If you haven't heard, SNAP, aka Food Stamps, in the States are getting cut. With winter coming and families having to decide between eating and heating and a thousand other necessities, I've decided to do my part for as long as I can.
If you DM me with proof of at least a $5 donation to a USA-based food bank, I'll write you at least a 500 word snippet based on a prompt of your choice. I'll cap at 15 prompts for now, but I'm hoping to make this an ongoing thing. See below the cut for fandoms and pairings I've written for previously, although you are not limited to these. If I'm familiar with the material, I'll give it a gander.
Lord of the Rings: Rings of Power
Annatar/Galadriel
Galadriel/Halbrand
Galadriel/Sauron
Adar/Arondir
Annatar/Mirdania
Arondir/Bronwyn
Hello everyone and welcome to our first ever Wicanny gift exchange!! Seeing as Campaign Four is on a current hiatus, we thought this could be a fun way to meet new fans and to pass the time. If this is your first time participating in an event like this, the rules are simple: similar to a secret santa, you will be assigned anonymously to create and receive fanwork from another critter.
Sign up info and general rules are as follows:
Schedule
Form Opens: July 10th, 2026
Form Closes: August 8th, 2026
Pairings Go Out: August 15th, 2026
Creations Due: October 13th, 2026
All Gifts Exchanged By: October 31st, 2026
Sign-Up Form Here
Rules
When completing your assignments:
For writers - Fic must be at least 1k words and must be a completed stand alone story.
For Artists - You must submit 1 artwork with at least flat colors (or made to the same standard that would normally be considered a finished piece.)
(These are just the minimum of what’s required of a finished gift. Feel free to write and draw to your hearts content. You may even create multiple gifts, but only one is required. There is no maximum cutoff, as long as you’re able to submit a completed work.)
Also be sure to pay close attention to your giftee’s likes and dislikes. Similarly, if there are any squicks or hardlines you do not want crossed, even simple pet peeves, then please try to be as thorough as possible when filling out your form.
Remember!! By signing up you are thereby agreeing to follow the stated deadline and fulfill your assigned gift. If you do not think you will be able to meet that deadline, then please reach out to us no later than September 12th. Failure to do so will result in you being banned from participating in next year’s event.
If there’s anything we missed or anything you’re still wondering about, then please hit up our ask box and we will respond promptly.
Niamh didn't like this plan. She didn't like the idea of Lyrei going in alone, of Lyrei going anywhere alone, and she contemplated trying to hide her distate, but there would be no point in that, especially when considering how intently Lyrei was watching her. Even with Niamh situated toward the front of their horse and Lyrei sitting directly behind her, Niamh could feel the weight of Lyrei's gaze penetrating through her and into the core of her very being, reading her every micromovement with ease. She had never been able to keep anything from Lyrei, at least, nothing close to the surface, and her frustration and fear was boiling at the very top.
Lyrei's hands were situated on Niamh's hips, simultaneously holding her close and keeping her steady as they rode. With the minimal distance between them, Niamh could feel the gentle breeze that accompanied Lyrei's locks blowing at the back of her neck, and some of the tension inside her eased at the sensation, but not enough. Not nearly enough, and as they drew closer and closer to their destination, Niamh felt the ticking in her chest wind tighter and tighter.
They hadn't exactly argued about the mission. Niamh knew what needed to be done, and she recongized that Lyrei was best suited to the task, and she didn't like it one bit. But Lyrei kept periodicially squeezing her hips, as though she were communicating her intention through her touch alone, and Niamh knew she wasn't mad at Lyrei, because she could never really be mad at Lyrei. Even if she could very well be cross that this was happening whatsoever.
"I don't like this," Niamh said finally as they came to a slow and steady stand still. She didn't fully turn around to face Lyrei, but out of the corner of her eye, she could still see Lyrei nodding in acknowledgment. Lyrei didn't respond, as if she knew more words resided in Niamh, and Niamh continued, "If something goes wrong, you come straight back here." To me was implied, even if Niamh couldn't bear to speak that exact part out loud.
"I will," Lyrei promised, and with a final squeeze on Niamh's hips, she dismounted the horse onto the steady ground, never taking her eyes off Niamh throughout the movement. Niamh watched as Lyrei readied her bow, as thorns clawed their way up her own throat, and she found herself extending a hand before she could even think to doubt herself.
"Hey," Niamh said. Lyrei immediately turned back toward her, gaze steady as she reached her hand back up for Niamh. Niamh smiled faintly, brushing past Lyrei's palm to cup her tattooed cheek before leaning down to kiss Lyrei's mouth, slow and sweet, and unspooling the protective magic from her chest and into Lyrei, over Lyrei. The spell was still unfamiliar to her, but Niamh needed to know that, if she couldn't be there for Lyrei, that something would be, that her magic could be. Niamh felt more than saw as her magic coursed from her and through Lyrei, settling over Lyrei's beating heart with a satisfied sigh, as though the magic itself belonged there. As though it was a perfect fit. As though it was meant to be.
Niamh reluctantly drew back from the kiss after another moment, her throat thick as she asked, "Promise me you'll be careful?"
Lyrei's expression melted into something warm, both sharp with determination and soft with tenderness, as she nodded. "I promise," she said, and Niamh could only watch her go.
-Written by Softlght, you can follow them on their socials @softlighter and Softlight (AO3)
big thanks to dorothy for politely staying quiet in that cellar for the entirety of for good. i think the screaming for help might've put a bit of a damper on the insane lesbian happenings and i really appreciated that she left them be.
I don’t think we talk enough about how the entirety of Wicked is built on the irony of No One Mourns the Wicked. The musical exists because Glinda feels the need to tell Elphaba’s story, because she is in mourning and entirely alone in that. Glinda’s love is what creates the musical because no one mourns Elphaba except her, and that is an incredibly lonely place to be. She’s just lost two of the most important people to her, and all she’s trying to do is make someone, anyone else see how important they were.
It’s so funny to imagine Wicked from the perspective of one of the normal students at Shiz. There’s this girl and she’s weird and an overachieving nerd and no one likes her, but then the popular girl becomes best friends with her overnight so you guess she’s chill now. They might be sleeping together but no one’s really sure. They’re also low key dating the same guy but you’re not clear on if it’s a polycule situation or a love triangle. Whatever. You’re just trying to study for finals. Your history teacher gets arrested and no explains why. You just hope this won’t effect your grade in the class. The weird nerdy girl gets a letter from the president inviting her to come see him. Wow, that’s exciting. She and her maybe-girlfriend go off to the capitol and you go back to homework and dorm room parties. One day later one of your professors is on the national radio saying that the weird nerdy girl, who used to be her favorite student, is now a terrorist, has stolen the nuclear codes, and is on the run from the government. You are still expected to show up to class tomorrow.
I really really love that there is NO finesse to the way Glinda just fuckin…throws out the whole government. Just fuckin chucks it. Her Elphie is dead, she has nothing to lose, and yes she’s gonna honor Elphaba’s legacy in every way possible once she’s had a second to breathe, but first she’s getting petty revenge and she’s so goddamn ruthless about it. Emotionally eviscerate the Wizard first, THEN banish him to the ends of the earth. Humiliate and taunt Morrible like a cat with a mouse, THEN have her dragged away and locked in a cage previously used for Animals. This motherfucker did not cleverly or intricately work the system to bring down the government, she staged a one-woman coup in her sparkly dress and Elphie’s big clompy boots and she was an ice cold bitch about it. She knowingly lets herself get ugly for a minute and revels in it because that’s all she has left. Heartbroken vengeful Glinda you are so dear to me.
