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We are the Bisected Bestiary, a plural dyad of unimportant origins. Adults.

Gilles - he/him. I am bad at introductions, but I am Gilles! I am the mouthpiece, the translator. Everything that gets types goes through me and I tend to have more control over final decisions (although not complete authority). I am more logical, more masculine.

Monet - she/her Mostly non-typing, takes up energy I'd rather spend elsewhere. Gilles might translate my more complex thoughts for me sometimes. I like wine, carbs, and sex. I come off as mean sometimes. I am not. I am passionate. Do not fear me.

On occasion, we will have walk-ins (I think I am using that term correctly), but they are not steady or robust enough to be considered system members.

We have no collective identity. For the sake of clarity, you can refer to the both of us as Bestiary or any nickname derived from it (such as Beast or Beastie) and use he/she pronouns.

We enjoy fabric arts, art history, general history, reading, and writing.

We are largely undiagnosed, but very strongly believe to have OCD and ADHD.

This account may not be incredibly active when it comes to our day-to-day activities, we are here mostly to discuss our experience being plural. We are fed up with tumblr plural spaces, unable to enjoy discord, and generally just feeling very disconnected from the plural community. We function differently and don't connect to any ideas about in-system communication, "fronting", headspace, and exist in a nebulous space in regards to personhood and shared consciousness.

While we co-exist very well, we are still distinct. We are both always around. Feel free to speak specifically to one of us or to both of us. Do be warned, sometimes one or the both of us may be non-speaking/non-typing. Might impact our typing patterns or who is available to talk.

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Misceverse

Gilles is not a fan of misceverse because he is too pedantic. I like it. I don't care.

I am a Xi, a socially neutral Alpha. I lean heavy with a carer temperament. I am not opposed to being cared for, but I do not gravitate towards it. Even with Gilles subduing me, we have always been pinned as a "soft Alpha". Makes me feel good.

I see this used less. It is more suggestive, perhaps that is why. But I am bite claim. Chomp chomp, motherfuckers.

My scent is oatmilk and honey. It is hard, because our skin is sensitive towards many chemicals, it is hard to find scented products to use. But I currently have oatmik and honey soap and a sugar scrub that do not irritate us.

I say this because my partner said I smelled good. Made me glad. Am yet to do any lotion, I need too..... am so dry. Ugh.

Anyway. I enjoy misceverse. I am letting myself enjoy it even though Gilles hates it. He can get over it.

Anyone else who is misce should tell me about themselves. I like to hear about it. Thanks.

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Nails, pt 2.

Finally convinced Monet to let me clip our nails. We used a proper nail trimmer instead of me just peeling them off. It genuinely felt like trying to wrangle a cat, for a decent while not even the clippers were good enough for her, But we finally got it. They are not as short as I prefer them, but I think they're long enough for Monet to be content with them.

We're back with our girlfriend, so that is a relief. Monet is happy about that. I am just anxious to finish getting our work done. Which we will go do now, but I did just want to chronicle the nail debacle.

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Bitch....!

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Nails.

Historically we have had very short nails all of the time. Because I get nervous or anxious and pick at them. Also because I hate the feeling of nails hitting and touching things. It's a sensory nightmare. So I just keep them incredibly short. It is also a lesbian joke, because I am a butch lesbian and short nails are a lesbian stereotype at this point.

Well, we are dating another butch right now, so Monet has taken the reigns from me and we've become distinctly femme for them (myself as a butch and Monet as a femme has caused for our bodily appearance to be very..... futch. Very bigender, I would say, although we hesitate to claim any label about some Collective Gender at all). We had them in our arms, running our fingers through their hair, and Monet had an intense rage at the state of our nails. They were too short, they weren't good enough to give a proper head scratch to our partner.

So she has decided to grow them out. She did not consult me in this, she did not take into account my life-long sensory issues with nails.

It's been about two weeks now, and I think I'm going to go mad. I want to trim them so so horribly, I think about my nails almost every waking moment. But every time I reach to do it, Monets comes down to slap my metaphorical hand away. I can not physically complete the task. My nails remain untrimmed.

She also bought a pumice stone foot scrub and got rid of all of the callouses on our feet that I had worked so hard to achieve! She clearly does not care about the Great Foot Blanching of summer '25. I do not care as much about those, really, but it is something that just happened. Right around the same time as the Nail Decision.

I can't be too upset with her. I've been able to indulge in butch identity and masculinity for years. Our butch is one of the few safe spaces were Monet can be a femme without the fears of cishetero gender coming down onto her. I, as a butch, deflect cishet standards by default. I can push them away without effort. Monet, as a femme, can not do so as easily. Her being able to exist in material space is very important. I just really hate how that also means I have to refrain from clipping my nails.

Alas, perhaps as a butch is my duty to endure uncomfortable things for the sake of a femme.

(Monet is calling me a weak bitch who just needs to suck it up)