#i'd like to learn a bit more about disabilities so i can be more informed in general

[applepixls]

in episode 5 etho tells grian and cleo hes "A bit physically disabled today" because of his weeping angel task and later when he's trying to succeed he says "i might need some assistance-" and grian asks "do you want me to help?"

i dont know much but i know chronic disabilities exist and can be more debilitating on some days than others and that help from friends is pretty cool

basically these two interactions put the idea of an ethoslab with some kind of chronic disability into my head and hope the world will do with that what it will :]

Happy Disability Pride Month everyone!

[phantomrose96]

Honestly I recommend everyone learn just a littttle bit of CSS because it really is powerful and just makes bits and pieces of your internet experience more convenient.

Right now I'm cataloguing recipes I've really enjoyed, just trying to get them all in one place. Many of these are instagram recipes and, because I don't trust link rot (aka the possibility that the instagram link goes dead one day), I'm including a screenshot of the recipe along with the link.

But instagram on desktop... looks like this

(Link, for credit. It's a good recipe)

I obviously could just copy-paste the recipe out of there. But a screenshot would be cleaner for how I'm cataloguing these.

And as-is, I'd have to scroll the whole height of that small right-side window about 4 times to fit it all.

But actually... I can just resize that div holding that whole right-side content

Basically I

hit f12 to open the dev tools

clicked the element finder

clicked on an element inside the recipe side

followed it up the tree until I found the element holding the whole recipe side (do this by hovering the div in the dev tools panel way on the right, then hovering upward and up until I find the element which is the highest up that still only contains the recipe-side content)

in the element.style part, set "width: 1000px" and "height: 1500px"

(I notice the width seems to still be less than 1000px, even though it got bigger)

likely suggests there's an element above it with a max-width set

go up the tree higher until I find the element with the max-width and uncheck that style

screenshot ready

Maybe that sounded complicated but it took me probably 20-30 seconds

And this isn't just about screenshotting recipes like.

website with an annoying gif? select gif, delete gif

do you want a clean screenshot of a digital receipt for record-keeping without a large company banner or irrelevant information? delete unnecessary elements, adjust widths, screenshot

SOMETIMES, you can bypass paywalls if they're relying on something like overflow: hidden, or an overlay in the way, or some JS that runs (you can disable JS in the dev tools)

lost the jpg/png file you used for your profile picture and size doesn't totally matter? grab it from the img src while logged in. (you might even be able to find it in a bigger size by changing the url query parameters)

color contrast on an article really bad? find and change background color. find and change font color

want to make a funny fake screenshot without learning photoshop? just edit the page content in the dev tools

This isn't about like being good enough to write scripts or browser extensions. Really if you just have some basic HTML/CSS understanding a hat worth of tricks, you can make so many little adjustments in your favor.

[nightlyrequiem]

Hi hi hi, requiem! 💗💗💗 I hope you're having a great day!

This is actually my first time sending a request, so I'm feeling a little shy, hahaha (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

I've been reading your fanfics lately, and honestly, you're my favorite Valeria writer ever! 💕💕 I was wondering if I could request a one-shot of Gorgon Valeria x (Blind) Fem Reader? Preferably smut, with a bit of angst if that's something you'd like to include! I've been so obsessed with Medusa Valeria lately, but there are barely any fanfics about her, and I'd love to see your take! I was thinking of a historical AU where the reader is sacrificed by her village because of her disability. They shove her into the cave where Valeria lives, and she has to fend for herself until Valeria eventually finds her. You can take it in whatever direction you feel like!

Of course, take your time if you're busy, and it's totally okay if this isn't something you want to write. I'm just happy I tried!

Thank you so much, and I can't wait to read more of your amazing writing! (灬º‿º灬)♡

Hello Hello! I am having a dandy day (As of writing this) I hope you are too!

You're so sweet! I'm not sure why a gorgon has been unanimously decided to be what Valeria would be but I'm not complaining. I think it's a cool concept.

Love me some angst, love me some smut. Fun fact, snakes breed by wrapping around each other, they don't have regular gentelia but cloacas. I learned this from an educational parody of Niki Manaj's Anaconda song. That being said, Valeria does not have a cloaca here, so that information isn't very relevent.

Tags/Warning: WLW, Minor Ableism by the Village, Emotional Angst, Violence, Non-Bloody Gore, Smut, Gorgon!Valeria, Probably Some Historical and Geographical Inaccuracies

Apple of Her Eye

'Stay away from the woods, Mija.' The sweet voice who first murmured those words to you fades from your memory each day that passes but the warning remains. You were born different. Your eyes didn't develop properly in the womb. Small and underdeveloped.

Your 'otherness' led to your exclusion by the village. It didn't help that you were a bastard child born out of wedlock. You grew up isolated. Your mother your only companion. You were content enough to live out your days with your mother. It was better this way. The less attention you draw to yourself, the less likely you'll be thought of for the annual sacrifice made to the Snake Woman of Addermouth.

Every year of the night during the Harvest Moon, an undesirable is selected and taken through the woods. A full day's journey to be left at the mouth of the cave. Ankles shattered to stop them from running. Barbaric in nature but deemed necessary after a bound sacrifice had managed to free herself of her binds and found her way back to the village. Thus, not making a sacrifice that year. It snowed that November. Something unheard of for the warm region. The homes were not built to retain heat and neither were the barns. Half the village died of starvation and cold.

Your mother used to tell you that story. Before you got too old for bedside tales, before she was lost to the Consumption. Now you're alone. Taken in by the church because no one else wants a blind girl. The Harvest moon is coming up. They're making their selections. While you're out in the garden, running your hands over the heads of flowers to count them, Father Luis pulls you aside.

"Come, walk with me, my dear." He says gently. He guides your hand to his arm and the two of you walk. "The sky is clear today." He tells you. 

"I know." You reply simply. "It's warmer when the sky is clear."

Father Luis pats your arm. "... The Harvest Moon approaches, I'm sure you've heard."

You don't respond. 

"... Well, we've had a hard time making the selection. Afterall, it's not easy to pick which of our own we're going to send to Addermouth. We all have our uses here and all absences are felt equally." He rambles. 

"You already know who it is." You murmur. 

"... Yes." Father Luis admits. "... With your... affliction, there isn't much you can do for Las Almas," He starts, shattering your heart. "But you can have a purpose, my dear, if we give you up to Addermouth you will ensure that we have another bountiful year for crops and fertility. You will keep us safe."

You stop walking. Turning your sightless gaze on Father Luis.

"Because I'm more useful dead than alive, you mean." You reply. The air thickens with tension as Father Luis struggles for a reply.

"Not at all." He says weakly. Your shoulders slump as you hear just how much he doesn't believe his own words. "You aren't useless here, you'd just be making so much more use out of yourself if you were chosen, your blindness isn't a curse, it's a blessing."

You scowl. "A blessing?" You repeat. "It's a blessing because you can throw me to the beast without losing anything! It means you don't have to sacrifice anyone capable of labor!"

Father Luis doesn't respond. Because he knows it's true.

"You've already been chosen." He says quietly. "I've talked to the men picked to bring you to Addermouth, I told them I could get you to agree so they wouldn't have to break your ankles. I'm sparing you pain."

"How kind of you, Father, for sparing me the pain of broken ankles. I'll be sure to remember your benevolence while I'm being torn apart." 

"I'm trying to help you-" He begins.

"No, you're trying to clear your conscious." You growl. "You're the one who gets the final say on the sacrifice. You feel guilty for choosing me. Well, I don't forgive you." You say coldly.

You tried fighting. When the collectors came for you. It was no use. They grabbed you and forced you into the white ceremonial robes. You refused to eat, a small act of defiance on your end. It means little to them, but it means a lot to you. You can feel the warmth from the torches that the men carry as they walk you to Addermouth. Your bare feet, unused to the unfamiliar terrain catch on stones and loose Earth.

The air turns cold, signaling the beginning of nightfall. You shiver from the chill and wrap your arms around yourself, hoping to retain a little body heat. The thorns from the crown they placed upon your head digs uncomfortably into your scalp. You tried adjusting it but had your hand slapped away with a barking command to not touch it.

A rough hand grabs you by the back of the neck and halts you. 

"We're here." He mutters. "Lay down in the dirt on your back."

Your heart flutters. "... No." You say. Turning your face towards where you think the man is. You expect him to get mad, or argue, instead your abruptly shoved to the ground. You grunt in pain as your back slams into stone and soil.

Before you can sit up or speak, something heavy and metal crashes down onto your legs. You arch your back as a scream tears itself free from your throat. The object comes down again and you jerk away, trying to crawl away. Your fragile leg bones snap and dislocate. The pain is hot and heavy. Not limiting itself to your legs it crawls up your thighs and into your spine. You screech your hurt into the night and vomit the contents of your stomach. 

𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙

Valeria is familiar with the sound an animal makes when it knows it's going to die. Deep within the dark walls of her cave, a screech echos from outside. The snakes on her head stir with curiosity. Small tongues flicking out to taste the air. Valeria drags herself from her nest and stalks down the cave towards the exit. Climbing upwards. She smells the air and tastes blood and fear. A person, an injured one. Nothing she hasn't seen before.

The sky has grown dark with the night. The stars up above far away and infinite in numbers offer very little light. At the mouth of the cave is a woman. Draped in those robes that the villagers seem to favour. Like the others, her legs have been broken. Valeria lays a hand upon her, feeling her stillness and warmth. The woman stirs and flinches, rising up to a sit. Valeria's snakes fan out around her head, staring right at her. The woman looks up and... Valeria stares curiously.

The woman breathes heavily and stares straight at her, not petrifying.

"Hello?" You call out weakly. "Is someone there?"

You're blind. She realizes. Your eyes are small and cloudy. Marbled with white. They remind her of the full moon. You're covered in dirt and sweat and reek of fear. One of the longer of her snakes ventures closer. Tasting your scent.

"Hello." Valeria murmurs. Gazing at you with interest. Normally she petrifies her victims. She glances at the many statues littering the clearing. In various positions. A few men but mostly women, their once fluid robes now still forever.

Your eyelids flutter.

"Hello?" You reply. "I need.. I need help." You say.

"I can see that." She hums, inspecting you. 

"Are we safe?" You ask, surprising her.

"Whatever from?" She inquires with amusement.

"The Creature of Addermouth?" You say, furrowing your brows.

Creature of Addermouth. The Snake Woman, Medusa, Valeria has earned herself many names over her long life.

"We're safe." She says. Then doesn't speak for a while, unused to having company. She looks at you for a little longer. Indulging herself before finally reaching out for you. "Let me get you out of the open like this." She says, slowly dragging you into the cave. Your questions inquiring about your destination remain unanswered as she drags you in deep. Valeria slowly lowers you to her nest and looks over your wounds.

She gently ghosts her hand over your mangled legs. Feeling the unnatural angles your bones are in.

"Why do they do this?" She ponders aloud quietly. 

You rub a hand over you shoulder. "What?"

"Break the legs." She murmurs.  

"... You know about the sacrifices?" You ask.

"It's hard not to notice." Valeria replies. Moving away to grab old clothes to wrap up your legs. She can't do much else to help.

"It's to kill any chance of survival for the chosen." You murmur grimly.

Valeria stayed away from you while you healed. Watched you from the shadows and brought you food while you were asleep. Sometimes you called out to her, voice harsh and scared. Other times you sang. Mournful and lonely. Valeria likes it when you sing. She'd lay against the stone walls and listen.

You lay still in her nest while she brings you stolen bread. She sets it down beside you and you stir, sitting up and opening your eyes.

"... Valeria?" You speak.

She hesitates. Pondering if she should let you know she's there. "Yes." She responds. 

You relax at her voice. "Can you please stay?" You ask. "It's cold, and very lonely here."

Valeria finds herself wanting to stay in your company. You're the only person she hasn't turned to stone, the only one invulnerable to her curse. She sits down and folds her legs under her.

"I can stay for awhile." She says.

Then you smile at her.

Valeria makes it a habit to stay with you often. Bringing your food while you're awake and talking to you. Once your legs have healed enough, she begins helping you walk around. Learning the way you talk, the way you laugh, learning the way you've come to understand the world, which is far different to her. Valeria, who was previously a solitary creature, has come to enjoy your company. She enjoys you. Though there's that fear at the back of her mind eating at her. One that tells her you wouldn't stick around if you knew what she was, what she looked like.

You tell each other stories. Legends and myths exchanged for entertainment. You even told her the reason your village sacrifices people. There was something... sinister in the woods. People went in and never came out again, stolen and dragged to the dark pits of Addermouth. The large, supposedly endless cave system in the middle of the forest. Wicked and hungry. It's said that the Creature of Addermouth is what caused the disappearance of everyone in the neighboring village. Once bustling with life left full of stone statues that look suspiciously like the villagers.

Valeria is the monster that has haunted your dreams and you don't even know it.

"But... you came and found me." You say after a few silent moments filled only by the faint echoes of dripping water. "Tell me, Valeria," You murmur. "Is there really a monster or has my village been ruling itself with it's own man-made superstition? Was my sacrifice in vain? Were all those lives given up to the 'monster' for naught?"

Valeria works out her response. "... I have never encountered anything of the like out here." She says carefully. As far as she's aware, she's the only one of her kind roaming about in these woods, and one can hardly encounter themselves.

Over the months you grow restless. Walking further and further within the cave. You talk more and more about the outside, and to Valeria's growing annoyance, the very village that casted you out to die. A topic that has brewed many an argument between you two. She doesn't understand your attachment to the place that betrayed you, why you wish to live among people who will never see you as anything more than the blind girl. She doesn't understand why you want to leave her.

Your nest is empty when she comes by with food. She looks around for you, finding you standing at the cave entrance, facing the outside wistfully. She stays back in the shadows but you've adjusted to living in a cave where all noise is accentuated.

"Is it sunny today?" You ask her. Valeria peers out.

"It is." She murmurs. Walking up beside you, your arms brushing. "The sky is clear, the sun is shining down warmly and dappling the forest floor with light."

"Are the flowers getting any sun?" You ask.

"What flowers?" Valeria asks with surprise.

"Those ones." You point to the left vaguely. There is a patch of wild daffodils there.

"They are." She says. "How did you know about them?"

You smile, it's a sad little thing not expressing joy so much as sardonic amusement.

"I found them when I was walking around outside." You say. "If I focus enough, I can smell them from here."

Valeria stares at them contemplatively. As yellow as the sun, heads facing towards the sky.

"I want to go home." You say suddenly. Valeria looks at you with indignation.

"What home?" She asks mutinously. You turn your face to her.

"My village, Valeria." You say tiredly. You reach out and take ahold of her cold hands. "You could come with me, you don't have to live here, in this cave, you could come back with me."

Valeria pulls away. Appalled, hurt, angry.

"Why would I ever want to be surrounded by the very people who sent you to die? Why would I want to be around them when they'd treat me even worse?" She snaps. Thinking of you as foolish. You face drops.

"They're frightened and misinformed. I know what they do is bad but if you came back with me - tell them that you've been living here and not a sight of the monster, they might stop sacrificing people!" You plead, only adding to Valeria's growing annoyances and pushing her over the edge.

"I am the monster." She growls. Her snakes, sensing her agitation, flare.

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"How stupid you must be to not have realized!" She snaps at you. "I live in the very cave your people tell stories about. Think about it for more than ten seconds, I beg you!"

Inklings of regret wriggle in her heart but she stays strong. Your expression morphs into confusion and fear. You look at her the same way as everyone else, only difference being is she can't make you stop by turning you to stone. She looks at the statues, with their faces clawed off.

"... But you helped." you say. "You're lying."

Fed up with you, Valeria swiftly approaches you and grabs your hands. "Feel my scales. Feel my snakes. You can't look upon my monstrosity, but you can touch it." She wretches your hands over her face, making you feel the scales on her cheeks and the writhing snakes in her hair. You recoil and try to pull away but Valeria doesn't let you.

Finally, she lets you pull away. You cradle your hands to your chest as though she's burned you. Your mouth hangs agape but no sounds escape you.

"Go." She says angrily. "Try to find your way back to the very people that hate you. Return to those animals and never speak of me, never think of me, and never seek me out." 

You hesitate then turn and stumble away, into the woods where you are sure to die. Guilt and pain tugs at her heart but she ignores it and turns away as well. Slinking back down into her cave.

❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀

You stumble through the foliage. Nettles sting your legs and mouse holes trip you. Your skin crawls when you think about how close you were to the Creature of Addermouth. Then sorrow overwhelms you when you think about her. Your friend. 

You're not sure where you're going. Your sense of direction skewed by spending so much time below ground. You use the trees to help you walk. The trees thin out and you're left to wander a clearing. A familiar voice calls out to you, saying your name with astonishment. A group surrounds you, voices drowning each other out with questions.

There was great debate about your return. Many wanting to send you back into the woods in fear that your return will cause great suffering. Father Luis declares you spared, much to the unpopular opinion of the public. Unwilling to argue with a messenger of God, the people allow you to live. Once again pushing you to the outskirts of town where if they try hard enough, they can forget you.

During your moments with Valeria, you forgot how lonely existence is. Going by unwanted and ignored by your own. This is what you were so desperate to return to. But... you miss her. Each day that pull inside you tugs harder and harder, drawing you back to Addermouth and the Snake Woman that lives there. You pack any belongings that you can carry, and under the cover of night, set off into the woods. Letting that feeling guide you through the trees and bushes.

 You walk and walk. Journeying further into the forest with only your faith in your friend to guide you. You grow tired and less careful with your steps. You begin to fear that you are lost. It's also at this point that you become aware of something stalking you from the side. Footsteps apart from your own and the sense that you're being watched.

You stop in a clearing. Not certain as to where you are. The cold winds bite through the cloak you're wearing. Heavy with exhaustion, you unshoulder your burdens and kneel in the soft grass. You tilt your head up. Unable to see the stars, but the stars see you.

You don't turn at the sound of footsteps behind you.

"You came back." The owner of them speaks. You straighten up.

"... I did." You say. They come no closer. "I had assumed that home was where I was born. Among people who are the most like me. I was wrong." You whisper. Valeria slowly approaches you and kneels own behind you, gently laying her hands over your shoulders. You can feel her snakes brush up against your head and neck.

"Coming out here on your own wasn't safe." she says. "There are many caves and ravines you could've fallen into. Packs of wolves and coyotes roam at night. You could've gotten lost and succumbed to nature."

You lean against her. Touched by her concern.

"But you found me." You say.

Valeria rests her head on your shoulder. "Yes, I found you." 

You bask in the moment. Warmed by your friend's presence. Her breath ghosts over your neck, sending goosebumps over the skin.

Your hearts beat together. Slowly, Valeria pulls you down and crawls on top of you, her nose brushing against yours. You cup the back of her head and pull her down, pressing your lips to hers. Valeria sighs out all her lonely yearning. Pressing close to you. Her lips are cold but being so close to her makes you feel warm.

The Creature of Addermouth handles you with utmost care and gentleness as he removes your clothing. Helping you shed the last tethers to your village. Valeria pulls you on top of her, your back to her chest with her legs tangling with yours. Her hand palms your breast, rolling the fat under her hand.

You can feel her skin and scales under your back. Smooth and cool. Her hand moves up from your breast to hold you by the throat gently, her other hand running down your body and pushing her fingers through the course hair on your pubic mound. They find your clit and you tilt your head back, eyes closed in pleasure. Her fingers drift down to collect your arousal. Her breasts press into your back and the snakes on her head brush against your cheek.

Valeria's fingers enter you. Sliding into the wet warmth of your core. You writhe together in a tangle of lust and limbs. Unsure of where her leg ends and yours begins. While she pumps her fingers into you, she also grinds you down onto her. Rubbing herself against you, accumulating a wetness on your lower back. She groans into your ear, sending blood to your clit.

The pressure builds, becoming too much for you. You let go of the rope and allow yourself to dive into the pleasure. You cum around her fingers, tightening and tensing with a high whine. Valeria, with her fingers still inside of you, continues to hold you against her. She's not far behind. Panting and losing all sense of rhythm. She shudders and presses her face into your neck. Legs trembling as she does so.

You and Valeria fall asleep together. Laid up in the grass under the moon and stars. Cuddled up like animals in your most natural forms. Valeria never thought she'd experience something so wonderful. Her greatest treasure, she'll keep you until it's time for your body to return to the Earth it came from.

[awakefor48hours]

Hard of Hearing Mimosa

Part 2ish of another post I made. I really like this headcanon and wanted to go over it a bit more detail because I got too attached.

Disclaimer: I'm not a CODA, Deaf, or Hard of Hearing (HoH) so if I get anything wrong, I'm sorry. It's not my intention to misrepresent/hurt anyone with this. If I get something wrong, please let me know and I'd gladly fix/change this.

+addition by @saorichan42 that I really appreciate

Mimosa Vermillion is HoH (headcanon) and starting off this post, let's look at her life.

We never get to see the Flower Vermillions' parents so we don't know their personalities, there's room for assumptions to be made about them that don't break the world-building.

The royals/upper-class members of BC are shown to have ableist beliefs and looking at Kirsch, it seems to be as if the environment they grew up and it didn't leave room for any other thoughts. Working off of that assumption, if Mimosa did have any hearing issues, that information would probably be heavily redacted.

If Mimosa (or another royal for that matter) was HoH, her parents would do everything in their power to stop that information from getting out. Meaning, she probably wasn't taught sign language and was forced to learn how to read lips and talk at a young age so that way she could pass as hearing.

There's also the matter of how Mimosa talks. She's quiet and soft-spoken. When it comes to people in the Deaf community, the opposite is typically true. Due to the hearing loss, folks in the Deaf community don't always know how loud they're being but if Mimosa were to pass as hearing, I could see the opposite for her.

When it comes to learning how to pronounce words, it's harder to learn the sounds words/letters make which can cause mispronunciations of common words. If Mimosa were to ever mispronounce a word, speaking softly could potentially avoid this situation. If she were to mispronounce a word, it would be harder to hear.

This could also explain why she's bad at reading the room. The thing about reading lips is that it's hard. Even if she was taught early, reading lips isn't easy. There's so many things like accents, speech impediments, yelling, facial hair, body language, and more that can make it hard to read lips. It's also recommended to make guesses when you don't understand what someone says (ex. "Hi, how ___ you?" and guess that it's "Hi, how are you?").

There's also a matter of tone. Tones and emphasis can change the meaning of a sentence (ex. the sentence "I'm so happy you" and "I'm so happy for you." are the same sentence but they have two different meanings).

So if she was hard of hearing, forced to pass as hearing, and constantly trying to read everyone's lips while also trying to understand their tone, it would be very hard to read the room.

Looking at Mimosa's character and how she presents herself in the series/thinks of herself is also important.

In Mimosa's introduction, Noelle says something passive aggressive to her but her aggressive nature flies completely over Mimosa's head. She just smiles and brushes past it. (Chapter 12)

Judging by Noelle's thought bubble and what we know about Mimosa, Mimosa didn't say this maliciously. From her POV, Noelle asked an actual question and now she's sending similar energy back to her. Using the heacanon that she's hard of hearing, this could be an instance of Mimosa not understanding tones in conversation.

There's also this moment that stuck with me (Chapter 17)

Mimosa calls herself "slow," a term that can be used in two different ways. The first way is literal, in the sense that Mimosa lags behind everyone else but that's not the case here. The moment they landed, Mimosa was attacked, even Klaus was surprised so I don't think she'd beat herself up for this.

Leaving the other way being a stand-in for a intellect slur. People with disabilities like Deaf/Hard of Hearing, are typically at risk of having their intellect commented on like this.

It's also very clear that others have said this to her seeing as how in Noelle says the same thing in a flashback (Chapter 19) and her character page calls her "an airhead."

Looking at this, this means Mimosa feels this way about herself because she was told this from others and has internalized it.

There's also her relationship with Asta. Pretty much every character in BC who has talked to Asta has commented on the fact that he screams nonstop but Mimosa doesn't. In fact, she even thinks his shouting is charming (chapter 22)

Asta's constant yelling is an unlikable quality that no one likes, except Mimosa. If she had a hard time understanding people, his loud nature could be helpful for her to understand what he's saying without needing to guess.

Next, looking at Mimosa's magic. At the beginning of the series, Mimosa doesn't know any offensive spells. She's part of the Vermillion family and all Vermillions are supposed to join the Crimson Lions when they get their grimoire. Meaning that she was supposed to be a magic knight from birth and expected that she would be on the battlefield but she doesn't know a single offensive spell. Not to say a lack of offense is bad for combat, take a look at Finral, but the fact that she doesn't know any is strange.

While plant magic is typically used for healing and support, it's not impossible to learn/teach offense. In fact, take a look at Kirsch. He uses plant magic, grew up with the same parents/in the same household, and he almost purely uses it offense, so why not Mimosa? Why is Mimosa the only one in the Clover Silvamillion family who just learned support spells? Here comes the headcanon.

Going back to the ableist beliefs held by the royals, if Mimosa was disabled, her parents may have wanted to train her to enhance her abilities so she could one day she could "fix" her disability.

Looking at Mimosa's history with her own magic, it's important to note her affinity for healing and the praise she received for it. (Chapter 19)

Her healing magic, even for a royal, has been shown to be on another level. I also want to look at the quote "a healer who can heal ANY injury." It seems as if this idea that she could heal anything was spread around her house a lot and who knows, maybe it was her parents who started this.

Even though the royals scoff at hard work, Mimosa was able to pick up offensive spells somewhat quickly. After meeting Asta, Mimosa finally wants to learn how to fight herself and is able to learn her first offensive spell (Chapter 114)

When they do meet again, Mimosa does say she hasn't seen Asta for a long time, she still learned a powerful offensive spell in under a year. She probably could've done this sooner if she learned at a younger age but she didn't.

There's also the matter of Mimosa's tracking spells.

Along with having a strong affinity for healing magic, she's also really good at using tracking spells. As we all know, royals have high mana levels but that doesn't explain why her tracking magic is so well-tuned. (Chapter 12)

While I don't think it's incredibly strange to know tracking spells if her specialty is support magic, it is a little random. But if she was HoH, using spells like this might be helpful for filling in the gaps that she can't hear.

Also, because I use my time wisely, I went through all the manga chapters and here's all the instances where Mimosa's hearing could play a role in the story and here we go.

During the Royal Knight arc, while Mimosa is introducing herself to Zora, she has her back turned to her crystal while they talk. She has her back turned to it until their crystal is shot. (Chapter 113)

Speaking from firsthand experience, when someone shoots at you, it's easy to tell where the bullets are coming from using sound (yes, I'm from the USA, how could you tell) but when their crystal was shot, Mimosa didn't know where the shot came from and needed to use a tracking spell in order to find out where the sniper was. Part of it was definitely because pinpointing where their enemies were hiding but she still didn't know where they were even coming from in the beginning.

Also, all the moments someone has their backs turned to Mimosa, she doesn't typically say anything to them

Chapter 14 || Chapter 116 || Chapter 136 || Chapter 155 || Chapter 210

When Klaus tells her to just focus on herself, she doesn't acknowledge it. Typically people in this position would say something like "yes" or "thank you" or "okay" but Mimosa doesn't.

When Kirsch starts talking to Mimosa, she immediately closes her eyes. If she were hard of hearing, this is almost the equivalent of covering her ears. But he's also very loud and close to her face as he talks meaning she could probably hear part of what he's saying.

Klaus asks a good question but Mimosa, who's looking in a different direction, doesn't even acknowledge Klaus's question.

In this scene, Asta and Yuno have their backs turned to Mimosa while they argue with Bell. While Mimosa watches, she does think to herself "what is going on" while this happens. At this point, Mimosa should know Bell well enough that she gets jealous but here, when everyone has their back turned to her, she doesn't know what's going on.

In this moment, Mimosa is looking away from Rhya as he talks about What Rhya has to say is acknowledged but it's by Nozel saying "prince?" but not by Mimosa even though she said something first.

This is another moment where I want to bring Asta back into this topic.

The first time Mimosa ever responds to someone who has their back turned to her is Asta. (Chapter 193)

In this moment, Asta is yelling and for once Mimosa says something back. It's a simple "huh" and "what" but she's still responding to what he's saying.

There's also this scene later (Chapter 195)

Mimosa is looking at David's body as Asta asks his question but this time, he's not yelling and she doesn't even acknowledge he said anything.

She doesn't say "I don't know" or "let's look around" or anything of the sort. Her attention is immediately diverted elsewhere entirely, almost as if she didn't hear him...

The other time when she has to say something even though her back is turned is yet again when someone is yelling. Noelle makes her speech loudly and when Noelle yells "everyone?!" Mimosa also pipes in (Chapter 265)

The next scene I want to draw attention is her fight against Robero (the tongue dark disciple), there's a moment when they interact (Chapter 253)

Robero says something and Mimosa responds to it but it's kinda clunky.

Not to say "we trained so that we wouldn't lose to people like you" isn't fitting in this situation but it's not, per say, the best response to this. It's almost generic, just saying that she trained intensely.

Saying something like "we will never give up" is a lot more fitting response to what Robero has to say. "Never giving up" is a term often used in the series and it ties back to Robero saying that she should "just give up."

If she was hard of hearing, then in this case, she probably heard him say something (and since she's wrapped his tongue, she probably felt the vibrations) but because reading lips in this situation is impossible, she's probably making another guess. In this case, assuming that he said a taunt, she tried to give out an appropriate response to avoid looking small.

If you like this headcanon and you've integrated it into your own headcanons, I have then the one thing I ask of you, please learn a little bit of sign language. I'm not asking you to learn a new language but I am asking that you pick up the basics. As someone who knows basic ASL and has interacted with people who are Deaf or mute, knowing sign language has been really helpful in these situations. Some of them get really happy/excited when they realize someone will understand them. Even if all you go to do is learn the alphabet and say "hi" that's enough.

Also, if you're interested, I do recommend the YouTuber Jessica Kellgren-Fozard. She's a Deaf lesbian with a chronic disability and makes videos about her experiences with her disabilities and her sexuality. I really like her videos and if you're interested in supporting a Deaf creator, she's a good one.

[topazadine]

A Primer on Dyscalculia: The Learning Disorder You Weren't Told About in School

I rarely see people discussing this learning disability, to the point that many believe it doesn't exist (ie, saying math is the universal language and everyone understands it but just doesn't try) so I thought I'd explain a bit about what it is.

Dyscalculia is a learning disability characterized by difficulty with math, numbers, and some systematic learning that requires the use of memorization and application. Like its relative, dyslexia, it is not that someone is "stupid" or "not trying hard enough" to learn math; our brains are essentially wired not to absorb information in this form.

Common symptoms of dyscalculia include:

Inability to do basic math problems

Struggling to count, often using their fingers to count

Difficulty using multiplication and division

Challenges with visualizing heights, lengths, and widths

Difficulty counting change

Struggling to read a clock or divide time into reasonable measurements

Challenges with memorizing numbers, dates, and sequences

No one is actually sure how many people have dyscalculia because it is rarely diagnosed. Right now, estimates are around 3% to 7% of the population, but this is likely a vast underrepresentation.

Educators still believe the myth that everyone can do math and that those who say they can't are just refusing to apply themselves. This causes lifelong problems for dyscalculiacs because if not treated early enough, it is nigh-on untreatable.

Many people with dyscalculia may complete math problems in unusual and time consuming ways. For example, if you asked me to divide 145 by 5 without a calculator, this is how my brain would have to do it:

100 by 5 (20)

20 by 5 (4), then multiply this by 2 (8), then divide 5 by 5 (1)

And finally, add up all the results (20+8+1) to get 29.

Numbers that are not easily divisible or "chunked" like this would be nigh-on impossible for me to do in my head. I wasn't able to memorize the times tables and in fact needed a laminated times table well into elementary school (think 5th grade).

I distinctly remember feeling like everyone else was on the helm of the USS Enterprise when they could so easily shout out answers to simple multiplication or division problems, and I was always the last person to do those stupid times table sheets. Sometimes I couldn't even complete half of it by the time everyone else was done.

I failed 3rd grade math class and had to be assigned a tutor. This was despite getting all As in every single other class. In fact, I failed multiple math classes during my academic career.

Since my grades were so high in other classes, I had to petition to be put in a remedial math class. Everyone assumed that because I did well in things like English, science, civics, and so on, I must have been able to do what my peers could.

A college-level physics class was the hardest class I have ever done in my life, and I have a Master's degree in International Relations, which requires a lot of very dry and complicated political theory. That is the A I am most proud of because it required far more effort than anything before or since.

No one told me what dyscalculia was or identified a problem throughout my entire time in education. I had to seek out resources myself in adulthood before finally learning what my problem was. This, of course, led to significant "math fear" and self-esteem issues, especially in a society that is obsessed with STEM.

This learning disability can have far-reaching effects and impact things that other people may not even consider. There are many connections between systematized learning and math.

Dyscalculiacs may also have trouble with:

Learning languages

Playing musical instruments (because sheet music and tempos are a form of language + math, though it is possible to learn by ear)

Reading maps, including general world geography

Estimating distances

Navigating a new place because they can't make "mental maps"

Dancing (due to the sequencing)

Reading diagrams

Remembering step-by-step instructions without a cheat sheet

Completing complex tasks that have a lot of steps

Starting a project that necessitates doing things in a certain order, such as building something

Cooking or baking (because it requires measuring and matching measurements to specific ingredients)

Repeating sequences, like a phone number

Remembering numbered streets or highways (like I-480, 5th street, or etc)

Playing games that require counting or keeping score, like Yahtzee, card games, and so on

Completing spreadsheets with numbers

Of course, not every dyscalculiac will struggle with all of these things because there are different degrees of severity. Many also learn tactics to compensate. For example, I never learned sheet music but did well in choir because I memorized all the songs entirely by ear.

I have developed visualizations of common routes I travel and can navigate to them by remembering the landmarks I pass. If you tried to ask me specific step-by-step directions of anywhere, I couldn't tell you, but I can tell you that you'll pass a KFC on your right if you're going east (parallel to Lake Erie), and then you will turn left at the big shopping center.

There are plenty of adaptations that everyday people use which are lifelines to dyscalculiacs in ways that other people may never recognize. Formulas on spreadsheets, conversion websites, built-in calculators, and turn-by-turn navigation apps are all examples of accommodations that appeal to everyone but are especially important to dyscalculiacs.

So, the next time you scoff and say "everyone can do math, they're just being lazy" or "cooking is easy" or "anyone can learn a second language if they want to" or "using a calculator is cheating" and so on:

Recognize that you are ignoring a very real learning disability. These statements are ableist.

Such rhetoric is equally damaging as anti-dyslexic statements like "everyone can learn to read," "open dyslexic fonts are ugly," "audiobooks are cheating," "video lessons are lazy" and things of that ilk.

Ableism takes many forms, many of which people refuse to recognize. Difficulty with math is a widespread problem, and it often has nothing to do with trying hard enough or refusing to learn. I remember breaking down in tears trying to do my times table; I would spend hours trying to understand them.

These issues are NOT a lack of willpower or application. They have to do with real neurological deficits. Please be kind to those who can't do math, and stop assuming we're lazy.

[magicalprofessorsludgedeputy]

Super-style part six

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part seven

A maelstron of sparks crackled around him as he paced the sidewalk, sporadically checking his phone as the bolts grew more violent with every passing minute.

Where were they? The show was about to start and there wasn't a single sign of them.

If they decided to skip bulkhead atleast would have texted him, but he hadn't gotten a word from anyone in hours. There was no chatter on the hero line or word of activity in the vigilante group chats, no explanation for the radio silence at all.

It didn't make sense they wouldn't just forget about him.

Unless... What if they'd been captured?

It wouldn't be the first time someone tried it. Ratchet had designed sensors to go off if any of them went uncouncious for that very reason but they were far from full proof. They were easy enough to disable with the right knowledge or power.

"if I didn't know any better I'd say you were a cat instead of a bee mein kleiner kafer."

Blitzing- no ed, or bumper when random was in control, called playfully.Ben turned to stare at the group sparks settling slightly.

They were dressed nice, in an old fashioned mobster esc way. Dress shirts and pants with various ties and vests all silk or satin in their signature colors. Strangely enough they all sported some style of stripes here and there. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they were doing here.

The only question was why.

"What are you doing here?" He asked bluntly.

"I didn't invite you and I told you about it in passing."

"Maybe, but you said it was important so I figured the group could use some culture." Corey answered smoothly, a casual smile on his handsome face.

"Tickets are 150 dollars a piece."Ben informed.

"Pocket change in our line of work my dear."

Corey dismissed.

"I mentioned this to you like twice."Ben argued

"And you said it was important so I put it on the calendar."

Corey rebutted.

"You don't even like fashion."

Ben pressed insistently to no avail.

"But we like you, So here we are. Now, tell me, where's your team?"

Ben didn't know what to say, only able to stare at the group in complete bafflement until he finally managed to choke out a "follow me." And numbly lead them inside.

He could find why they really came later on, for now he had a show to attend.

"Here's to one hell of a show and a year of labor brought to fruition." Starscream crowed as they toasted and drank.

"And the absence of annoying heroes." Lugnut added.

"Hey I'm right here." Bumblebee protested playfully.

"I said annoying heroes. Your not annoying." The cyclops explained as is if it were simple fact making bee blush a bit.

"Technically speaking your a vigilante not a hero." Starscream commented, earning a half hearted glare.

"Just cause I'm not registered doesn't mean I'm not a hero, I do the same work as the rest of em don't i." He argued only partially serious. Star had a habit of both complimenting and insulting him at once and Ben had long learned to roll with it.

"Of course not, it just means your more like us then them and significantly better company as a result." Star teased.

"Now now let's not let semantics distract us from what tonight's about. This is about bens civilian life after all." Megatron cut in, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder that filled his chest with disgusting flutters.

"Actually, for once I agree with starscream." Ed spoke up cooly.

"Wait what?"

"Like he said, your like us. It doesn't a genius to figure out the connecting thread between us. So that prompts a question, what if instead of simply like us you were one of us."

For a few agonizingly long seconds the question hung in the air until Corey's voice cut through the tension.

"Well I think it's safe to say he'd do better then starscream atleast." He joked pulling a startled cackle from Ben.

"Hey!" The T.I.C shrieked as the rest of the group laughed.

"Agreed." Shockwave chuckled.

"All we need is a proper uniform and he can replace him." The cyclops mused.

"Ooh sounds like fun, what kind of uniform do you think would work for him? Honestly I think he could use a cape, ooh it can be shaped like bee wings!" Bumper agreed eagerly.

"Ooh I like that I could lean into the bug thing a bit more with clawed gloves and boots and ooh they could be steal tipped like shockwaves so I could channel electricity through them." Ben chipped in excitedly the mention of a potential villain costume swiftly kicking his brain into action.

"Ooh and maybe like antenna that work like shockwaves antlers or maybe help you tune into electric signals?" Bumper added.

"That would be incredibly useful given your habit of drawing energy from electronics around you." Shockwave hummed.

"Ooh and maybe i can have like a crown esc thing like starscream used to have to give it a queen bee sorta vibe you know?"

At the word crown starscream eagerly but in.

"Well I know quite a bit about royal styles so if your going with a queenly look a recommend lots of gold accents to really sell the look."

"Oh yeah especially since it's a great conductor of electricity it could help." Bee agreed.

"Ooh ooh and how about like a fur trim but with that metal thread stuff?"

"Yes that's brilliant!"

A warm buzzy feeling filled Ben's chest as he talked. It made him feel oddly light, almost like a weight he didn't know he was carrying had dissapeared. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so... unwound.

It was nice, strange, but nice.

[cripplecharacters]

Hi! I’m writing a story about a lady with Down Syndrome. I was wondering if you knew where I can find any resources about Down Syndrome made by people who actually have it, or any organisations that would be good to follow. Any resources made by people with intellectual disability would be really helpful as well.

I read your post about this and it was really helpful so thank you, I’m going to use it as a starting point for my research.

If you’d like some context about the story she’s literally a lady in the 1920s who’s trying to get control of her family’s estate from her brother. Shes underestimated for her disabilities and for being a women but I’m trying to not focus so much on the discrimination and work more on giving her an interesting mystery to solve with the detective she hired. I’d like it to be a bit lighthearted. Anyway, as she’s a main character I really wanted to make sure I wrote her well. Thanks!

Hey!

There aren't many resources out there unfortunately, but there is a page on the UK Down Syndrome's Association's website where members with DS share their opinions on representation in TV and film. You can read it here. For info on intellectual disability in general the best I can do is link some of my previous posts on it - there's close to nothing that's actually made by us unfortunately, everything that I was able to find is always made by someone who knows a person with ID at best. To be clear, not all of it is bad - I thought this interview (TW for abuse that happens in the movie's plot) about a movie starring actors with DS was pretty good - but it's still a sign that we aren't getting enough #OwnVoices representation. It's slowly changing though.

To learn more about DS I would probably recommend NDSS, it's one of the very few orgs that have people with Down Syndrome as board and team members (should be the bare minimum, but it unfortunately isn't). There's also information on things like preferred language and myths that often show up around Down Syndrome.

I'm not great with history, but in the 1920s she would be a subject to a lot more than just discrimination. Eugenics and institutionalization would definitely be present. Not sure what route you'll take there, but basically all the words around that time that she would be described with are currently considered slurs or pejoratives. The racist term for a person with Down Syndrome was officially used into the 60s, and the ableist one is still used legally in 2024. But if you want to skip past that, I think that's more than fine. You don't always have to aim for 100% historical accuracy, just be aware of the real history.

A detective story sounds very exciting. If you decide to publish it on Tumblr or other online site feel free to send me an ask with a link, I'd love to read it.

Thank you for the ask,

mod Sasza

I’m just popping in as a history fan for a couple bits of history notes — but again, like Sasza said, you don’t have to be 100% historically accurate if you don’t want to and if you don’t feel it’s necessary.

So, especially in the first half of the 1900s, a large part of disabled children, including children with Down Syndrome, were institutionalized very early in their life. Around this time the push that immorality caused disability was strong, and people were often convinced by doctors and professionals that the children’s needs would always be too much for them. Eugenicism was sort of reaching a peak around this time, as well—I would say it was at its most intense in the period of 1900-1940s.

Not all parents institutionalized their children, though. There was pressure to do so, but that doesn’t mean everyone fell victim to it. There wasn’t really any official support for parents who did this, and there weren’t official organizations for Down Syndrome. From my research, the current large DS organizations seem to have popped up in the 60s.

The term ‘Down Syndrome’ wasn’t in popular use until the 70s, and it wasn’t known that it’s caused by an extra chromosome until 1959.

Life expectancy in 1900-1920 for people born with Down Syndrome was 9 years old. Some of this could absolutely have been due to conditions in institutions, but likely even more relevant is that about 50% of people with DS are born with heart defects (also known as congenital heart disease) that can be fatal if not treated with surgery. Heart surgery wasn’t really feasible until the late 30s and early 40s. Another risk factor is a higher risk for infection, which isn’t easy to manage in a world that doesn’t yet have antibiotics.

I actually wanted to find pictures of adults with Down Syndrome pre-1940ish, though, to see real tangible evidence of adults being part of a community. First I found just one picture of a baby in 1925 on this Minnesota government website. But then I found a collection someone made of photos of both children and young adults, but they are not specifically dated. The first baby picture is from the 30s according to the poster!

Judging by the clothes I see people wearing in these photos, photo #4 (man with Down Syndrome in a suit next to a woman) seems to be from the 20s and photo #13 (young woman with Down Syndrome and very long hair) seems to be from about the 1910s. #18 (large family with a lot of sons, including one boy with Down Syndrome) could be from the 30s. Those three are the oldest people with DS in the photos, and they seem like young adults. A lot of these pictures show a community and aren’t just isolated kids, which I find nice.

It’s hard to find specific historical record of people with Down Syndrome from that period of time, but I wanted to show photos of real people in their communities to show, hey look! They were there, too!

Either way, I love detective stories and historical fiction and I’m glad you’re writing a story and that you care about your character’s portrayal but I totally know the feeling of that tricky balance between historical accuracy and modern acknowledgement that we should have been doing better.

— Mod Sparrow

[yourfaveisintersex]

I also want to thank you for this blog's existence. First found it through the Mustache Girl from A Hat in Time post and her being intersex in some way (instead of being a trans woman who doesn't shave like I've seen a lot of headcanons for) means a lot to me, because I also have a quite a bit of facial hair in a similar way. Like yeah, some people just develop like that! It's because of that and the fact fact that I heard PCOS counts under the intersex umbrella that I realized I was probably also intersex. It's also because of that I'm learning more than I about other variations- I didn't realize there were this many before. So thank you for all the representation!

Honestly even if someone just has sexual characteristics out of the norm and THEY KNOW they happened to develop spontaneously with no clearly-defined cause, I'd happily welcome them in the intersex community. If it turns out that person isn't intersex and it was from a hormone-producing tumor or something else external causing it? They were still helped, and probably managed to poke their doctors enough to even find that out BECAUSE of the community's information and resources for self-advocacy (something something the intersex & disability communities have a huge overlap because a lot of variations can be disabling (mine is!) and some disabilities are variations etcetc). AND you educate someone who was previously unaware about intersex existence! That's a free ally!!!

We need and I want more people to learn about intersexuality for what it is. All that rambling to say I love you (/p) and I'm happy you're here and tysm for your ask it means the world to me to read these. Also obligatory "if you think you have PCOS also try to get tested for (N)CAH because they have so many overlapping symptoms they can present functionally identical to one another".

[oceansprompts]

Best of Daredevil: Cutting Edge

quotes taken from the Marvel novel, Daredevil: The Cutting Edge (1999) by Madeleine E. Robins // adjust pronouns and lines as needed.

Can I bring you a cup of coffee? I'm already on number seven or eight… I forget which.

Wouldn't you like a chance to go, I don't know, live on a beach somewhere, drinking rum punch or something?

I'd rather go to hell, I love this. This is what I do.

Don't look at me that way; I'm not the one who drank a dozen cups of coffee a day and never got any exercise.

Not bad for a skinny blind kid from Hell's Kitchen.

Not as flashy as Spider-Man, maybe, but not too shabby.

What is this guy, a zombie?

You moron, he's not the perp!

Okay, Mr. Off-the-Rack, what else did you leave behind?

It's okay, you've been very brave.

It was a kind lie, kindly meant.

Don't ever let me lose you.

Pleading "blind man walked into the door" again, your honor.

Yaaaay for the good guy!

So, he was the wall you ran into?

Triumph and hell, all at once. I wish you could have seen it.

How about dinner tonight? In a real restaurant. Like grownups.

Off to Rykers. Another day in Fun City.

Have fun storming the castle!

Maybe I should get Seeing Eye cat?

Well, of the two, I guess the brain's more important.

Doesn't it seem a little too tidy? The pink ribbons and all?

A problem? My dear, I trust you implicitly.

Who put this guy in a position where he can talk to the public?

Not me, I'm naturally suspicious.

Tooth extraction would be more fun than what I'm writing.

I can't smell anything, my food tastes funny…

I'm wasting away to a shadow of my former self.

Two-bit mouthpieces! He actually said that? Who writes his dialouge?

Why not just wave a big, huge red flag that says something suspicious here?

I will be the soul of discretion.

Try not to break any of your well-informed friends too badly loking for information, okay?

Right, everytime you come in to chat, I wind up doing renovations. New plate glass, new tables, new ribcage…

Are you just a discipline problem in the making, or do you have something useful to contribute?

Anyone got anything they want to share with the class?

Naughty, naughty.

No breakage, this time. They're learning.

A little judicious flattery can work wonders.

You're all flipping wild cards. That's part of your charm.

I don't like lawyers!

Call any hour of the day or night.

Don't throw the card away, I'll know.

Okay, hero, play brave, competent, [disabled] person.

Oh, I already do, but make me love him more.

He sounds like the kind of guy who pulled the wings off butterflies and tortured puppy dogs.

Basically, your overprivileged sociopath.

I wasn't always the polished gem you see now.

He has the business ethics of a piranha.

Judiciously applied, the business ethics of a piranha can be very useful.

Make it good, boyo.

If you like it hot, but I gotta say, man, you oughtta use a little caution.

I'm touched by your concern, but I promise you I'm well armed.

Well, the only thing to do with a bully and a coward is face him straight on!

Now it's time for bed, close your weary eyes and dream of me.

You're a darling, but I'm too tired to argue about it.

This is where I'm going to die.

You have great bone structure.

Well, look. The neighborhood avenger. Come on, you wanna play?

Spread the word, sweetheart.

I couldn't... fight him...

You stayed alive, you did the right thing.

Bullies... never give in to... bullies.

You did good, remember that.

Oh my, really bad night.

I don't deserve you.

You roll in here looking like someone shot your dog, so I figure I can be self-absorbed and ill-tempered some other morning.

Listen, sweetheart, whatever you did, it's not your fault.

If anyone's to blame, it' me.

I find I'm old-fashioned enough to prefer talking to a live human being.

Lies. All lies.

I don't think they're ever leaving. I think they like it here.

It's air conditioned, the coffee's free, they get to point and laugh at the poor people trying to work.

Nothing more than crushing piles of work. The usual. What's up?

You'll have to make this the "For Dummies" version.

Heartbreaking. You expect setbacks, but we were so close!

I mean, it worked ⸺ it just had this damned baggage with it.

Well, I'm over it. Grieved, moved on.

So you think because she's a babe that she's capable of planning murder?

Ow! Be careful! You don't know your own strength!

If I were afraid of you, would I be sitting here?

Thank you so much, I really look forard to proving I'm not the monster I'm sure I seemed the other day.

Reduces me to a screaming hormonal pulp?

Don't you think you ought to relax a little?

You really don't like being challenged at all, do you?

I have to do something, and this is what I can do.

My point is, I love you, and I don't want to have to bring you flowers at St. Clare's.

Be careful. That shiner is just beginning to fade; you don't need another, and I do need you. Okay?

Once again, it's all the fault of the guy in the tights, jeez.

It's as tired as I am.

Okay, genius, what now?

What are you gonna do, kill me?

Come on, I'm doing the best I can.

Stay alive, [name]. I'm here.

What are you, Iron Man?

Look, I'm going to close my eyes and rest for a while, don't let anything exciting happen while I'm out, okay?

Are you sure you're supposed to be scolding me in your weakened condition?

I was just trying to distract you from telling me you were right about it.

I hadn't planned on scolding you about that until you were strong enough to fight back.

You say the absolutely perfect thing sometimes. You really do.

I never know whether you're as clumsy as you seem, or just playing a very, very crafty part. Well, you're not dead yet.

That the way you treat all your dates?

Cosmic irony: man with no sympathy has a heart that beats sympathetically.

Hey... I'm one of the good guys, right?

Look at me. I look like... the Hulk's baby sister. And it's going to get worse.

I'm not stupid. I played a risky game and I lost. I lost it big and I'm going to wind up a monster.

Tell me about the colors.

Tell me what you hear.

Anyone here ever ask you what the most beautiful word in the English language is, you can tell'em: home.

Hey you, having a good time?

With you? Always.

We could rent a movie, then curl up on the couch together and ignore it.

That sounds good. We could even forget the movie.

Even better, I love you a lot.

That is what keeps me going.

[swimmingdeepbelow]

Its kinda weird and fucked up how I straight up do not have any close friends my age I can talk to. I have my partner but too much information overloads the poor beast, and I am very much a talker.

I can't reach out in my local community even though I'd like to, because for literally since 2017 I've had a stalker harasser that made me have to delete every trace of mg previous online life, and he lives Here. Every person I meet I'm legitimately terrified of. And rn I can't get out of here either?

Tbh I'd like to meet more people on here and make new friends but I'm scared of being burned again BC the last person I met I spent 2 fucking years on and the man dumped me and our partner over a fictional sexual predator and I have trust issues that got wildly exaggerated.

If anyone is cool with a depressed, disabled, native 21 y/o talkative physical nonhuman who is bad at messaging with sometimes intense left leaning beliefs and youre not shit to endogenics and aren't otherwise on my dni I would fucking love to at least have someone to message fun posts to. That would be nice.

I have discord!

My main interests are in no particular order and of varying intensity:

fnaf and mascot horror in general,

robotics and puppetry and costuming of all kinds,

horror as a genre but especially games,

video game challenge runs,

soulsbourne (kinda loosely tho),

music (boring but true),

mlp (fuck you Hasbro),

DND (fuck you Hasbro also no I haven't been able to play),

Cats

Reptiles

Cool moss and just cool things in general

Listening to other ppl talk about things they love (no seriously as long as I get to share too I LOVE this)

Theres like probably a lot more but this should help some I hope! I am a nuanced being as you all are <3 mutuals are always more than welcome to reach out but people seeing me for the first time or otherwise are as well! Like I said, if you're not on the dni and you are cool with me being Me unabashedly then youre welcome to send a message.

I can currently only speak English but am interested in learning other languages, so if you speak other languages thats more than okay as long as you're willing to put up with me being a fool. This post is by no means limited to Americans!!!!

Would vastly prefer anyone under 18 not message. Younger folks are very cool and all, but I don't feel comfortable forming a friendship with strangers who are that young. I've got a couple younger friends I met in discord servers that have become like family to me but I don't feel comfortable talkinh to them the way I would someone my own age or a bit older.

Those with intentions of trying to get in my pants need not message. I'm in a happy closed polycule in and out of system. None of our headmates are interested either.

[puffpastrycrimewatch]

i would love to know more about tudor tbh, especially how his funky animals guide him 👀 i cant wait to draw cizel and tudor again 😁😁

I'll start with the funky little guys!

(some music because this is a lot)

Okay lol I don't think I ever gave the funky animals names, so the cats name is Yara (yar-ah) and the dog's name is Dobi (doe-bee)

(One thing to note is that Yara and Dobi are smarter than the average pet so they usually can understand exactly what someone is saying unless they don't know the language but they'll eventually learn)

So for Yara and Dobi they essentially do exactly what real life hearing/seeing service animals do, you can use these as an example, I'd recommend watching videos about guide dogs it's very informative plus it's fun to learn something new!

*Tudor usually snaps is fingers to get the animals attention and communicates with hand signs when giving Yara and Dobi commands

Yara acts as Tudors eyes and ears, clawing or nudging Tudor to let him know if someone is approaching and can let Tudor know if they are dangerous or friendly

(side note Dobi no longer has three legs, instead Yara will now have three legs for now on, I guess she's a caterpillar )

As for Dobi he acts as Tudors eyes and ears as well, specifically he guides Tudor, Tudor puts a leather harness on him when he needs help, an example of Dobi guiding Tudor would be letting him know if there is chair to sit in or just guide Tudor safely

Specifically this leather harness (courtesy of Amelia)

And here's how Tudor would hold it, I took a screenshotit from this video! You should give it a watch it should help with the harness thing!

Hehe I just had to draw Dobi in it

And here's little bit about their personalities!

Dobi is a classic goofy dog, he acts like a husky except when he barks it's more like a weird monster sound, Dobi gets distracted sometimes but Yara usually gets his attention back on track

(he has a weird mouth)

Yara has big ol' eyes, you can almost never tell what she's feeling, she's untrusting of strangers but there are rare cases where she can tell someone is not a threat on the spot, she's protective of tudor and loves cuddles, she almost never leaves Tudors side

And now here's a speedrun of Tudors backstory!

So Tudor is from the plane Gahenna(basically hell), life is tough there, the strong only survive, the people that live there are known as demons

Despite his disabilities he built his very own tavern with his friends! Life was good, the other demons seemed happy, until one day out of the blue his hometown was attacked and burnt to the ground leaving him feeling a bit hopeless, his friends had disappeared as well nowhere to be found, his tavern was damaged but nothing a few repairs could fix, oh and I forgot to mention since Gehenna is a dangerous place Tudor and his friends designed it in a way where it can move, it's a tavern on wheels pulled by a chimera, the tavern (also has an emergency teleport, which teleports the tavern to a random area, it's not a guarantee safety measure hence why it's only for emergencys, it takes a lot of magical power for it teleport once) unfortunately the chimera died during the pillage so it took Tudor about 4 weeks to find another one but after that debocle, Tudor was inspired by the Imps who had escaped Gehenna a century ago and was now determined to escape Gehenna as well.

(*the towns demons couldn't get to the tavern due to them being at a festival that was being held out of town)

So Tudor ends up wandering by himself, he's not completely helpless by himself though, he can take care of himself pretty well using a broom stick and ASL (ASL is pretty common in Gahenna it's usually used for safety reasons) but anyways he travels for about 8 years, over those years he first finds Yara (the cat) in her demonic form injured and fighting for her life, Tudor decides to help not knowing who he was helping, soon when they are both safe Tudor tends to Yaras wounds and she calms down and returns to her relaxed form and he lets her rest in his tavern however Yara escaped the next day but flash forward Tudors in trouble and Yara comes in and saves him, turns out shes been following his tavern this whole time and she lets herself in and makes herself at home, next is Dobi! Ummm...Dobi found Tudor this time, he was a little puppy when dobi found Tudor he was all alone in the open barking at Tudors chimera playfully Tudor decided to take in Dobi seeing as Tudor needed all the help he could get to escape (Tudor may not be able to see but anything small is cute to him lol) , Yara acted as a replacement mom for Dobi, showing him discipline and teaching him how to hunt and so on. Tudor had to make deals with other demons, sometimes to his disadvantage.

One day something strange happened in Gahenna, a gate to the mortal plane had opened, he could feel it for some reason but he didn't know where it was, so he took a chance and pulled emergency teleport lever and got lucky enough to be teleported to the mortal realm, Tudor was shocked he didn't know what to do

I hope that's enough info! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)👍

If not feel free ask me for some more info! ( ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠)/

My phone is at 3% so excuse the typos I'm rushing now ヘ⁠（⁠。⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠ヘ

[fandomshatepeoplewdisabilities]

Anyone else getting annoyed at the tiktok trend that seems to be getting more popular of making fun of life hacks or products for being lazy when they're meant for people with disabilities? Also as someone who suffers from depression "lazy" hacks or products are great bc I can do things I wouldn't otherwise had the energy to do.

ok so I should probably make a video on this but like when I dropped out of college 12 years ago I was severely depressed. now I don't just have depression I have bipolar disorder. so like they can't just throw anti depressants at me and hope for the best. Like a month of a mania can be just as disastrous as like a year of depression. Keep in mind that 12 years ago we didn't have obamacare so when I left my college where I had access to a psychiatrist and meds my parents were left to buying my meds out of pocket. so I was taking my meds very rarely. anyways one of the things that got me out depression and working again was the site lifehacker. they had lots of productivity hacks and through them I learned how to streamline my job applications. I was also introduced to lots of accessibility hacks like cheap meals you can make quickly that are high in nutrition. or how to make SMART goals.

and even though I wouldn't find a steady job until 2016 (after I'd been on latuda for like almost a year thanks obama) those years spent depressed and at home depending on my parents income were very informative still because I learned about spoon theory...

sorry I digress but yes the whole "lazy" bit is ridiculous

mod ali

[tripstitan]

Yee Gods Yes

Found this on Harvard Health while I was thinking up a reply to a post about which hypersensitivity a person has the most of. (Hint, for me, it's all. Tactile, light, sound, crowd-overstimulation... Every sense of mine is heightened except smell, which I do not have as a sense. I'm anosmic I think is the term.)

Holy hell that would have been useful when I was trying to "be normal" for most of my life, trying to act as if I were neurotypical and not disabled, trying to work within the bounds of society's expected rules. Way to go Harvard Health. This sorta stuff needs to be seen more often by more people, especially employers.

I don't even realize that I'm stimming when I have to "even out" the pressure on either sides of my cuticles. Like if my right thumb gets pressure along its left half, I have to tap/press the right half of the cuticle thingy in response. Sometimes I just have to hit both sides, then eventually, all my fingers need evening out on both sides of my nail(which, once I notice, can become a near endless spiral, because I use my other finger edges to even out the pressure on my other finger edges...)

Don't even get me started on how wearing denim feels like my flesh is on fire. (Tactile hypersensitivity + fibromialgia = NO JEANS PLEASE.)

I used to be more heavily synesthetic, or have synesthesia to a higher degree. (Maybe I still do, but I've avoided the main triggers for a long, long time.) To me, voices and sounds have/had flavor. Too many voices/too much sound ends up just tasting like vomit, just nasty worst flavors combined coming to the fore. Yuck. Crowds suck. School assemblies SUUUUUUUCKED. I know I was a weird creepy kid, and the few things I remember from my past (yay trauma blanking out memories for me,) I'm pretty regretful of. I was sheltered, and I was an idiot... but I... anyway, let's just say I'm glad I'm in a position in life where if I don't want to, I'll never have to enter a crowded/loud space ever again.

As far as sound, and/or light, it depends on the day, because I do get photosensitive migraines, but I'm hyperaural/hyperaudiosensitive all the time. Depending on how I focus my ears, I can hear things, usually further away things, more clearly. It feels like I'm turning an internal radar dish in a crowded room, picking up other people's conversations, unable to hear the person right next to me trying to speak over the noise. ... I can also hear the thrum of electricity in power lines, and, with enough familiarity, can tell you whether or not someone has more appliances running than normal at the end of a segment of power lines. (I could always tell if dad was watching TV before I made it the 200 yards home down our long-arse dirt driveway basically out in the woods, based on the static hum in the power lines. It was just a tiny bit more audible, or a slightly different pitch. I think I probably could have also learned to guess if he'd opened the fridge and it had to kick in to cool things, or was using the microwave, but the easiest one to prove was the TV being on, or not, as based on the sound when I arrived home from school.)

Sarcasm suuuuuucks to try to detect. I trained myself to learn inflections and so on, and some people deliver without inflection! Or use it online, where there is no inflection! I... yeah I went undiagnosed most of my life, my therapist and I are proud of how far I'd come without help, without even knowing what I was facing. I grew up pretty poor, raised by a single parent, in the 80s and early 90s into late nineties and early 2000s, before there really was a ubiquity of internet access, before anyone could even reasonably be expected to have access to information, especially when living in such a rural area, or areas, as we did.

Anyway, sort of like Ren's admission in Hi Ren, as I got older, I learned to be less rigid about attempting to fit into society, and I honestly lucked out by landing on my feet in the way that I did. It was a pretty long, multi-year fall, a tumble if you will, to the outskirts and edges of society. Not quite as graceful or eloquent as Ren's "an eternal dance, a pendulum swinging between the light and the dark, and that the harder the light shone, the deeper the darkness that followed it" or such. I'm paraphrasing. (Seriously, if you haven't watched it, Hi Ren puts a lot of feelings to words that peeps in our situations feel and deal with. Impostor syndrome, depression, intrusive thoughts, struggling with disabilities and getting the help we need, and so on. I guess content warning for it, since it's pretty personal and deep. I dunno what TW to say, maybe uh... bpd? Ren acts out two different internal voices in the song.)

Gods, I'm letting all this stuff get way too personal. It's just supposed to be my webnovel ad blog thingy. Then again, AAoMM is a huge part of me, it's a chunk of almost everything that I am, in a lot of ways. It's already pretty darn personal, carrying so much of me with it.

[cripplecharacters]

hi, one of my characters have the angelman syndrome and in the story - which happens in a modern/slightly sci-fy setting - they go under a procedure that helps with some of the symptoms (not cure, but help a great deal), mostly related to the intellectual disability and motor problems (they actually use prosthetic legs). explaining better how it helped with the intellectual disability, you can see it like how ADHD medicine works, though in a "watered down" way (they still have a big problem focusing and with hyperactivity in general) + they are able to formulate full, albeit short, sentences (as one of the biggest traits of the syndrome is the inability to speak properly/to speak at all). is it ok? any thing i should remove/change? angelman is a very rare syndrome and not very well known so it's a bit hard to find good and reliable information about it and how to best portray it. thanks. :-)

Hello,

I would definitely revisit this idea. There's no such thing as a procedure to "fix" intellectual disability, and it can be dangerous to imply that there is (just look at the amount of pseudoscientific "remedies" meant to "fix autism").

There is no medication or other fix for intellectual disability like there is for ADHD. It's a neurodevelopmental condition that means you develop slow as a child and depending on the severity you either learn skills much later than other people or not at all. You can't speed up development with changing some chemicals in the brain. Language ability in people with ID is usually related to how much a person understands the concept of language grammar etc. You can't just magically make someone understand something.

As a person with mild intellectual disability I'm against this idea the same way I'm against ideas for "curing autism" in futuristic settings because there's "no disabled people in the future". There still will be severely intellectually disabled people in 100 years. And there are also intellectually disabled readers that are here today that just like a lot of other disabled people don't want themselves magically fixed in media while realistic representation isn't even a thing yet.

The thing that you're looking for that would potentially allow them to form sentences/communicate more successfully is speech therapy and AAC; two things that exist in real life and that most ID people used at least one of (I had speech therapy as a child to be able to speak better. I'd love to see a character that also went to speech therapy) and in the future people with Angelman Syndrome would probably be using AAC like they are now. I don't know how old/how far into communication your character is but this page (link) might give you some insight into how AAC works for someone with Angelman Syndrome.

mod Sasza

[finsterhund]

I'm planning to finally write the long awaited update to my first medium article on Sly, so I went back and read my past articles and holy shit did I dump trauma into them. God. The one where I talk about needing to replace Ope because he won't survive much longer if I keep chewing on him pretty much documented how my life fell apart when Cazza left remission for the last time. Seeing photos of her on it made me fucking break. I tried reading the one about stuffed dogs that resemble Spot and I had her REVIEW EACH ONE. She was like my little coauthor. God.

No wonder it's gotten so much harder to write those. I'm missing my best friend who gave irreplaceable input.

I want to write the Sly II of Sly II though because I want to share the collective information I've found about Sly since then. It's criminal that unless you get your hands on a tag of Charlene's forever toys to read it yourself their stories are all lost to time.

If I had the energy I'd make my own fansite. Provide more lore info than egnome provides for them. But sadly I'm too exhausted. Just Sly for me. Also you literally have to buy one complete with tags to see the whole tag story and obviously I'm going to limit the amount of 300 dollar stuffed animals I buy thank you very much. My first, Sly II I got for way less than he's worth and my upcoming Christmas present I'm drastically reducing my calorie intake to afford. (Don't worry, they are raising my disability income for the new year and I'm not destitute yet lol)

I just. Man. I keep thinking what it must have been like when Charleen was around and actively making these guys. Meeting up at toy expos and such. All in the US, yeah, but still. Would have loved to meet her. Asked all about Sly. Back when her toys were still in production getting promotional materials would have been easier too. Apparently she had a little fan magazine she shipped out every so often where people could send in letters? That's the sort of stuff you don't get with mass produced toys but is also too much work for modern independent creators who are treading water in today's economy. The egnome mailing list doesn't even work anymore. I wonder when it stopped running.

I'm still not giving up on trying to recreate my own backup Sly, but I'm just so tired all the time. I wish I had a workshop and wasn't just doing everything in life straight outta my bedroom. If you saw my bedside table situation and the mess it is you'd all hurl. The discount section of a fabricland was shit out all over every even remotely flat available surface.

As futile as it seems and as tired as I am, I am also pleased to report that some level of progress is being made though. I'm designing ideas to make my own take on the character distinct enough from the original. I'm also on that subject thinking about finally learning how to quilt. For real this time. Using my roommate's sewing machine is a pain in the ass so most of what I'm doing is by hand so not as nice looking but I have more control and am less likely to murder my hand.

I keep wishing we could go to the other thrift store so I can go on a quest for a ton of vintage buttons. I'm looking for upholstery buttons specifically. God that's another thing. I love buttons. You know that? I should make a quilt that also serves as a button collection. And I still want to one day make a quilt from many of Cazza's old things but currently I can't bear to alter them in any way so I've put them in a tote in my closet so I don't stare at them and cry.

Good news in that I cleaned my room a bit and that Scott is almost finished with his ear medicine. He's become such a good boy about letting me out the drops in his ears. Really adaptable he is.

I keep thinking about how I wish I could go back to drawing tons of Heart of Darkness fan art again. But I remind myself that my very own Whisky died in my arms and yeah. It's no wonder I don't have the heart to do what I'm passionate about anymore.

Maybe I make a Sly entirely out of the dollar store paw print blankets of which Cazza died with. I'd get brand new ones, enough to make the Sly, don't know how many that would take but they're a nice texture. I have old fleece I got at a discount that reminds me of the Cazza collar maybe I could make a Cazza Sly and give him a Cazza collar.

Another thing is there's just been no info on the crying dog. None at all. I didn't stop caring about him. Just that nothing new has happened. Very sad.

Hopefully playing pikmin 3 and then 4 will be a nice reprieve. I can hope.

[firespirited]

I would very much like to be able to describe how my body dysfunctions as crippling and my irrational thoughts as insane without getting tagged with #ableism #saneism #c-slur.

Readmore for disability community trauma dump.

Part of acceptance is recognising that those thoughts are "crazy" thoughts seperate from what I want, that my brain is crashing from having to run calculator.exe because it is "stupid" in that area, I can solve equations, i can make complex decisions but I can't add 17 and 25 without a five second complete pause in conversation and using my fingers. If it's dates, you're going to have to endure my "dumbass" mumblings and scribbles to make things make sense or that piece of information is lost forever.

I am broken in body in some ways that cannot be rehabilitated or rested away: some bits are just broken forever. I understand that it's really frightening to folks, doesn't make it less real.

I've been trying to sanitize my language as much as possible and to use the most accurate language for exactly what's happening but part of conflicting accessibility needs is allowing folks to say "i hated being non verbal/manic/borderline/crippled today" without a protracted argument with other disabled folks about appropriation of the term manic when you actually meant overstimulated to the point of paranoia similar to mania because you have disease x not disease y... While also totally understanding that it's painful to see your symptoms misused or watered down.

Honestly I do a lot of deleting thoughts before posting them because the conflict with other disabled folks makes me feel so guilty i'd rather suffer in silence than use the wrong word and accidentally hurt another sufferer. And on some level that's not fair because I've made a choice to be accepting of people's language unless they're engaging in active non lateral ableism, in which case we start a dialog and it doesn't start with upset just a chat about more accurate words that might be helpful especially for describing scale.

Ngl I've been really hurt by people getting violently upset and demanding prostration when I speak about my disabilities in ways they deem appropriative or just not accurate and I give profuse apologies because it's less painful than exposing the truth of my situation. I'd rather spend the day with acute RSD-guilt-spiralling, compulsive agonising about words and violent intrusive thoughts of self hatred than say what a small part of me knows: i am functionally more disabled than the person who claims to be violently injured by my bad-speak and they are kicking someone lower. It is taking all my willpower to actually press post on this (and several attempts to not delete this) and I probably will never bring it up again because I'd rather believe I've been out of line than admit to another physically or mentally disabled person they've kicked someone worse off.

You even develop a bunch of cognitive habits to allow it: I'm white and cis and have an accepting parent and am on benefits therefore I am privileged enough to be able to endure. The other person must be more injured than me because they wouldn't have reacted so strongly, they must know beyond doubt that they're speaking to someone who really needs to get off their high horse and eat crow.

and besides it would be ableism/sanism to ask this person to tone police their trauma response, besides we as a community need to learn to listen...

It's bollocks of course, pride is real the reason I'd rather people think I'm in a position that can handle a humbling. Well pride and self preservation. Exposing the extent of the wounds is catharsis for some but for others it's really the opposite. On the internet, nobody has to know you're the bug from metamorphosis pecking at a screen from bed.

hey

hey whoever is out there trying to police how cripples talk about our disabilities

stop your fucking toxic positivity shit

people are allowed to be sad about being disabled

we don't have to turn cripple into a positive thing, or crippled

we are allowed to express sadness, rage, depression, fear, upset, all of it over the things we can't do and the things we lose

we are allowed to say that our disabilities "cripple" us

we do not have to reframe it as a positive thing

that shit is poison to actually learning how to live well with your disabilities.

YOU ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE NEGATIVE EMOTIONS ABOUT YOUR OWN DISABILITY AND TO TALK ABOUT YOUR NEGATIVE EXPERIENCES WITHOUT SOMEONE TRYING TO TELL YOU THAT YOU NEED TO CHANGE YOUR LANGUAGE AROUND YOUR OWN FUCKING EXPERIENCE

people are allowed to be sad about being disabled, and no, not just about how ableism impacts our lives. i am allowed to be FUCKING SAD that my disabilities are progressing and i can't knit anymore (maybe ever) or that i can't take my dog for long walks anymore

i am allowed

fucking stop it