Hello it's me, the resident Mythic Bitch and I'm here to Ruin Your Day. Call me Mel. Current hyperfixation: Twisted Wonderland. Links on browser. If you have pet snakes, tell them we love them, She/her, 28 (technically) Autistic OSDD-1b system. @ us in shit about plague doctors!!
Hello it's me, the resident Mythic Bitch and I'm here to Ruin Your Day. Call me Mel. I’m one of 10+ alters in an OSDD-1b system, but I’m the most active one online. Autistic as fuck, queer as fuck, disabled as fuck, and also broke as fuck so unfortunately we can’t donate to anything.
Body is 28. Minors can follow but please respect boundaries and don’t interact with any mature content (what little we even post, anyways). All NSFW content is tagged #osha violation if you wanna blacklist it.
Likes: Memes, snakes, cats, plague doctors, video games, robot-with-feelings trope
Major/most recent fandoms: DC comics, Twisted Wonderland, Baldur’s Gate III, Hogwarts Legacy, Wizard101/Pirate101, general horror media
You’ll probably be blocked if:
You are a NSFW/kink blog (having some NSFW on your blog is okay, as long as you aren’t specifically a porn blog)
You are queerphobic (exclusionist, ‘q-slur’, transandrophobia deniers, and love-the-sinner types are not exempt), racist, sexist or the like
You are ableist, including against neurodevelopmental conditions and mental illnesses (YES this includes psychotic disorders YES this includes personality disorders YES even those ‘‘‘‘‘‘‘toxic’’’’’’’ Cluster Bs)
You think paedophilia is a kink or sexual orientation
You’re way too comfortable telling people to kill themselves (yes anyone at all. yes under any circumstances. yes even ‘ironically’ or ‘jokingly’ or ‘if it’s funny’)
You're a true crime simp (listening to podcasts or watching ID or whatever but being normal about it doesn’t count)
You use or support generative AI (ChatGPT, MidJourney, DreamUp, etc.) (NO CAVEATS. 'Oh but this one is—' 'I only use it for—' 'But what if—' NO.)
You believe fictional taste determines moral fibre (i.e. you think that people are automatically bad if they enjoy ‘problematic’ media such as Harry Potter, Hazbin Hotel, Attack On Titan, etc. and don’t believe they’re capable of enjoying anything critically, or if they consume/write ‘problematic’ ships or tropes or whatever that it’s automatically some kind of endorsement)
You are/support non-traumagenic ‘systems’ (endogenics/tulpas/etc.), or conflate systems and kinning
You can’t be normal about/to celebrities (RPF, shipping, kinning, roleplaying as them, etc.)
Other social media:
Our OC/art blog that we’re fighting for our life to get back into the habit of posting on
Our deviantART where we post pure fandom trash
Our AO3 where we scrounge for more exposure for our writing
Our FFN that we still post on purely out of principle
Our Ko-Fi if you feel like being very very nice
Mutuals can DM us for our Discord
TWST player ID (EN): y8WT7d98 (username is Si1ver, favourite card is Masquerade Idia, support card is a fully maxed Masquerade Malleus)
TWST player ID (JP): 1pfpAHm3 (username is Si1ver, favourite card is Masquerade Idia, support card is a fully maxed Masquerade Malleus)
You have just lost use of this random kitchen item/ implement how screwed are you in terms of cooking?
https://wheelofnames.com/ry4-3s4
The wheel is completed but if you the mod want to change it at all feel free and I couldn't figure out how to get the link to work properly even un-anoned.
Thanks, have a nice day and drink some water
You have just lost use of this random kitchen item/implement!
Something just occurred to me in the category of "experiences I feel are universal but are probably not." So here's a poll!
Have you ever been tent camping?
Yes, but not since I was a child
Yes, I have camped in a tent as an adult (possibly also as a child)
No, I have never gone camping in a tent.
Remaining time: 2 days 6 hours
We're including any kind of tent, but not RVs or campers. Open-air camping (with no tent) or with tarp tents counts as tent camping for purposes of this question.
"Tutorial" on how to draw an OC with dwarfism (well, some of it).
Boring tired disclaimer: Keep in mind that this is an introductory "drawing" "tutorial" and has some generalizations in it, so not every “X is Z” statement will be true for Actual People. Which happens to be true for everything in general.
You are heavily encouraged to do your own research because this does not contain everything you should know before making a character with any type of dwarfism.
Consider supporting me on ko-fi if you find this to be helpful.
If (when) you repost this on pinterest at least put a link to the original post somewhere..
The tutorials u put out have really helped me realize just how MUCH ableism is typically embedded in learning to draw. I think this would have been so helpful for me when I was earlier in learning art and under all the pressure from outside sources/internally to make my drawings look “right” (which is just someone who isn’t visibly disabled or w/ visible differences).
There is such variety to people, and while intentionality is important and it’s a skill that’s worth exercising to draw what is in your head, it has the potential to be so liberating to know that there also is probably someone who looks like your drawing either way. What if instead of “correcting” things like proportions and other visible differences, educators could encourage learning artists to look into people who look like the art already?
Every day I am impressed by how much Van Kleiss avoids and even reinvents common stereotypes he could have fallen into. He could have just been a sophisticated gentleman villain, but he's got a gnarly coat and emo bangs and enjoys fist-fighting. Yet he's not a brute type known for raw power alone because of his calculation, eloquence and charisma. A mastermind scientist he may be, but that's just one facet of his personality, and his interests cover ancient history, language, and even architecture - he purposely rearranged the stones of the old research building to look like a castle, the man IS aesthetic. And even though there was definite vampire-coding in his design and powers, what he became is so much more nuanced than just a "nanite vampire", especially after Rex cured him.
There is just so much to his character, there is truly no one else like him and I love it. He needs more recognition as the amazing antagonist that he is.
‘Dunne, Schuyler?’ Ms Santiago repeated, looking out over her second grade class.
Once again there was no response. The twins looked around the room along with everyone else; it was plain instinct and curiosity, even though they knew full well that they didn’t know anyone in this room. Apparently the teacher found who she was looking for, because she repeated the name ‘Schuyler’ once again, a bit more insistently this time. The twins followed her gaze to a boy with large tinted glasses and dark blond hair falling into his face, nose buried in the book lying on his desk. The girl sitting next to him gave him an annoyed jab with her elbow.
‘Ow! What—’ The boy looked up and around, flushing red when he noticed the teacher looking at him. ‘Oh. Here.’
‘Put the book away, please,’ she said, returning her gaze to the roster in her hand and continuing roll call.
Schuyler’s flush deepened as he twisted round in his seat, stowing his book in the frayed rucksack hanging off the back of his chair.
One by one, each student responded as their name was called.
‘MacDonald, Freddy?’
‘Here.’
‘McNamara, M—’ She hesitated. ‘I’m sorry, Mason...?’
‘It’s “Nay-son”,’ Mnason answered, ‘but my nickname is Memo.’
‘Thank you,’ Ms Santiago said with a brief smile, making a note on her list before continuing. ‘McNamara—’ She gave a defeated sigh, deciding to not even try to pronounce the name in front of her. Neither Memo nor his sister were surprised; where people usually stumbled over Memo’s name, they fell flat on their face over hers.
‘You can call me Mona,’ the other McNamara twin responded, with the air of someone who had given this easy-out more times than she could ever remember and knew that she would continue to do so for the rest of her life.
Ms Santiago nodded. After finishing taking attendance, she put away her roster and returned her attention to the twins. ‘Well, Mona, Memo, since you’re new to this class, perhaps you’d like to come up and introduce yourselves to your new classmates?’
The twins shared a look. ‘We would prefer not to,’ Mona said, her expression dubious.
‘Really?’ the teacher asked. ‘I’m sure we’d all love to get to know you a bit better.’
‘Doubtful,’ Memo said.
‘...Alright,’ she conceded, as though not quite sure how to process that response. ‘If you’re sure.
‘Well, everyone, I hope you all had a wonderful Winter Break! I’m glad to see everyone back again, and I hope you’re all excited, because our first lesson today is gonna be on telling time!’
Nobody in the class seemed excited about this, but Ms Santiago was undeterred as she pulled out a big fake clock. ‘Now—yes, Memo?’
Memo lowered his hand. ‘We already know how to tell time,’ he said.
Ms Santiago blinked. ‘You do?’
‘Yes,’ said Mona, ‘our mother taught us.’
‘Are you sure?’ the teacher asked, with a slightly sceptical air, as though trying to determine whether these kids were telling the truth or just trying to avoid the work.
‘Sixty seconds to a minute, sixty minutes to an hour,’ Memo rattled off. ‘Twenty-four hours to a day, split into twelve between day and night. AM and PM. Do you know what those stand for? Most people don’t. It means ante meridiem and post meridiem, which is Latin for—’
‘Okay,’ Ms Santiago interrupted, slightly overwhelmed.
A few other students snickered. Memo ignored them.
‘Yes, that’s right,’ said Ms Santiago, ‘but we’re also going to be focusing on learning how to read a clock.’
‘We know how to do that too,’ Mona said.
‘A clock with hands?’ the teacher specified.
‘An analogue clock, yes.’
Ms Santiago pondered this for a second. ‘What does that one say?’ she asked, pointing at the clock hanging above the chalkboard.
‘Seven twenty-one,’ Mona answered. ‘It’s wrong, by the way.’
‘I—yes, I know, I’ve asked the custodian to—’ She waved the rest of her sentence away. ‘Okay! Well, in that case, you two can read independently until it’s time to move on to the next subject for the day. As for the rest of you...’
She directed the rest of the class as she began the lesson and the twins left their desks to choose books from the classroom library. As they returned to their seats, each with different volumes of You Be the Jury!, Memo noticed that the boy called Schuyler had taken his book back out as well. Given that the teacher seemed okay with this, he could only assume that this meant Schuyler also already knew how to tell time. He was slightly surprised; at their old school, only the bigger kids knew how.
All too quickly the maths lesson ended, and so did independent reading time for the twins. The next lesson was language arts, which wasn’t all that interesting either given that they were leaps and bounds ahead in this subject, too. Memo had half a mind to ask if he and Mona could keep reading, but somehow he doubted the teacher would be okay with them skipping two lessons in a row. Instead they just resigned themselves to boredom as the lesson dragged on. Near the end, the class was given a worksheet to fill in, which the twins quickly completed (as did the Schuyler boy, they noticed once again). After that, they returned to their books to pass the time until recess.
The bell rang, and there was a loud scraping of chairs as everyone left their desks, grabbing snacks and joining their friends as they filed out the door. The twins stayed seated, waiting for the aisles between desks to be less crowded. The boy called Schuyler approached, then lingered, his eyes on the introductory nametags that the twins had been made to write out and put on their desks. When he looked at Mona’s, he blinked, tilting his head just a fraction. Memo frowned slightly, prepared for the boy to start laughing or to make some rude remark, but instead—
‘Mnemosyne.’
The twins raised their eyebrows, shocked. They looked at each other, then back at Schuyler.
‘Correct!’ Mona said. ‘Or close enough, anyways.’
‘It’s like the word “mnemonic”, right?’ he asked.
‘Yes, she’s where the word comes from,’ Mona said.
‘She’s the Titan Goddess of Memory,’ Memo added.
Schuyler nodded. ‘And the mother of the Nine Muses,’ he said. ‘I’m in the pull-out programme. We learned about the Muses earlier. I thought it was interesting, so I read a book about the Greek gods. Zeus had a lot of children.’
The twins burst out laughing, and Schuyler gave a small chuckle of his own.
Memo noticed the way Schuyler’s eyes lingered on the unravelling hem of Mona’s sleeve, and the safety pin holding the hinge together on Memo’s glasses. But given the rips in the knees of Schyler’s jeans and the way his shirt was about two sizes too big, as though he was supposed to grow into it before he grew out of it, Memo guessed that he was noticing something they had in common, rather than something to make fun of.
‘Are you two Greek?’ Schuyler asked. ‘I’ve never met anyone with your names before.’
‘Mhm,’ said Memo. ‘Our mother is. We speak the language, too. Well, modern, obviously. Not Ancient Greek.’
‘You’re the first person to ever get my name right,’ Mona said.
‘Well, you said it was “close enough”; how is it really pronounced?’ Schuyler asked.
‘Mnee-mo-ZEE-nee,’ Mona demonstrated. ‘The “M” at the beginning isn’t technically silent, it’s just soft.’
‘Oh,’ said Schuyler, nodding. He looked at Memo. ‘So then your name—?’
‘Same thing, yeah,’ said Memo. ‘But again, you can just call us Mona and Memo.’
He nodded. ‘I’m Schuyler. But my friends call me Sky. Well, my family does,’ he amended with a flat look. ‘I don’t really have any friends.’
Memo shrugged. ‘Us neither,’ he said.
‘Other kids always pick on you too, huh?’ Schuyler guessed.
‘At our old school, yeah,’ Memo said. ‘Doubt it’ll be long before it starts happening here though. You said you’re in the pull-out programme?’
Sky nodded. ‘For the gifted kids.’
‘So are we,’ said Memo. ‘Is it fun? They didn’t have it at our old school.’
‘Yeah!’ Sky said, grinning. ‘We get to do a bunch of cool stuff. Puzzles, science experiments—you’re gonna love it.’
Mona nudged her brother with her elbow. ‘We gotta go get breakfast before all the good stuff is gone,’ she said.
‘Ooh, right,’ Memo said. He looked back at Sky. ‘Do you wanna come with us?’
Schuyler smiled. ‘Sure!’ he said, and the three scurried off.
—
Just a little day-we-met thing between my McNamara twins and their first lifelong friend, @thedragonchilde's Schuyler Dunne/Cold Case (of course in our work he never actually becomes Cold Case, but still XD). The fact that Sky is the first person to both know and care to pronounce Mona's name correctly is something they never forget.
