#his name is scoliosis :]

[kazolzen]

got a new guy today

[rottengurlz]

hey uhhhh….. tell enzo i got a 8 inch strap in my closet that could change his life……

HEYYYYYY 😁😁😁😁

[backhurtyy]

guys it’s my back lump’s birthday

[paladudette]

had to break it to my mom with a straight face that yes, frank iero really does have a daughter named cherry when i mentioned that they posted the iconic “how lucky are we that it is Cherry Blossoms!” and she said “well maybe one of them wants to name their kid cherry blossom”

[lovebvni]

Disabilities — Scripting them in or out your DR

This is something that has been on my mind a lot and I really want to talk about it.

Scripting in and/or out physical, mental and emotional disabilities. This blog is semi-serious and (obviously) I will be talking about mental illnesses. Along with physical injuries (not graphically), you have been forewarned.

Alright, hi! I’m Abyss! I am diagnosed with anxiety and depression. I am suspected of ADHD (by teachers, phycologists and myself). I also have lumbar scoliosis, which is (thankfully) mild. I struggle with all of these on a daily basis (pain, worry, fatigue, you name it.)

Now, personally, I don’t really have an issue with people scripting in or out mental or physical ailments. It’s fine, in my opinion — you just need to know what you’re getting into. Be educated, because I know a lot of people say “oh I have ADHD” or “I have autism!” And they don’t. They just want to be “quirky” and “different”. and then when they experience life with those differences, they’re like “erm! yeah no i DONT have that.”

Now, people script our mental illnesses and physical illnesses all the time. And that’s fine! It isn’t my businessX and if it makes your life better, more power to you!

I am someone who isn’t scripting out my differences. They have become part of me — they always have been — and I accept and love myself for who I am. Even though, yes, it is harder for me to take my dogs on walks, or speak up for myself, it is something that (for better or for worse) i have gotten used to. It isn’t bad to want to keep your differences. It isn’t ‘good’ to want to have differences.

I have mine (partially) because I want to learn to live with them better and more healthily. Some people still have them in their drs because they love themselves the way they are!

But, what I am trying to say is, don’t script in physical or mental differences if you just want to be “quirky.” You can script a diagnosis with something you think you have! I know I am.

But don’t take advantage of disabilities and use them to get places (like a handicapped parking spot, or a better spot in an event line).

Script a disability because you want to learn, to become better, to understand people. And don’t be scared to ask! If you have questions, ask them.

I love you all

From the darkness,

Abyss

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Writeblr intro post

So yeah when I first came here I didn't know this was a thing so I've been working on this in the background. Now that it won the poll, I'm making it now!

I'm going to edit this post as I go so it has more links as I make posts about my WIPs!

About Me

Hi. Call me Kaylin. It's a pen name but I like it. (Some people are just finding out this isn't my real name and y'all should've read the bio)

I'm an education major and do writing on the side and it's a huge passion of mine (hence why I want to teach literacy)

Asexual demiromantic sapphic (she/her) currently in a relationship - (I am comfortable within reason to talk about my experiences)

Love ask games and tag games and generally interacting with others

Love reblogging mutuals' writing talking about WIPs!

21+ but my WIPs are YA - I don't usually reblog anything with a mature community label (sorry in advance for mutuals who do), but when I do I mark it 18+ and I try to label content warnings (LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED SOMETHING)

I'm an educator by heart so I love giving feedback, know a lot about kids, and of course education psychology and theory

I have minor scoliosis, early start of arthritis in my hands, and chronic headaches and migraines attacks in control with medication if anyone needs to ask me about these experiences for writing purposes. I also occasionally use a cane due to knee pain from an injury.

I have an ultimate get to know me game if you want to check that out

My asks are always open! Feel free to stop in whenever you want!

My WIPs

The Secret Portal

See linked intro post for more detail!

YA sci-fi/fantasy

Planned to be a five book series

Quick version: A bunch of adolescents discover a portal to a dimension populated by people with powers. There's also a war. Yayyy.

The first installment is currently in the process of being read by beta readers. Apply to be one here!

One to five game

Q&A (open at any time!)

Tagged as #the secret portal, #tsp, or #teaspoon if you want to give it a nickname. #tsp updates and #tsp excerpt are used as well. All characters get their own tag and #alium will be used when talking about my world building

Ask to be added to or removed from the tag list! @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

School of the Legends

See linked intro post for more detail!

YA urban fantasy fairy tale retelling

International school for people with gifts (born with), majicks (learn), and curses (given).

Currently in planning stage but five chapters have been written.

One to five game

Tagged as #school of the legends and #sotl. Also use #sotl updates and #sotl excerpt, though not as often as TSP

Ask to be added to or removed from the tag list! @illarian-rambling @katwritesshit @wyked-ao3

I have a WIP questionnaire I have gone for BOTH TSP and SOTL!

Other Ideas

It Was All Just a Dream - (linked WIP questionnaire) high school senior gets an entire redemption arc via vivid dream

The Emerald of Secrets - temporary title for vague fairy fantasy idea

Perspectives - we watch the same event five times in a row from different perspectives

Eternity - temporary title for a supernatural detective story

The Others - temporary title for a sci-fi apocalypse story

There are more but these are the main ones

What I Post or Reblog

Updates on my writing

Tag games and ask games! I love them dearly but it may take a bit to reply! I have a lot piled up and not all of them are simple. But I will get to them!!

Writing from others

Writing advice

Beta requests, book announcements, and intro posts to help boost!

I try to keep things positive! If I see a negative post about writing I'll usually reblog it with some positive spin. Sorry if that's annoying but it makes me sad that people aren't happy about writing.

I always try to include image IDs to make my blog accessible - if something is incorrect or you have any suggestions for making IDs better let me know!

[technobrain]

My Zero Day Au!

this AU started out as a list of headcanons but eventually I got carried away and it evolved into an AU!

A quick warning, this list includes NSFW, some violent mentions, and Caldre! be careful!!

Cal is taller than Andre

keep in mind these are made up as I go, so they're a tad bit sloppy! Please excuse any minor typos!! English also isn't my first language 😭🩷

ftm Cal

subdre. no comment.

Cal has dissociation problems, he never feels like he's centered and mentally *there* when he's around people, but when he's alone or with Andre he's able to ground himself and actually think

if they were to have the option to escape after zero day and live their lives afterwards as a different identity, Andre would take it, Cal wouldn't.

Andre has a HUGE soft spot for animals. Cal is indifferent. Cal doesn't view animals as sentient, living beings. He's not heartless, though. He still had love for animals, especially Mel, he just has a hard time comprehending that they're conscious.

Andre has chronic pain, it centers in his waist down and eventually gets a service dog for mobility and emotional regulation. He had to quit all sports he was in because of it. He still has a hard time coping with it.

Andre is embarrassed of his sd, often telling it to lay down and then walking away. He eventually realizes why he has it, and goes back to get it. He never goes far in the first place, mostly just meanders around the room, area, or house for a bit before going back.

Andre has anger issues, consistently has outbursts in class and storms out.

When Andre walks out, his adrenaline makes him more mobile, so he often forgets to get his sd. his sd trails behind him, poking him with it's nose and pawing him, trying to calm him down. Andre walks for a while before getting to a private area, sitting down, and only then letting his sd help him.

Cal walks absurdly fast, Andre hates him for it.

Cal cuts his shirts at the neck, and then never wears the shirt again because he hates how it makes him more feminine. Andre beats him up over it, saying how if he just didn't want the shirt, he could've gave it to him. Cal says something about how he wants the shirt still, it's a good shirt that he likes, he just doesn't like how it's cut at the neck now. Wording it like it's a design choice. Andre drops the conversation before he has an outburst.

Andre fell for Cal first, Cal fell for Andre around 3 months later.

They never really established a relationship, their friendship just slided from being platonic, to being slightly more than that, to "Hey are we, like, dating?"

Cal likes pda, Andre doesn't. Cal is also into exhibitionism, Andre isn't. Cal never acts on it, just highly praises it. Andre doesn't even entertain the idea.

Cal got Andre started on za, Cal admits he's got a *small* problem, while Andre mostly just doesn't care either way.

Cal is more of a smoker, Andre is more of a drinker.

Cal is on 7 million medications, always switching them up. Even his doctors can't keep up on what he's on, what dosage, etc.

Andre, on the contrary, is on maybe 2 medications, one of which being Advil. he just counts it as a medication because he wants to relate to Cal, failing miserably.

Cal listens to Lana Del Rey. Guilty pleasure.

Cal texts with about 10 million emojis, Andre uses proper grammar. Capitalization, punctuation, the whole nine yards.

Cal has a pet tarantula named Spike after the my little pony character.

Andres sd is named Sascha, and she's a girl. Despite Sascha Konietzko being a boy.

Cal and Rachel are cousins. Rachel often playfully threatens Cal with "IM TELLING YOUR MOTHER" if she doesn't get her way. Cal takes her a bit too seriously and gets genuinely mad at her over this, yelling at her.

Cal has bpd and adhd.

Andre has flat foot, scoliosis, and chronic pain. nomatter how many tests they do, they can't find out where the chronic pain comes from.

Andre is a germaphobe. Cal is the opposite. Cal will touch a bathroom door handle and lick his hand. Andre goes through two bottles of bath and body works hand sanitizer per month.

Andre has HFA (high functioning autism). this often causes him to not understand social queues, making it even harder for him to make friends. Another reason why he has Sascha.

Both Andre and Cal have paranoia, always scared someone's listening in, reading their minds, planting hearing devices on things they own, etc. They feed off eachother, making eachother even more paranoid.

Andre has mild visual hallucinations, Cal has mild auditory hallucinations.

Cal has vocal stims. he likes repeating things. he'll repeat something Andre said a million times., he meows randomly, he clicks his tongue, hums, etc.

Andre and Cal play in the rain together all the time, i stole this from someone sorry, only difference is Andre HATES wet dog smell, so he'll leave Sascha on whoevers porch has an overhang so she doesn't get wet. She sits and watches them play, watching Andre very closely. When he starts doing something she knows will hurt him, she'll start barking at them and pawing at the air. Andre coos at her and gives her a treat.

Cal HATES Sascha. With a passion. He says she's big, dumb, gets in the way, and is a collateral for audio trackers. Andre gets extremely mad at Cal over this and has yelled at him multiple times for dissing her.

Sascha and Mel get along really well and often cuddle with eachother!!

Sascha is a Golden Shepherd, all black, with a couple gold spots on her hips. Cal calls them her cutie marks.

Rachel loves Sascha, having to hold back from petting her every time she's around Andre.

Andre is known as "the guy with the dog" in school, he hates it. He can't wait for Zero Day so he's not known as that anymore.

Sascha hates guns. When the boys would take Sascha to their shooting spot, Sascha would circle Andre and growl at Chris, or anyone really, when they were holding guns. When Andre would get his hands on one, she would go back to normal, but continue snarling at other people with them.

Cal's younger siblings love Sascha, cuddling with her and holding her all the time when she's off-duty

Andre was a party animal, Cal was a home body. Andre fucking *loved* parties, always dragging Cal along to them, before the Zero Day plan really fell into play. after that he kinda died down and muted his interests, becoming more dull and flat as the day got closer. In the end, Andre was a pure ball of anger and frustration. Cal never changed.

Cal enjoyed living in the moment, Journaling, listening to more whimsical music, sitting by the creek and watching the water.

Cal got dysphoric really easily. He'd end up in tears over how his shirts fitted him, if they showed too much chest. Andre bought him a binder after his parents were skeptical, always scared of the side effects.

Cal was actually really popular, he was just really odd and peculiar and when he started to get close to people, he started to freak people out with stims. He was more of a drifter friend that way.

Cal LOVES roller-coasters. especially small fair ones. He loves the danger. Andre loves roller-coasters but in a safe way.

Andre likes romcoms. Cal found out and never leaves him alone about it.

☆Andre falls for internet bait WAYYY too easily.

Both of them secretly sleep with teddy bears and can't sleep without them or without eachother. They never told eachother.

The Gabriel's made sure to bury Cal with his teddy in-between his hands. The Kriegman's were actually very civil with the Gabriel's and agreed to have them buried next to eachother, but refused to have them share a headstone. (in death Andre and Cal were fucking FUMING over this.) Andre's mom snuck Andre's teddy into his coffin.

Andre and Cal swapped dog tags before Zero Day. Andre wanted to trade with Sascha's, but Cal said "it's not the army of three it's the army of two"

Andre would always joke about Sascha being included in the army of two and often had to correct himself from saying the army of three instead of the army of two.

Andre never turned down a dare. He did it, nomatter how outlandish and dangerous it was. He got hurt multiple times.

Andre and Cal are both blanket hogs and often wake up to them fighting over the blanket.

Cal can do really cool flips on a trampoline. Like, it's absurd.

Andre didn't know how to bond with Cal's siblings at further so he just showed them a bunch of magic tricks and then acted like he'd known them forever.

☆ - inspired / stolen from Caldrea

Cal and Andre would talk so much shit about people it was like a middle school girls sleepover.

♧ Cal is also a huge metal head. Been to every metal concert in the area, even if he didn't know the band. He used to drag Andre around to them, but when Andre got Sascha he had to stop going.

Cal has a doodling problem, will doodle anywhere and everywhere. He's amazing at graffiti. Andre will often spend hours at the sink washing off Cal's doodles. not before he got a video of them though. Cal stick n poke's so many tattoos into his body that he couldnt wear shorts anymore.

♧ inspired / stolen from bottledkriegman

♤ Andre would play the knife game in the back of class when he was in middle school.

Andre was actually very popular in middle/elementary school, he only got picked on by the older kids.

Cal heavily procrastinates his school work, and ALWAYS copies off of Andre. Andre doesn't really mind, and even takes notes specifically for things he knows Cal would need.

♤ 4792beretta inspired / stolen ones lol

Andre would stomp up to his room but close the door really quietly. Cal would do the same thing but he'd just slam the door.

Andre always closes doors by turning the handle, closing the door, then twisting the handle back. Andre got mad at Cal all the time for "slamming doors". Really, Cal was just closing them normally.

Andre is a fucking whiney bitch. he'll bitch and moan and complain about something FOREVER. He also holds grudges.

Before Andre got Sascha, he was HUGE into sports. He loved track, he loved swimming, he loved soccer. Him and Cal actually met while playing soccer.

Andre and Cal are in an established relationship, but they don't act like it. They think it's 'cringe'.

NSFW WARNING!!!

Anyway, Cal is a horrible kisser. He ends up giggling or kissing with his teeth or something and Andre gets extremely mad at him over it, but never expresses it.

Cal is surprisingly good at giving head though, in contrary to his kissing skills. Andre asks him how the fuck he can give better head than he can kiss.

Andre is so awkward in bed. It often doesn't work out because Andre makes it so awkward it's a turn-off. He'll just start talking and eventually they're just sitting there naked on the bed having a chat about spaghetti or something.

Sascha gets anxious when Andre kicks her out of the room to have sex with Cal. She'll scratch at the doors, whimper, and eventually just lay there with her back to the door all sad.

Sascha doesn't go off-duty necessarily. She's always by Andre. She alerts him on or off duty, and refuses to leave his side unless commanded to.

Cal is hypersexual, Andre is demisexual. Cal will often initiate but Andre will just tweak the fuck out and shut down for a bit. Cal is always guilty about it. Andre will also never initiate anything, so Cal HAS to initiate it. Andre has told him to initiate it. It's really just a 50/50 if Andre will reciprocate or tweak the fuck out.

Neither Andre or Cal put labels to their sexualities, but Andre is a cis man and Cal, as labeled before, is a trans man.

When Cal and Andre met, Cal wasn't out yet. They met playing soccer in elementary. They only got close after Cal came out in middle school.

Andre didn't know Cal was trans until they first had sex. Andre, being oblivious, just thought Cal was really feminine when he was younger. Andre was VERY shocked. Cal was very confused on how Andre didn't know beforehand. Andre had to take a break and contemplate for a bit, sitting on the edge of the bed holding his face in his hands. Cal thought he wasn't going to accept him, but after a minute or two Andre just turned to face Cal, and acted like nothing fucking happened and still took him to pound town lmfao

Cal has suggested the idea of having sex while high or drunk, Andre refuses because he deems it to be rape, doesn't matter if their in a relationship or not. "Intoxicated people cannot consent."

NSFW OVER!!!

Andre is the definition of the ☹️ emoji sometimes.

Andre and Cal fake role play. Cal will just say some shit like "eats your toe." and Andre will reply with "DUDE WHAT THE FREAK!! THAT WAS LITERALLY MY hashtag TOE!!!!!"

Cal will FaceTime Andre crying because he dropped a bagel on the floor and is sad about it.

Cal will also FaceTime Andre when he doesn't know how to do something.

for example; He'll call him and Andre will pick up on the most peculiar predicament. Cal will look into the camera, tears streaming down his face, flip the camera onto whatever is his grievance now, and Andre will sigh and explain it to him. Cal will then fumble with the phone for a second before flipping the camera again, millennial pausing, and giving him a thumbs up with a toothy grin, tears still streaming down his face.

Cal used to pick his nose and eat it as a kid.

Andre either loves or hates being touched. Cal is a big toucher. Drake levels of touching coming from Cal and occasionally Andre. when Andre doesn't like being touched but Cal wants to cuddle, him and Cal will lay side by side as a form of bonding that'll still put them in close proximity, and keep both of them in their comfort zones.

Cal does this thing where during class activities that involve whiting things on white boards, he puts the edgiest thing ever on it and waits for the classes reaction. Nobody knows it's him that does it.

These were written before I decided Zero Day hasn't happened yet.

Andre took Sascha with him to Zero Day. She followed him around during the shooting, jumping occasionally at the loud noises. Cal goes to shoot her on multiple occasions, but changes his mind before the trigger was pulled on her because, a, what if Andre needs her, and b, Cal is still an animal lover in the end.Sascha almost stopped Andre from shooting himself at the end of Zero Day. he had to send her to a bookshelf and lay her down in order to get her out of the way. Cal asked him, "can I shoot her now?" and Andre replied "Abso-fucking-lutely not. Don't even try."After Zero Day, Sascha unlearned all her training from the ptsd, retired, and is now the Gabriel family dog, along with Mel. the Kriegman's didn't want her or Mel after the shooting. Sascha is mostly deaf, but if she does hear a loud noise she'll run to Cal's room and curl up under the bed for hours.Mel, after police came to investigate Andre's room and Andre nor Sascha came back, stopped leaving Andre's room. Not even to go to the bathroom or eat. The Kriegman's had to gut Andre's room afterwards. Not like they wanted to keep anything anyway. Nobody got to inherit anything from his room. No reporters were allowed to see his room, only police.When police got into the library, they found Sascha beside Andre, cuddled up to him between him and Cal. they thought she was dead until she lifted her head to look at them and snarl at them. when Paramedics came in, one handled her and brought her out of the school. She had unlearned her training at that point, the only hassle with her was getting her away from Andre's body.Sascha was planned to be put down before the Gabriel's came to collect her. the Kriegman's wanted nothing to do with her. "wasted money."Cal's death was taken with a lot more emotion from his family than Andre's was with the Kriegman's. Cal's parents were on site in the span of 30 minutes. the Gabriel's mourned with all the other families before it got out that Cal was one of the shooters. After that, some of the other families turned on them and started to isolate them. Others continued to mourn with them, encouraging the others to do the same. They all lost children that day. the Kriegman's didn't even show up. They knew it was Andre the second they found out there was a shooting. His mother was more emotional than his dad in the grieving process.

this is getting wayyyy too long so I'm gonna stop here and make a part 2 later!!

Thank you for reading!

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Mods

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Sasza

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Hi! My name is Sasza and I use he/him pronouns. I am a disabled artist who loves to write and draw characters like me! I am autistic, (mildly) intellectually disabled and have several physical conditions including-but-not-limited-to dyspraxia, severe hyperkyphosis, cranial nerve diseases (causing double vision, chronic pain and a facial difference among other things), and hypermobile joints. Sometimes I use a cane. I'm very passionate about accessibility and disability representation in all kinds of media - books, comics, video games, and any other kind of art that's out there!

Bert

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Hello! I'm Bert (previously Mason), and I use he/they pronouns. I am a writer who loves to write plays and fiction with characters like me and my friends. I am autistic and have ADHD, I have psychotic PTSD and a DID system. Physical health-wise I have migraines, fibromyalgia, and a lateral lisp. I love talking about representation and ways we can make a kinder and more inclusive space everywhere we go.

Sparrow

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Hi, I’m sparrow, they/he for me. I’m a disabled artist who makes a lot of disabled characters like myself and probably like a quarter of the world. I have autism and ADHD, among other brain things, as well as chronic pain in both my jaw and my knee and ankle. I also have POTS and some sort of sleep disorder. I am a sometimes cane user as well. I really enjoy research and thoughtful art that makes people feel seen. Aside from that, I am a huge fan of historical fiction and really enjoy fantasy as well.

Rot

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My name is Rot, I use all pronouns including neo pronouns as well as any rot and insect themed nounself pronouns. I’m an artist who loves putting disability in my stories. I’m mostly undiagnosed due to medical neglect and have chronic fatigue, hypersomnia & chronic pain that ranges from mild to debilitating. My known disabilities are pots, ganglion cysts, nerve damage, tics, autism (level unknown), asthma, GERD, anxiety and psychosis. I have a metal implant, use a cane and am mostly verbal and use aac infrequently. I have experience with temporary palsy, needing carers (family members who stepped up, not hired carers) and being in a wheelchair, though I currently don't have any of those.

Virus

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Hello! I go by Virus and I use She/Her but anyone can use any pronouns for me, have fun with it. I'm a writer—mostly fanfiction—who has been in fandom very long and used to be a classical musician. I have Hypermobile Ehler Danlos Syndrome along with it's fun co-morbidities (MCAS, POTS, Gastroparesis, Fibromyalgia, and Von Willebrandes). I also have Pan-Hypopituitarism which is the following: Adrenal Insufficiency, Hypothyroidism, Diabetes Insipidus, Precocious Puberty, Growth Hormone Deficiency, Hyperprolactinemia/galactorrhea, as well as High Estrogen and Testosterone issues. I have Pituitary Dwarfism/Proportional Dwarfism, Myoclonic Epilepsy, and a Speech Disorder. I used to have a Port-a-cath, Picc-Lines, and a feeding tube, amongst many other things. Phew, now that that's over. I love every art form with a favour towards music, writing and the fiber arts. I love seeing representation no matter how big or small especially in medias that rep is often glossed over!

Rock

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Hi! I am Rock; any pronouns are okay. I am a writer, mainly of sci-fi and fantasy, and I love adding all sorts of disabled characters. I am hard of hearing (mild-moderate bilateral hearing loss) and have profound auditory processing disorder. I have scoliosis, POTS, and lower-body muscle weakness so I am a full-time mobility aid user. I am also intersex; I have several hormone deficiencies among other conditions as a result of my intersex variation. I am excited to join the mod team!

Aaron

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Hey, I'm Aaron, he/him. I'm a writer of fantasy, science fiction, dystopia, utopia, and historical, and I like writing incorporating casts of disabled characters into all of them and reworking magic, technology, and science to accommodate them. I have a TBI, a lot wrong with my speech, cognitive issues, slight developmental disability, myofascial pain syndrome, medium support needs autistic but fully verbal, OCD, multiple types of anxiety, PTSD, depression, severe ADHD, dyslexia, dysgraphia, articulatory initiation anomia, medically significant migraines, a chronic headache, chronic pain, and chronic fatigue. I'm also visibly disabled (one of those people who looks autistic) and transmasc. And I can't wait to see what amazing things you guys come u with.

Zohar

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Hello everyone! I'm a new mod, and you can call me Zohar. I'm a writer of fantasy and sci-fi for the most part, and definitely prioritize disability, LGBT, and Indigenous representation in my work. I am Blind with a form of Albinism/strabismus/ptosis, along with some hearing loss. I am intersex/transgender with mixed gonadal dysgenesis (XO/XY Turner Syndrome) that goes hand in hand with GHD/pituitary dwarfism and affects my skeletal and hormonal health. I also have POTS and complex DID caused by RAMCOA and am comfortable answering asks about that. He or She pronouns is fine with me. I can't wait to help out here!

Icarus

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Hello all! My name is Icarus (He/Him). I'm a new mod here and a writer of original work (Primarily contemporary short fiction and cosmic horror) with some fanfiction on the side. I have been diagnosed with ADHD, autism, PTSD, Tourette's Syndrome along with several other mental and physical health conditions. I also had epilepsy, asthma, and a heart condition as a child but have since grown out of them. I am currently seeking a diagnosis for something causing a few different symptoms including chronic pain, mobility issues, sensitivity in my joints/bones, progressive vision loss (Currently to the point where I have very little to no peripheral vision), and dizziness/fainting episodes. I am a full time cane user at the advice of my physio. I am also a gay trans man and in full-time university studies.

Jess

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Hey y'all! I'm Jess, and I use she/her. I'm 35, and I work full time behind the scenes in the grocery industry (in an office, designing shelf layouts!). I enjoy writing and reading slice-of-life stories mostly. I especially like exploring how certain magical elements can be parallels for disability. I also do art, including some 3D illusion chalk art. As for my disabilities: I have multiple sclerosis, and a few issues that have come from that, including severe permanent damage from optic neuritis. I was briefly 100% blind in my left eye, but a small amount of vision returned. The residual vision causes some hard-to-describe double vision, so I wear a completely opaque occlusive contact lens on my bad eye to help me see more clearly. I also had a period of time when I suffered from paroxysmal kinesigenic dyskinesia, a rare movement disorder. I also have a body-focused repetitive behavior disorder (dermatillomania) and visible scars from that. I'm looking forward to being helpful!

[alexaloraetheris]

I juat remembered the day, about two months ago, when I went to renew my perscription and ended up derailed by some kind of divine influence that really, really wanted my help. 😂

So I have an appointment at 9. First thing I do is sleep in because my alarm simply did not ring. First time that happened. I cursed out the damn phone and ordered a taxi, which I had specifically hoping to avoid because of the traffic congestion.

My driver is a woman a bit older than me, and she's in a good mood so we chat. She told me she was thinking of moving to [city on the coast] because taxi drivers are paid better there, and I tell her I have family there, we comment on what it's like to drive in a city essentially built into three hills and a cliff. She mentiones she has scoliosis, and it sometimes impacts her ability to sit in a car for long periods of time. I had scoliosis as well, but I had managed to fix it with exercises almost completely so I recommended my physical therapist, and assured her it's not too late, because some of the people in my therapy group were even older than her. When she let me off she thanked me for the help.

Feeling good that, even if I had to pay out the nose for the ride, I got there in time and even managed to do a good deed. I rush in, tell the reception guy I'm here to see my doctor and settle in to wait.

Two hours later, I see people being called in but not my name. I ask why, and doctor looks at me blankly and says I'm not in the system. I have to tell the reception I've arrived so I show up on his schedule.

I'm mentally cursing out the entire hospital, but I wasn't raised by wolves. I thank the doctor, politely tell the different receptionist that the last guy probably didn't hear me when I told him my appointment, got added in and went back to wait.

Ten minutes later, a visibly nervous girl with freshly printed papers sits in the waiting room. I'm in a bit of a mood, but I'm also a firm believer in helping if I can. I paste on a smile and ask 'First time?' and she admits she just got sent here for a potential ADHD diagnosis and she had no idea what to do. Having been there and knowing exactly how hard it was to do it on your own, I gave her the number of the psychologist who made my diagnosis, assured her that the psychiatrist she was here to see is the same one I have and that he's a good guy, explained what ADHD actually was and how the meds work. She was neraly crying with relief by the time I was done, and I promised she could send me questions if she needs to.

I finally, finally go in for my appointment in a slightly better mood, only for my psychiatrist to tell me Concerta is no longer imported, I have to go on some other meds and for that I need my family doctor to sign off on a regular perscription instead of getting an Rx perscription from him.

This is the worst case scenario, because I do NOT want my mother, who thinks ADHD was invented by quack American psychologists to sell expensive meds to parents with unruly children, to know I have ADHD. So I mentally curse out the entire healthcare system, go to the family doctor and explain the situation, that my mother absolutely CANNOT know about my diagnosis. Even though the doctor was not aware of my diagnosis so far, she listens attentively, and we make sure that my mom can't check the insurance we're both under to see what meds I'm on or that if she checks my name in the pharmacy directory she can't see me either.

I thought I handled that situation rather well but I must have looked more worried than I thought, because the doctor admitted her high-school age granddaughter had been asking questions about psychologists and antidepressants and she had so far been dismissive. But if she really needs help, she might do the same thing I did and seek help on her own, and my doctor realized she ought to either change her attitude fast or be left in the dark while her granddaughter is struggling. So I told her which psychologist I went to when I was also a depressed high schooler and how it helped and what I would have wanted my family to keep in mind. She thanks me and hands me a new perscription and sends me on my way.

So by now I am starting to notice a pattern.

Now, I'm actually an atheist, and I have 'Culturally Catholic' as a flaw and a laundry list of Stuff(TM) I have had to unlearn, but sometimes I really wonder if Someone Up There looked at me that day and thought:

"Hmm, looks like I have three problems I can solve with one well-positioned dumbass. Time to ruin her day for the good of the world!"

I mean. Happy to help but I really hope ruining my day won't be necessary next time.

[skaiplana]

Read Harrow the Ninth. Went insaner. Read As Yet Unsent. Shitpost and thoughts:

- God's name is John. He makes dad jokes.

- I am glad this is a universe where God can be: a) killed b) fucked. We have empirical evidence

- on that note, let's do dios apate minor three but make it a foursome with me baby. Let me get that ancient pussy and/or dick

- rip Mercymorn that woman served cunt was a cunt and talked!! In an amazing! Way!! Do you think she would fix my scoliosis?

- rip Augustine he was a cunt too. Trying to send god to hell is iconic. Of course Ianthe would kill him.

- Mercy and Augustine... they hated each other. They worked together to kill god. They had a suicide pact. They wanted to be burried next to each other. They died only a few minutes apart.

- Ianthe that gay little pathetic snake.

- CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN THE 'GALL ON GALL' JOKE I DONT GET IT

- GIDEON (2) IS BACK!!! NOW WITH MORE FUCKED UP PARENTAL ISSUES!!!

- is Gideon (2) biologically Mercy's or Wake's kid? I thought she was Wake's because everything Mercy made died but I've seen some people say otherwise

- so like. Wake is evil virgin Mary. Gideon (2) is space lesbian Jesus.

- Gideon (1) is OUT, Pyrra is IN! What that entails I do not know but she seems cooler than him

- how do you get in affair with a commander of your enemy. How do you not use a condom or like kill your sperm. Why were you afraid it's your kid Gideon (Pyrra?).

- when John asked if Harrow and Ianthe are using protection what did he mean. Is he implying that there is a possibility of pregnancy? Is he concerned about infections and stds? They could just cure those? Is he saying that there are like dental dams somewhere on mithraeum

- Harrow. What can I say? She did a diy lobotomy. She's haunted. Every woman wants her. She's in love with a dead body. She made a soup out of her own bone and tried to murder someone with it. I want to hug her

- yk I'm starting to think that the Emperor Undying is a wretched liar a dick and a colonizer. Just a hunch.

- now I don't believe anything he's ever said and I'm thinking that Harrow probably did open the tomb

- Camilla is alive and well!!! Sex Pal is almost alive an fairly well!! Can we get him out of the bones

- Coronabeth is realizing how fucked up the nine houses are! Deuteros is not!

- Abigail!!! Magnus!!! I'm glad I got to see more of them. Abigail is actually so cool I want them to adopt me

- the actual Dulcinea! She's so cool too

- the alive Protesilaus being a poet udhdhehhehe and Ortus having internal beef with him

- Ortus is an interesting person now! Also the way everyone likes his poetry except for Harrow is peak comedy

- they actually summoned Nonius. Then he killed ghost Wake. Then they made a dnd party and went to to fight the Resurrection Beast and they WON I guess. These series is a comedy

- I actually understood everything most of the time except for some obscure words (please explain gall on gall tho)

[sneppu]

Tis illegal to Slander The Sneep in my presence when that man literally carried the whole damn series on his scoliosis back several times over. That man dragged the entire wizarding world kicking and screaming to safety on his actual living carcass. idgaf about no neville toad, brother, im putting respect on his goddamn name

[vind3miat0r]

random redacted headcanons time (theres a lot of them)

Darlin' let their friend (the one who got attacked by Quinn) do their makeup when they were both teens (Darlin' was the resident grunge/emo kid, and their friend was the preppy/y2k kid :3)

Obscura has scoliosis

Sweetie has an ostomy bag

Sweetie also has a very large dog named Lacey who can see The Caller

The Caller is a Stealth

Angel and Guy are siblings! :D

Adding onto that, Angel and Guy were both theatre kids, and they always did shows together

Angel doesnt have a filter, so theyre always saying unhinged shit. Baabe says unhinged shit too, but they do have a filter, so when they start yapping it sounds very out of pocket and very out of character (it scares Asher sometimes)

Milo and Sweetheart have had their neighborhood's HOA called on them multiple times for hanging pride flags from their house

Coworker and Kody are related (second cousins)

Obscura enjoys horror games, specifically Poppy Playtime and The Intruder. They also like Buckshot Roulette a lot

Treasure is THEE The Orion Experience fan. mf will not shut up about them (self-projection moment)

Porter likes tea. (before you say anything, hear me out) He specifically likes yaupon green tea and chamomile tea. The british tea jokes do get old, and hes had to restrain himself from strangling Vincent and Alexis multiple times before

The listener from the infamous April Fools audio actually had informed unempowered status🧍

Warden is a qualified professional therapist and teacher for children with special needs, specialised in autism. They also enjoy knitting things for their charges

Starlight has four planaria worms that they keep in a jar on their desk (they ominously refer to them as their sons)

Doc has a kitty. just a lil guy. doesnt know what a politic is, doesnt want to know what a politic is. just wants to be lil. Hush likes him a lot.

Angel has a pet preying mantis that they have somehow kept alive for two years

Coworker and Honey know each other because they frequent the same cafe (said cafe is the one thats owned by Obscura)

Freelancer can will and has bodied Gavin onto the sofa out of spite (early relationship) (they were dehydrated and sleep deprived)

Cutie's father is a professional hair stylist and taught them how to do hair. They also learned (of their own accord) how to take care of and style Black hair

Sweetheart is a Satanist (they gave Milo The Look at his "as above, so below" comment)

Asher regularly walks into a room only to stare at a wall, turn back around, and exit the room (ik that people do this occasionally, but he does it on a daily basis)

Sometimes, Freelancer will experience the worst stinging shoulder blade pain known to man (due to spinal fusion surgery). Gavin always panics when this happens, cuz he'll be in another room and all of a sudden feel a wave of agony go through Freelancer, paired with an anguished "AUGH MY SHOULDER BLADES" (this is based on personal experience btw)

[stariikis]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 006

synopsis ; based on the Chinese Drama, 'When I Fly Towards You', in which you, a going-on-high-school English genius named Huang Yuting meets the Mathematics genius of the 10th grade, Nishimura Riki, underneath the rain.

Perhaps you should never have brought up the idea of studying with Riki, because now even your two respective teachers are in on the idea. Your Maths teacher nods earnestly, eyes shining at the idea of the top Maths student working with… the not so top Maths student. 

“And you could help him with English!” She claps as if she’s invented the cure to cancer. When Riki glances at her in half-confusion, looking slightly guilty afterwards, she explains, “She scored the top mark for the entrance examinations.” 

Once again, the look of shame that crosses Riki’s face for being incredibly bewildered by the fact that it’s you she’s talking about. It amuses you to no end. No way Riki is this surprised that you can be smart at something. 

You shuffle your papers together uncomfortably and nod. “Sure, maybe we could study together sometime.” Although you try your best to keep your voice nonchalant, and even though you don’t even really want to spend your afternoons with this sorta good-looking boy, you suppress a smile. 

There’s a drawn out silence in the staff room for a few moments, before you and Riki simultaneously bow and scurry out of there as fast as you can. 

“Wow, I thought 老师 would surely beat my ass,” you mutter jokingly, glancing over as you speed-walk next to Riki. “She only didn’t because you were there, I think.” 

“Lao shi?” Riki repeats in a funny Japanese accent, awkwardly enunciating the foreign words. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and purse your lips. “Sorry. Teacher. Sensei.” 

“Ah.” 

And what are you supposed to say to that? As soon as you see your classroom after rounding the sharp corner, you disappear into it without even saying goodbye to Riki. It’s not as if he cares though, as he peeks in through the windows and coolly nods to himself. 

The cool evening breeze that ruffles your school skirt is your only source of rejuvenation for the day. You exhale heavily, smoothing your skirt back to how it was. It’s been a long day of remedial after remedial, and it’s only your first year in this school. As someone who despises studying, your heart aches agonisingly just thinking about what your final year will be like. 

Your shoulders already cry out day by day the heavier your bag gets, and the pile of textbooks and worksheets you arm-carry home increases in height by the week. Too bad you already have a worsening case of scoliosis. 

“Excuse me.” 

To your astonishment, Riki’s sling bag brushes past you and he sits right beside you at the bus stop. Undoubtedly, a strong wave of deja vu hits you, and you can’t help but think of rain streaming down your cheeks, soaking your shoes and clothes through, and Riki offering you an umbrella. His infamous black umbrella. 

You have to hold yourself back from continuing to stare at him with your mouth agape. However, with both ears covered with a silver pair of Sony headphones, Riki doesn’t seem to realise it’s you beside him. His eyes are closed in deep concentration, head bopping to the beat of whatever he’s playing. 

However, it’s not this shameless, cheerful display that shocks you the most. As you watch in silence, he begins to mark the moves of a dance choreography. Since when could he dance? And since when was he unbelievably talented at it? He’s only doing slight markings, but from the incredible isolations and bodily control he has, you’re more impressed than when you found out it was possible to score full marks for a Maths exam. 

A soft smile graces his cheeks, as if dancing has been the only thing keeping him alive, as if dancing was his first love. Judging by how relaxed he seems, you conclude that that’s probably the truth. 

“Riki!” In your excitement, you foolishly decide to alert him of your presence, tapping his arm three times fast. “You didn’t tell me you could dance!” 

His eyes jolt open and he blinks rapidly at you, hands stopping in place. He tugs his headphones down to rest on his shoulders. Weirdly, his face falls back into an expressionless state. As if you being around him has dampened his whole spirit. 

“You didn’t ask,” he mutters. Cautiously, he pulls his backpack close to his chest. 

At this point, why do you even bother with him? 

You scowl. “You could at least look a little happy to see me here. Weirdo,” you add under your breath, not expecting that Riki would actually hear you and whip his head around to glare at you. 

The once comfortable atmosphere has turned into a prickly feeling on your skin. 

“I didn’t know you took this bus home..” you say tentatively, the words souring on your tongue. You’re not even sure why you feel the need to strike up a conversation with this incredibly anti-social boy. “What stop are you getting off at?” 

“How?” 

“Huh?” You cock your head. 

“How is that any of your business?” 

Of course. 

Just as you’re about to clap back with a sharp piece of your mind, Riki shakes his head and stands up abruptly. The bus has arrived, blinding headlights a visual representation of how you’re feeling right now. Riki’s presence dampening your mood like you’ve just been run over by that same bus. 

The boy doesn’t spare you a glance before boarding the bus home. Clutching your books close to your chest, you follow him stiffly up the bus. It’s just your luck that this bus is the last one home. Otherwise, you would stay and wait an eternity for the next bus if you have to. 

Riki has already adjusted his headphones back to their previous state, his eyes fixated peculiarly on the streetlamps coming to life with their usual soft glow. It’s almost amusing, all the effort he’s putting in, in refusal to make eye contact with you. 

You take a seat in the back, as far away as you possibly can from him. 

It’s been a long day, your muscles are sore from sitting for around eight hours straight, and you’ve been struggling to keep awake for the longest time. You’re so tired you contemplate whether you’re going to have the energy to shower later. But you haven’t even eaten dinner… 

With a sigh of resignation, you shove these thoughts out of your mind and lean your head against the window. A soothing darkness consumes you as you fall into a well-needed nap. 

The bus rumbles on towards your final destination, and you catch up on sleep to fix your terribly broken schedule. You’re not conscious to notice Riki sneaking admiration-filled gazes at you from in front. You’re not awake to witness him rising out of his seat and coming to sit next to you and keep you company until the very last bus stop. Because you don’t know all this is happening, you’re utterly confused when you jolt awake after someone taps your shoulder. 

You glance to your side, seeing nobody. 

Riki is nowhere to be found, either. 

You scramble to your feet upon noticing you’ve, coincidentally, woken up just as the bus is reaching your stop. It feels almost surreal, like you have your very own guardian angel guiding you home. The thought is so silly it makes you smile to yourself from the absurdity. 

Guardian angel or not, you’re so glad to finally be home, and that you won’t be bothered by him anymore. 

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[toska-writes]

Clones as random things me and my friends/family have said!

A fic will be out soon I promise!

Fives: “It ends with e, but not the letter the sound.”

Fox: “I’ve been abused a lot” *Nervous laughter* “I’m only partly kidding”

Hardcase: “I dont like the normal pedophiles, I Iike the magic ones. They’re more fun.”

Wolffe: “I’m gonna bark at this kid on the speeder,” *starts barking* “Oh my god that is not a kid.”

Hunter: “I made a mistake”

Wrecker: “There’s steak??”

Rex: *501st doing something stupid* “Im gonna lose all 7 of my marbles if you don’t stop”

Cody: “just because I find a man attractive dosent mean I’m gay” *is definitely gay*

Tech: “Stupid questions get stupid answers.”

Bly: “I cry at least once a year.”

Fox: “I cry every night sooooo….”

Waxer: You’re drinking straight milk?

Boil: *holding two glasses of milk* No the milk just came out as gay

Crosshair: “We probably shouldn’t do that Tech has asthma…….. wait no it’s allergies”

Wolffe: “If I rolled my eyes any harder, I’d go blind.”

Jesse: “I guess his spider senses didn’t kick in” *talking about JFK*

Fives: “No flash photography Echo” *Scolding tone*

Echo: “DiD yOu SeE a FlAsH”

Gregor: *doing finger guns* “Don’t worry this is a squirt gun”

Hardcase: *Shouting in a public place* “My underwear are too big and they’re pulling my pants down!”

Droidbait: “I just wanna play wrestle”

Hevy: *Cracking fingers* “You don’t play wrestle, you wrestle wrestle”

Cody: *talking about Crys* “He’s like the weakest breed of human being, he doesn’t have a middle name and he has scoliosis. Way to double down.”

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[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 5)

TW: nothign much, just yves being a little pushy ig and short chapter today

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Part 6

You let out the loudest 'NO!' in your lifetime as you watch the bus drive away.

You definitely couldn't outrun the engine, so your dash slowed to a mere stop. Placing your hands on your knees, you panted heavily as you blinked the beads of sweat away from your eyes.

Dejected, you dragged yourself back to the bus stop shelter. You have to wait for another hour.

At least you're fed. By Yves, literally.

You heave your bag onto the bench, ignoring the creak and bend in the wooden planks.

The sky is darkening, which means it's getting cooler, but it also means you're going to have to go home unbelievably late again.

If you knew this would have happened, you would get the next bus and have ample time to properly say goodbye to Yves. You brought your hands to your face and suppressed a scream, you pissed him off again!

Well. You can't change what happened in the past. You're definitely avoiding him at all costs.

You paused your ranting when you heard that familiar click of the heels. If you're not religious, you probably are now because you wonder what deity did you anger for you to deserve this.

Yves stopped right beside you, casting a menacing shadow onto the wall of the bus shelter. He has his arms crossed and face unreadable as usual, but the corners of his lips were subtly curled downwards to express his dissatisfaction.

He didn't need to say a word for you to start apologizing, recognizing that it was rude of you to just leave him alone like that without an appropriate conclusion.

Seems like that wasn't enough, because he's still staring at you with steely eyes.

You ended the sincere apology by asking what you could do to make it up to him, but you did give him a disclaimer that you aren't rich by any means, not even financially stable enough to know if you can afford the next meal.

It took fifteen seconds for the tension in the air to dissipate, replaced with a much kinder and softer one. He unfolded his arms and relaxed his face.

"You must be exhausted." He dug around his handbag. Yves took his car keys out and wrapped his fingers around the fob. "Come. I will take you home."

You said that you're fine, you could wait for the bus. But actually, you wanted to accept it so badly, you're rejecting it out of politeness.

"You said you wanted to compensate me. Did you not?"

You said yes.

"Then you can do so by sparing me your company."

That was enough to make you get up. He smiled and intertwined his slender, well-maintained fingers with your not-so-manicured fingers.

You thought your heart was going to beat out of your chest and you felt so light, floaty and free.

That's because your backpack wasn't on you. Yves took the liberty to carry it on one shoulder, he made it look weightless which amazed you to no end.

You said that you should carry it as it weighs as much as an elephant. He did so much for you, Yves shouldn't have to lug your crap around. So you tried getting him to give it back to you.

"(Name), no." Crisp, simple and clear. The tone made you quiet and compliant. This means less scoliosis for you.

The walk to the parking lot was quiet. You had nothing to say and neither did he. Your surroundings became dimmer and dimmer until the street lights turned on on their own. Come to think of it, you never did go to the parking lot. Because you didn't own a car nor did you have friends that would drive you around.

Your head turned to the beeps produced by his car when he toggled with his fob. It came from a black, sleek, luxury sedan car with pristine headlights and a seemingly perfect paint job. It may not be a car that costs way more than your entire tuition fee, but you know it's not affordable to the mass majority either.

He walked you to the passenger's side and opened the door for you. Muttering a thanks, you entered his car. Yves closed the door for you as you began buckling up.

He placed your backpack in the back seat, where he strapped it with the seatbelt.

Yves returns to the driver's chair and proceeds to ignite his engine. The interior was spotless, new and you could tell he regularly maintains it, the air freshener wasn't too overpowering and his air conditioning cooled the space relatively fast.

He explained that he needed to wait for a few minutes to warm his car up. In the meantime, he used the mirror in his sun visor to do some touchups on his lips, eyes and hair. Once that was finished, Yves kept his makeup away. He patted his face especially around his nose, with blotting paper.

It's intricate rituals like these that separate you from him. You don't think you have the energy and patience to maintain yourself to this degree. You tried making the excuse that it's because you're a student, you don't have the time nor money for that.

But he parked his car in the student's lot. Whatever, he must have been born in a rich family. So he already has an advantage that you can never get.

"You are staring at me. Did you want to use some too?" He offered the pack to you. Ignoring the humiliation of being caught admiring his beauty, you took a sheet and began blotting your predictably oily face.

He kept his personal items away, closed the mirror and flipped his sun visor back. Yves switch on his headlights and drove away from the parking spot. When he reached the exit, he asked you for your address. He knows the general direction of the bus that you're supposed to take.

You take a second to weigh your options.

[furordinaricvs]

Face of the coffin of the “Belgrade mummy”, ancient Egyptian mummy from the Ptolemaic period, late 4th-early 3rd century BC around 300 years BC, from the collection of the National Museum of Serbia in Belgrade.

The coffin with the mummy was purchased in Luxor, Egypt, by Pavle Riđički in late 19th century, who donated it to the National Museum of Serbia in 1888.

This antropoid (human-like) coffin contains a mummy of Nesmin, ancient Egyptian priest from Akhmim, some 200 kilometers north of Luxor. Name Nesmin means “The one who belongs to god Min”. In 1885 in Luxor a stone stele was found, carved with inscription dedicated to Nesmin and his family, saying thet Nesmin, as all his male ancestors, was a priest in a temple dedicated to Min, god of fertility and harvest. The stele is now kept in Egyptian Museum in Kairo in Egypt.

The coffin is made of the tamarix wood, and it used to be richly decorated with painted motifs in vivid colors and some details in gold. Only traces of the coloration are now preserved. Below the chin is a hole which used to hold a ceremonial beard. Eyes and eyebrows on the face of the coffin were made of blue glass paste, and face was covered with gold. In the stomack area is painted goddess Nut with spread wings, and below are two symetrical figures of god Anubis.

Lower part of the lid also bears and important hieroglyphic inscription, a passage from the Egyptian Book of the Dead, chapter 191 dedicated to the return of the soul into the body. This chapter is rarely find on the coffins, only about 20 coffins with this text are known so far.

Dimensions of the coffin – 182.5 x 52 x 42 cm.

Arms of the Nesmin’s mummy were crossed on the chest, and nails on his hands and toes were covered with gold. Eyes were replaced with non-metalic implants. Within the banages of the mummy were found different amulets made of gold, lapis lazuli semi-precious stone and faiance representing djed pillars, gods Nephtys, Horus, Isis and Maat, Eye of Horus and heart amulet, along with composite necklace comprised of many faiance beads. The mummy also contained papirus scroll of the Book of the Dead.

Cartonage mask and cover of the mummy are preserved only in framents, on which are visible falcon heads painted on the collar, and figures of goddesses Isis, Nephtys and Nut and some minor deities.

Anthropological analysis showed that Nesmin suffered from spine deformities spondylosis and scoliosis. He was around 165 cm tall and was about 50 years old when he died.

The coffin and Nesmin’s mummy are currently kept in Archaeological collection of Faculty of Philosophy in Belgrade