aesthetic. It’s just a “Oh remember he is missing a ear?” In melé battles they didn’t even make a new model for Fred. It’s just George cloned. He is MISSING A EAR! His hearing won’t be good anymore! Even if he still had a hole in his head. The ear shape itself works as a cone to collect sound. No matter what, his hearing will be worse. But nope! AESTHETICS! WERE ALL JUST AESTHETICS!

((I’m so fucking tired of being a aesthetic. That disability’s are just used to “look cool and different” and nothing more then something you can put on and off. That there’s no spectrum. It’s just “missing left arm. But left arm is super cool! Let’s not talk about how it affects in real life!” I’m so damn tired man. And go and say I’m being “dramatic about works of fiction” all you want. IM RIGHT AND YOU KNOW IT! And if you still think I’m wrong, I’m gonna take a guess and say you aren’t a person to talk on disability matters at all. I have noticed this trend all my life. We aren’t people. We are either objects that aren’t human or a aesthetic to look cool and meet a story plot point. Never simply…..Existing.

((We can never simply exist. We are often shown in media to either be a damn plot point, be pitied, to look a certain way to meet a pleasing eye, just never simply there to exist. We aren’t seen as normal. We have to meet a certain standard. Don’t get me started on how it’s always a PSYCHICAL disability. Missing limbs, or paralyzed. Never having some kind of basic concept that disabilitys can be born. That it’s not always “some kind of tragic accident” that we can simply JUST HAVE THEM! I’m just so tired of being treated with pre established ideas. Not human. Not meeting their “normal expected standards” that…..I am a prop. Just I’m so damn mad and tired and just

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