Revolution

[SFW] Finding Family!

Rough bio/character information for Jude.

His full name is Julian Harrison Carmichael, but he goes by Jude. He prefers it, (even if it is considered a “childish” nickname) as it was easier for him to say as a child and as he grew older, he discovered it was linked to his favourite band and one of his favourite songs!

Shy, and soft spoken, he has grown up facing prejudice and bullying from others around his disabilities. He is Autistic, dyslexic, and dyspraxic, using things like coloured overlays and a laptop over handwriting notes in classes or when he needs to make lists or write letters regarding his care and support needs.

He finds overly loud and bright places to be a sensory nightmare, often comparing the noise to someone turning up a TV all the way in volume or like when someone drives down the road with the brightest setting on headlamps. He struggles sometimes when it comes to articulating, often getting stuck in the middle of sentences whilst he tries to find the correct words or just sometimes cannot get the words out.

When things are too bad, he can stop talking completely even when prompted because talking at that moment in time is just too much for him to deal with. Too much noise, too many people, too much of an assault on his already frayed senses. He can often rock when over stimulated, and when excited he can bounce in place to try and deal with how he's feeling!

He does tend to "hyper-fixate" on things, and his current “Hyper fixation” is Pokemon. His favourite food is cereal, and he loves milk. Warm milk, cold milk, chocolate, strawberry... He just loves milk!

He can be a rather picky eater, not liking certain textures due to sensory reasons. As a result, he tends to stick to the same kinds of foods for every meal. He likes his cereal for breakfast, then for lunch he tends to stick to crackers with an apple for desert. And a glass of milk, of course. Dinner, he likes chicken with peas and carrots or green beans.

He adores the beach, though will only really go when it's late evening. Walking along and listening to the waves lapping, watching the water dance and sparkle under the moonlight and having barely anybody around makes him feel safe and at peace.

He finds comfort in his old, worn out plush Panda that he keeps in every foster and group home he has ever been in. He hides it in his bag during school, taking it out when he can hide it from other people during sensory overloads. He obtained this panda when he was six from a yard sale for 25 cents, and it has been with him ever since. Named "Patch" it has a tartan patch sewn over it's missing left eye, making it almost resemble a pirate panda!

When it comes to looking after himself, he has his own routines and choices in things like clothing. He likes loose clothing like baggy hoodies and t-shirts, sweatpants so that he doesn’t need to deal with buttons or zips, and either slip-on or velcro shoes so that he can avoid struggling with trying to do laces. He also struggles with catching or throwing things, and other fine-motor skills.

Despite this he is clever and creative, whipping up wonderful stories that people love to read if they can get past spelling errors or disjointed handwriting when he doesn’t have access to a computer, tablet or a laptop.

He prefers baths to showers as there is more control over the water temperature, and he doesn’t have the enclosed feeling of a shower cubicle or the (to him) sensory nightmare of the noise and sprays of a shower.

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I wanted to explore the idea he is adopted by a single mom, but someone who maybe had trauma in the past around loud noises and bright lights. She has been cleared for foster placement (Good safe home, good job, money, and an understanding of Autism and disabilities from college and work courses over the last 15 years) she is good for Jude because of all of that *plus* her understanding with loud noises?

She'd be mid-thirties or so I think. I wanted to hint she was previously in the army or navy, moving to study nursing or childcare when she was discharged due to an injury.

I considered the idea she has a prosthetic limb, something Jude tries and helps her with when he can? Maybe he likes learning about technology around such and sits reading magazines or articles if she lets him?

Or we can discuss!

I See You, You See Me.

So, I wanted to explore a best friends/found family style RP focusing on two main characters, with a supporting cast, of course.

I wanted to play as Jude, a young man of 18/19 who has used a wheelchair since he was very young. He is paralyzed from the waist down, so is rather used to being treated differently from the rest of society and having to make adaptations.

She is a popular girl (18-20) who ends up in a wheelchair temporarily after breaking her legs in a fall during practise. She isn't used to not having full control, and needing support with her day-to-day life. I hadn't quite worked out her personality type yet, but I kind of like the idea she was always kind to Jude or maybe she just didn't really interact with him prior?

I just sort of like the idea he is the one the school/college picks to show her how to get around (Because they assume he'd want to, though they never asked. I wanted to kinda make it clear they just assumed because he is disabled, he would help someone with no questions asked, as though they think he can't make choices? He will help, but he would have preferred to be in the discussion.)

I think it could be interesting to see how her views or attitude changes when she realises what he has to put up with daily, from people not looking directly at him when talking to people, assuming he's entirely incapable of looking after himself, to learning what medical issues he has to deal with. (Even if not herself.).

I like the idea of them becoming friends even after she stops using her chair and moves to crutches and eventually walking fully?

It's hard to express, but I kinda think it would be interesting to explore?

Cause "I Love You's Not Enough", I'm Lost For Words... [M4F]

Cause "I Love You's Not Enough", I'm Lost For Words... [M4F]

Okay, so I don't have a starter for this concept but it's one I have been itching to explore for a while now!

18+ writers and characters only, please.

I am looking for someone willing to, or able, to write as a female character who has recently become a wheelchair user. This could be as the result of an accident, a dare gone wrong, or her own health issues. Her personality and how she looks are all up to you, but the reason I want to throw this premise out there is because I absolutely love the idea of pairing her with one of my two boys.

And exploring the loss of their independence, to an extent. Especially if they were someone who *had* to be as such, or someone who deeply values it. Maybe they were someone who had lots of friends, and now they need help, the people who *were* her friends suddenly vanish? Maybe they don't know what to do or say, or maybe they are so vile and vain they cannot take this "imperfection" as they see her having?

Both of my characters can help as much as needed, of course.

I have Jude, who is on the autistic spectrum. I love the idea of pairing two characters with disabilities together, to see how they can help and support each other the best they can. Maybe she was a bit of a bully to Jude prior to needing the chair, or maybe they were pretty much strangers having never interacted before. Maybe they had spoken on occasion, but again we can discuss all of this!

Or there is Will. He grew up in an abusive home, and is a timid soul who does have a lot of warmth and kindness for the right person. Perhaps he is hired to help care for her after the accident/event, much to the initial discomfort (For lack of a better word) of both for various reasons?

Maybe they were always friends, and when she needs a carer to help when her family aren't around she asks him? If she's going to need help dressing, she'd rather him see her than strangers? If she's incontinent, she'd rather him clean her than strangers.

Seeing how she deals with the frustration, the lack of control, how some people talk about/over not to her, the anger, maybe if it was an accident how she deals with either blaming someone else or herself?

Not shying away from the stark realities that she's now facing, but she won't be facing them alone.

Again, just throwing concepts out there!

I was thinking with Will too, you have the ability to explore more emotional beats and deep trust in eachother.

Imagine she is living with her parents having made up and allowing them to help, so she's back home. He turns up at the doorstep one night at 11pm, drenched with rain and wearing a t-shirt and jeans, barefoot. He looks at her when she opens the door, apologies for it being so damned late at night.

But the blood under his nose, the split lip, the brusing on his cheek all point to a secret he's been keeping because he's not wanting to seem weak, to make her feel guilty, to make her feel she has to help him.

"I can't go back."

Hey Jude

Hey Jude, Don’t Be Afraid…

Okay, so a rather basic concept I’ll admit but here we go. Please note that I want to focus on the concept of found family in this, rather than a romantic plot.

Meet Jude. 18 years old, he is a rather soft-spoken and shy young man who is currently living in a group home. Placed into care at a young age because his parents felt unable to raise/deal with an autistic child, he has never really settled into any home since. Because of this, he has spent a great deal of time in group homes not equipped to deal with him or able to give the full support he needs whilst dealing with other children.

Six weeks ago, he was injured whilst protecting a classmate from an assault by three classmates. Since then he hasn’t returned to school, healing and trying to face leaving whilst rumours, videos of the incident and alleged photos rip through the hallways like a raging river.

Meanwhile, <She> is dealing with her own thoughts, guilt and her own minor physical injuries that she sustained in the incident. Since it took place, she has seen the videos filmed by bystanders, and the videos going around like they should be shared rather than deleted and scrubbed for all but those investigating.

I kinda like the idea of picking up on his first day back, seeing how she supports him through it and the following weeks, as he deals with people seeing him like a hero and not liking being viewed in such a way as it’s way, way too much attention for him.

Also I lowkey adore the idea she's his *twin*?

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Rough bio/character information for Jude.

His full name is Julian Harrison Carmichael, but he goes by Jude. He prefers it, (even if it is considered a “childish” nickname) as it was easier for him to say as a child and as he grew older, he discovered it was linked to his favourite band and one of his favourite songs!

Shy, and soft spoken, he has grown up facing prejudice and bullying from others around his disabilities. He is Autistic, dyslexic, and dyspraxic, using things like coloured overlays and a laptop over handwriting notes in classes or when he needs to make lists or write letters regarding his care and support needs.

He finds overly loud and bright places to be a sensory nightmare, often comparing the noise to someone turning up a TV all the way in volume or like when someone drives down the road with the brightest setting on headlamps. He struggles sometimes when it comes to articulating, often getting stuck in the middle of sentences whilst he tries to find the correct words or just sometimes cannot get the words out.

When things are too bad, he can stop talking completely even when prompted because talking at that moment in time is just too much for him to deal with. Too much noise, too many people, too much of an assault on his already frayed senses. A concoction that is not to his tastes, so to speak. He can often rock when over stimulated, and when excited he can bounce in place to try and deal with how he's feeling!

He does tend to "hyper-fixate" on things, and his current “Hyper fixation” is Pokemon. His favourite food is cereal, and he loves milk.

Warm milk, cold milk, chocolate, strawberry... He just loves milk!
He can be a rather picky eater, not liking certain textures due to sensory reasons. As a result, he tends to stick to the same kinds of foods for every meal. He likes his cereal for breakfast, then for lunch he tends to stick to crackers with an apple for desert. And a glass of milk, of course. Dinner, he likes chicken with peas and carrots or green beans.

He adores the beach, though will only really go when it's late evening. Walking along and listening to the waves lapping, watching the water dance and sparkle under the moonlight and having barely anybody around makes him feel safe and at peace.

He finds comfort in his old, worn out plush Panda that he keeps in every foster and group home he has ever been in. He hides it in his bag during school, taking it out when he can hide it from other people during sensory overloads. He also finds a lot of comfort in familar people, particularly <sister>, the person he is easily the closest to out of anyone and the person he considers his best friend.

When it comes to looking after himself, he has his own routines and choices in things like clothing. He likes loose clothing like baggy hoodies and t-shirts, sweatpants so that he doesn’t need to deal with buttons or zips, and either slip-on or velcro shoes so that he can avoid struggling with trying to do laces. He also struggles with catching or throwing things, and other fine-motor skills.

Despite this he is clever and creative, whipping up wonderful stories that people love to read if they can get past spelling errors or disjointed handwriting when he doesn’t have access to a computer, tablet or a laptop.

He prefers baths to showers as there is more control over the water temperature, and he doesn’t have the enclosed feeling of a shower cubicle or the (to him) sensory nightmare of the noise and sprays of a shower.

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December 15th.

Eighteen-year-old Julian “Jude” Carter stared at the stairs that led up to the large glass and wooden doors of Saint Carter High School, big blue eyes taking in each and every detail as if he was seeing it for the very first time in his life. His hands retreated inside the oversized grey hoodie he wore as though a turtle finding his shell, the cuffs frayed from where he had rubbed the material between fingers when stimming during bouts of anxiety or feeling overwhelmed.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, then opened them again as he slowly lifted his trembling left hand to brush two fingers against his cheek with a sharp intake of pained breath. From the cheek to the top of his head sat a large bruise, much darker and more swollen around his eye than anywhere else. The bridge of his nose had gauze and tape across it, denoting that it had been broken. His spectacles were taped on the bridge and across the left arm so they were able to be worn, though now they sat slightly askew on his face with the hint of a crack forming on the left lens. His top lip had been split open, one of his bottom teeth broken. He was positive he could still taste the metallic blood even now, despite brushing his teeth and drinking water more times than might have been healthy since the event.

Under his baggy hoodie, his ribs were cracked with dark and nasty bruises running up from his waist and across his chest like paint splattered over a canvas with anger and carelessness. Each deep breath he took made him flinch, as though his body was being pulled and twisted in the wrong way with silent screams of protest from his bones and his muscles.

The right side of his face was surprisngly unharmed, having managed to at least protect that. His ankle hurt like hell on his left side, as he walked with a heavy limp as though he was almost lopsided. Leaning on the crutch helped physically, but the sharp tapping against concrete, or tiles, or wood sent sharp jolts of discomfort through his ears and his brain. His right wrist was still bruised and swollen, wrapped from his palm down to his elbow in a white bandage that stood out clearly against the grey hoodie.

Swallowing hard, he took a step forward and up the stairs into the halls. Bright fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered overhead, chatter filling the air like someone had turned the TV onto max volume. He flinched as a loud voice boomed from down the hall, a laugh not aimed at him but reminding him starkly of that terrible night just a few weeks prior. He knew he had come back to school too early, but at the same time he couldn’t face being in that group home and knew the longer he put it off the harder it would be to return.

To his horror, someone saw him. His name was called out, and it seemed like all eyes were upon him as people started to swarm him! He didn’t want the attention, didn’t understand why “hero” was being thrown about like debris in a storm. People looking at him admiringly, as though he should have been wearing a medal or a badge of honor. He tried not to recall the actual event, foggy and fractured with only laughs and someone begging them to stop hurting him. He didn’t remember stepping in front of the girl they were harassing, barely recalled the first punch or his head hitting the concrete.

Hero? He wasn’t a hero, why were people saying that? It didn’t make sense. Heroes were firefighters or paramedics, or the people in his favourite comic books who wore bright spandex and threw out phrases like “Justice is a breakfast best served cold”. That type of cliche, corny writing that he absolutely loved.

From overhead, there was a sound reminiscent of a supermarket tannoy, followed by a slight hissing and crackling before a voice echoed through the halls from the speakers as the noise in the hall fell to murmers and hushed conversation.

“Could all students and faculty please make their way to the auditorium immediately for a special assembly? That's all students and faculty to please make their way immediately to the auditorium. Thank you.” With another hissing, the speakers died down and the hall swelled to uncomfortable levels of overlapping conversation and laughter all around. Attempts at pulling him in were utterly futile as there was way too much going on for him to focus on anything!

Saoirse, Sisterhood and Solidarity.

Rough concept, but here we go!

I have my soft-spoken trans girl Saoirse. Hailing from Strathbeck in Ireland, she has been writing to her penfriend in America for roughly a decade or so now. She doesn’t really talk about her identity to people in real life, but her penfriend/best friend knows everything about this as she trusted her deeply, and does indeed still trust her a hell of a lot.

I kind of imagine <penfriend> as being the sort of rich mean girl cliche you might see in movies, but with Saoirse she is different. She can be her true self as she knows she doesn’t judge, especially when she comes out and starts signing letters as Saoirse, not as Sean. But we can totally discuss this.

I love the idea of Saoirse coming to America/Canada for a surprise for her penfriend’s college graduation, maybe arranged with <friends>’s parents in secret? Or maybe <pennfriend> is an artist, and this is her first show? Saoirse would be 20, being roughly a year or so younger then her. Turning up at her front door as a surprise, or maybe her parents claim they need to pick up a friend from the airport and it's Saoirse? Wearing a hoodie and bracelet <name> sent her once?

Or even getting Saoirse into the graduation/show so she’s sat there able to witness it all in person? <Penfriend> seeing her from across the stage, and having to hold in all the emotions until she’s off the stage and mingling with the crowd?

I just love the idea of that first hug, hanging out, talking in person and realising that the fact they were best friends (Maybe even love each other like sisters) through letters is only made stronger by being side by side in person?

Looking for SFW RP!

Okay, so a basic premise but;

Okay, so I kinda want help with an RP Prompt!

I have Saoirse, a trans girl and the youngest of 5 siblings at 18. Her big sister passed when she was three, her mom walked just after and she barely remembers them.

I absolutely love the idea that she comes out, and finds herself getting into a group of six popular girls who all protect and support her in various ways (For example, maybe they all give her clothes they claim don't fit or suit them, ir were worn once. Soairse realises they're all brand new). Maybe give her a cheer outfit so she matches them? Or little things like walking her to class, casually standing up for her. Painting her nails, etc.)

She's scared of her dad finding out, and he is more upset she thinks he'd be upset. He doesn't fully understand everything, but he loves and accepts her regardless. Maybe he empties the garage of junk to give her her own space? Inviting the six girls over to decorate the room for her with their own touches?

I kinda want her and the group leader to grow closest. Unknown to them, Saoirse's sister had been best friends with *her* sister growing up. After Saoirse's sister passed, the families found it too painful to remain in touch so they never became friends until now.

But I love the idea they naturally become best friends, reflecting their sisters. How they fall asleep against each other on long trips, the way they laugh together, the way they perform when cheering.

Photos of them mirror photos from 14 years ago.

At one point, her dad gifts her something that had been locked away in an "off-limits". An old dark blue varsity jacket, cream sleeves and gold lettering. On the back, in gold lettering? Her sister's name, Morgan and the number 7. Saoirse's number.

Plot points I would love to be woven in;

The six girls do NOT know Saoirse's sisters story. The leader may vaguely know of a girl her older sister mentions who passed prior to graduation but not who she is?

I was looking at weaving in subplots with Saoirse's mother trying to step back into her life and ultimately getting rejected.

"You left because of grief. I understand. But I don't forgive. You hurt my dad and brothers when they were grieving Harper. You don't get to come back after 14 years and play the doting mom now."

I was also looking at weaving "7" in as a motif. Saoirse was the 7th name on a list when she was considering new names. It's 7 letters.

Her dad is a Firefighter working on Ladder 7?

Her locker combo is "007" and she was born July 7th.

She's the 7th friend.

All coincidences but keep it as a running theme. Maybe she always reads at around 7pm but never realised why?

It's also a number that was never used on Varsity Cheer/Cheer Squad between Harper's death and Saoirse joining. There's some apprehension and pushback from Alumni, parents and teachers who knew Harper until they see Saoirse in the jacket and realise the connection and that it's being worn to honor the sister she never met.

And maybe explore the fact her brothers all wore 7 on Basketball or Football teams and it's now only an issue that a trans girl wears her sister's number?

And the *fallout* at school, the division and the comments after getting the jacket.

Saoirse is close to tears when a teacher tells her it's a distraction in class when a throat clears.

"She's a distraction? look a' me." A strong Cajun accent rings out. A girl who's 6 foot tall, dressed in a leather jacket, chains, ripped jeans and combat boots. Hair spiked up in a bright red mohawk.

A moment where Saoirse receives a teddy bear with a message her sister recorded, where she hears both her voice and the nickname only she use "Sunbeam".

Weave in a constant song. Playing on the radio, or Saoirse humming it. *Golden Slumbers* (The Beatles song) was a lullaby that Harper sung when Saoirse (before using that name of course) was going to bed. It also ties to *Golden Numbers* being the title of the RP.

Dealing with the stark reality there will be protests and people against Saoirse being allowed in squad and to even *exist how she does*. Not everyone will accept, no forced morals or acceptances. No lessons learnt.

A constant bully woven through who is framed as bigoted, but also deeply jealous of Saoirse because she's got talent and people genuinely *like* her. The bully is just a not very nice person, and her targeting isn't purely based on Saoirse's gender identity but a mix of that and jealousy.

She gets kicked off the squad after refusing to catch Saoirse resulting in an injured ankle. It's pretty much known that it was intended, but can't be proven.

She tries to frame this as "cancel culture" and being targeted for her views, approaching local blogs and papers with her parents threatening legal action until it's made clear this stepped being views and into physical harm.

I'm debating if to have the antagonist have a lot of her views influenced by parents and TV, parroting talking points without actually understanding them?

There's a few stragglers that side with her, but most either don't care that there's a trans girl in school or they like Saoirse so it's not gonna work.

And I absolutely love the idea she thinks a Muslim teammate will agree with her, really leaning into her prejudiced views.

And the Muslim girl's only answer is to remove her Hijab in front of Saoirse before practise.

"I only remove this around my sisters."

Saoirse refusing to accept an apology. Framing it as not a personal thing but "You could have hurt anyone of us. You're sorry you got kicked out, not because of what you were doing to me."

The thing that really steps the line is when the antagonist tries to damage the jacket. That's not just damaging someone's property, it's not just bullying a trans student. It's desecrating someone's memory.

And the line Saoirse comes out with through trembling words and tears?

"You get to hug your sister. I don't."

The antagonist wanted that number 7 and was refused it. To her, Saoirse is an Imposter. Someone not born as a girl. Someone who "stole her number", Someone who joined later but is more talented and works just as hard.

She accuses Saoirse of trying to "claim a dead girl's identity" in a class and the utter silence. Maybe in art, where the teacher *knew* Harper? Grew up with her before working here? Is absolutely furious that someone dares speak for a girl she knew.

Is it bad I've realised I can lean into a her doing malicious compliance?

was told that she can't wear "7" on her cheer uniform because it was her sister''s number. Unofficially retired after she died.

So she walks out in Harper's old uniform. Technically not breaking the rules because it's not *her uniform*

I had an idea of introducing the idea that the windchimes on the house always sound on Soairse's birthday at 7am, even if the wind is still.

Not leaning into the supernatural, but Soairse sees it as Harper saying hello?

Saoirse finding a dream catcher of a golden sun, which lives over her bed?

She walks the stage at graduation wearing her sister's jacket.

I'm leaning into making "Anne of Green Gables" her favourite book. A redheaded girl who feels out of place.

I was thinking in terms of plot points, introducing the jacket as a "good luck charm".

The one time she doesn't wear it? The football team they're cheering for lose *badly*.

It's never 100% that it's a good luck talisman, but like the windchimes is left open ended.

Hey Jude, Don't Be Afraid.

Okay, so a rather basic concept I’ll admit but here we go. Please note that I want to focus on the concept of found family in this, rather than a romantic plot.

I'd be writing as Jude.

Meet Jude. 18 years old, he is a rather soft-spoken and shy young man who is currently living in a group home. Placed into care at a young age because his parents felt unable to raise/deal with an autistic child, he has never really settled into any home since. Because of this, he has spent a great deal of time in group homes not equipped to deal with him or able to give the full support he needs whilst dealing with other children. Lots of kids, lots of arguments and noise. Parents shouting at kids, kids pulling pranks and just way too much chaos on a daily basis.

Six weeks ago, he was injured whilst protecting a classmate from an assault by three classmates. Since then he hasn’t returned to school, healing and trying to face leaving whilst rumours, videos of the incident and alleged photos rip through the hallways like a raging river.

Meanwhile, <She> is dealing with her own thoughts, guilt and her own minor physical injuries that she sustained in the incident. Since it took place, she has seen the videos filmed by bystanders, and the videos going around like they should be shared rather than deleted and scrubbed for all but those investigating.

Returning to classes just before Christmas, Jude is thrown into a world where he has way too much attention and praise over being a "hero", which he struggles to deal with. I'mma thinking a kinda overwhelming first day back? More attention then he's used to. Cards shoved in his locker, presents left at desks or by his bag, people kissing his cheek, football players congratulating him. Cheerleaders hugging. Being dragged up on stage for an assembly that he had no clue about, nor any desire to be apart of.

Treated like the hero he is, but doesn’t understand he is? Maybe a moment someone realises he just needs a quiet moment?

But then there's little shows of support. There's the punk who helps him when his hoodie slides off his shoulder. The jock who sits with him because he can't take part in gym. The kid who takes notes for him, the popular girl who carries his stuff between classes. The cheerleader who realises he's overwhelmed one class.

The girl who's mom owns a jewellery store who gives him a mood stone. The scene kid who gives him a fidget toy because he struggles with being unable to stim how he prefers. The kid who picks up his stuff when he drops it. The deaf boy who gives him a comic book.

The art teacher who let's him hide in her room. The lunchlady who gives him an extra cookie. The English teacher who gives him a book of poems.

Then, in a class where something reminds him off that night and he has a panic attack there's the students who help him breathe. Hold his hand, check he's not hurt from falling out the chair.

Maybe the person he saved realises he needs peace and quiet?

Wish We Could Be Safe For Christmas

@Revolutionhi I’m interested!

@Moonlightsky

Okie dokie! I'll drop you a message.

Cause "I Love You's Not Enough", I'm Lost For Words... [M4F]

Cause "I Love You's Not Enough", I'm Lost For Words... [M4F]

Okay, so I don't have a starter for this concept but it's one I have been itching to explore for a while now!

18+ writers and characters only, please.

I am looking for someone willing to, or able, to write as a female character who has recently become a wheelchair user. This could be as the result of an accident, a dare gone wrong, or her own health issues. Her personality and how she looks are all up to you, but the reason I want to throw this premise out there is because I absolutely love the idea of pairing her with one of my two boys.

And exploring the loss of their independence, to an extent. Especially if they were someone who *had* to be as such, or someone who deeply values it. Maybe they were someone who had lots of friends, and now they need help, the people who *were* her friends suddenly vanish? Maybe they don't know what to do or say, or maybe they are so vile and vain they cannot take this "imperfection" as they see her having?

Both of my characters can help as much as needed, of course.

I have Jude, who is on the autistic spectrum. I love the idea of pairing two characters with disabilities together, to see how they can help and support each other the best they can. Maybe she was a bit of a bully to Jude prior to needing the chair, or maybe they were pretty much strangers having never interacted before. Maybe they had spoken on occasion, but again we can discuss all of this!

Or there is Will. He grew up in an abusive home, and is a timid soul who does have a lot of warmth and kindness for the right person. Perhaps he is hired to help care for her after the accident/event, much to the initial discomfort (For lack of a better word) of both for various reasons?

Again, just throwing concepts out there!

Wish We Could Be Safe For Christmas

Okay, a simple premise but here we go! I'm looking for someone to play as <A> please.

All characters and writers must be at least 18 or over.

<A> seems to have the perfect life. Rich, beautiful, sporty and intelligent, she is surrounded by friends and family. She's dating the star QB, and as far as anybody knows they are perfectly happy together.

But this is far from the truth. He is abusive physically and emotionally behind closed doors. Coercive, cruel and belittling, he treats her like utter dirt and forces her to maintain a positive and happy facade in public. The physical abuse is usually done in such a way it is hidden beneath clothing, and any bruises, swelling or cuts could be passed off as injuries she received in practice.

<B> is her opposite. He is extremely shy and quiet, with no friends apart from <A>. He's usually seen alone, drawing in his favourite sketchbook or with his nose in a library book so that he can escape his horrid home life.

At home, he is abused, neglected and bullied by his parents. Both being drug addicts and alcoholics, he had to learn to find for himself at a young age. He could have used the pain and fear as an excuse to be an angry person, but he keeps the pain deep inside and expresses himself through beautiful poems and drawings.

So, each could either be aware of what the other is going through from the start, or discover it through the story.