klb: (Default)
[personal profile] klb posting in [community profile] voiceteam
General Rules

1. You are welcome to comment anonymously on the kink meme or to attach your username.

2. All comments must adhere to the Voiceteam code of conduct, content moderation rules, and anti-harassment policy.

3. Please include warnings in the comment subject line for any of AO3's blanket warnings: major character death, non-consent or dubious-consent, graphic depictions of violence, and underage. Also feel free to include other warnings or content notes that you think other players might prefer a heads up about.

4. Please link to NSFW images or videos and label them appropriately—do not embed them in comments.

5. This kink meme was created for Voiceteam. People who are not Voiceteam players may fill prompts, but keep in mind that any fic fills on the kink meme will have automatic blanket permission for podficcing. If you do not want to give blanket permission for podfic of your written work to be created, please do not post it here!

Leaving Prompts

1. Reply to this post to make a top-level comment naming a fandom. You may only use fandoms that have roles in the Voiceteam Discord.

2. Reply to the name of a fandom to leave a prompt for that fandom. The subject line should be a quick summary of the prompt. For example, "Steve/Bucky, 5+1 anniversaries," or "Gen, modern AU, Stede hosts a game night." Give more info about the prompt in the text of the comment—you can be as vague or detailed as you like.

3. Please leave only one prompt per comment. You may leave as many prompts per fandom as you want.

Filling Prompts

1. Post your fill (or a link to your fill) by replying to the comment that prompted it. You can fill a prompt with written or audio work.

2. Edit the title of the comment to include the title of your fill (if it's titled) and a rating on AO3's G, T, M, or E scale.

3. Multiple people can fill the same prompt!

Note: credit to the afc-richmond-kinkmeme for inspiring some of the wording and structure of this post!

Star Wars - General

Date: 2023-05-11 01:20 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Star Wars - All Media Types
From: (Anonymous)
Fic/podfic about characters being trans or cultures / people who exist outside of our gender binary as we know it. Do they use neopronouns? Is it a minor facet of their identity or a huge one?
All Star Wars eras are fair game!
pandamug: (Default)
From: [personal profile] pandamug
752 words of Padmé gender

cw: pregnancy, disassociation, Padmé DOESN'T die but DOES run away, one intentional self-misgendering

The first thing anyone noticed about Padmé Amidala was always the outfit. Crimson flowing robes underpinned saffron headdresses, emerald and sapphire baubles ornamented regalia of the highest quality in every possible hue under the Naboo sun. And the shoes! Elaborate platforms and tiered sandals, ornate soles and expertly woven straps.

Anyone may see that the effect was intentional: it required too much buttressing, too many hours of careful face painting to be in error. Astute observers may even have noted that the elaborate costumes offer a degree of security--any handmaiden might take the Queen's place in a time of need.

Yet what they did not see--what Padmé never allowed anyone to see--is that it is, at its core, a shell. The Queen was never seen in public without layer after layer of the finest fabrics, heavy jewels, and elaborate makeup, after all, and thus the Queenhood and all its trappings was something Padmé may remove at will.

Before public service, Padmé had never really felt like a human with a body. Most of the time, they felt a little like a faulty droid, one with a wire just a half a degree out of alignment. Sometimes they felt like an marooned creature who couldn't quite understand the language everyone else knew by heart. And sometimes they felt like a vast and unknowable expanse of the night sky.

Once, when they were a child of five or six, their mother took them to see a whalecloud from the Kaliida Nebula. It was a massive thing, a morass of particles floating in its translucent enclosure, a starlit swirl of galaxy dust coalescing from time to time into a massive blob, graceless and hungry and pressing against the walls of its cage. Padmé put their face up as close as they could and stared until their mother begged them to come away.

They had been sneaking out at night for as long as they could remember, stuffing their hair under a small cap (it was truly amazing how much volume the royal hairdressers could get out of so little). They would bind their chest and don plain linen trousers and a dark cotton shirt. They'd programmed the security droids to ignore their slight figure as they fled into the night. It was the only time they felt like a person--not a queen or a wonky droid or a blob too big for its enclosure, but a person with a little galaxy inside their chest.

***

Love can be the best thing that ever happens to a body.

When Padmé met him again, they thought they could be a person, or at least a caged tangle of guts that could pretend hard enough until it turned into one.

For a little while, it felt like he could reach in and realign the misfiring wires of their heart and make them into the girl she could never quite be.

It felt good. Until it didn't.

Love can be the worst thing that ever happens to a body.

***

The strange, cooing droids swept over Padmé's swollen form, their body distorted with the wonderful/terrible condemnation of love. They wanted to be rid of all of this, rid of it, they had tried, they tried and they couldn't do it, not now, not ever.

The droids, reading their spiking heart rate and budding panic attack in the midst of labor, pumped their veins full of sedation, and everything went fuzzy for a time.

***

When Padmé awoke, they had nothing. No clothes, save for the rough fabric of the hospital garments. No makeup. No servants, no other lives. They looked down at their chest and were surprised to see a flat expanse lightly bandaged with small, newly-healed incisions.

An incision along their belly still pulled with new scar tissue as well. Padmé padded across the hospital room to the droid in the corner.

"Excuse me," they said. "What happened?"

"You were in distress," the droid sang back in soothing tones. "We took necessary medical steps to alleviate it."

"Oh. Um. Thank you," Padmé said, cheeks burning. "May I have my shoes?"

"No," the droid answered.

"Why not?"

"It is our expert medical opinion they would cause you distress. Please use those by the door."

Padmé looked at the shoes, simple sandals made of woven cord, and nodded to the droid.

"I'm leaving now," they said. "Don't tell anyone."

The droid cooed in assent, and Padmé left, feeling more like a person than they had in a long, long time.
Edited (update with wordcount) Date: 2023-05-12 06:29 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This is so lovely!!! thank you so much for writing it omg!!! -flowerparrish

Re: Star Wars - Space Culture

Date: 2023-05-11 04:47 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Anything about space culture. Pick a planet, any planet, and make that a central part of the story. Tatooine? Alderaan? Naboo? Coruscant? Mandalore? There are so many distinctive planets! Or maybe not a planet and get really into Jedi/Sith/clone/rebel/slave culture.

Star Wars - Lola and Sabine

Date: 2023-05-13 02:03 am (UTC)
minnarr: leia (Default)
From: [personal profile] minnarr
I don’t care how, I just would really love Lola of SW Visions season 2 & Sabine Wren to meet

Re: Star Wars - General

Date: 2023-05-13 12:46 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Jon Antilles. We love a rare blorbo in this house

Profile

voiceteam: (Default)
Voiceteam

May 2025

S M T W T F S
    12 3
45678910
11 121314151617
181920 21222324
25262728293031

Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 19th, 2025 07:21 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios