Once upon a meltdown, I was just Melanie Jane — perfumer, scent stylist, and the nose behind more than a few wicked whiffs.
But real life stinks sometimes, so I built the Skankaverse instead: a twisted, sweary fairyland where wings get tangled, pigeons write angry letters, and confidence always smells better than conformity.
Skankabel? She’s more than a foul-mouthed fairy — she’s my inner rebel with tangled wings, a nose for bullshit, and a vendetta against anyone who says we should smell or behave “nice.” She’s your reminder that you can bottle up your drama and wear it proudly — glitter, grime, bin juice and all.
I’ve got a whole series of Skankabel books brewing — each one packed with scandal, satire, and enough stink to make your highlight reel sweat.
Come sniff around. Stay stinky. Stay Skankabel. 🖤
Who the F*ck is MJ?
“Perfumer by trade. Fairy chaos by choice. Welcome to the Skankaverse.”
🗝️ Why Skankabel?
She was almost called Stinkabelle — a cheeky nod to Tinkerbell — but let’s be real: Disney lawyers would have sprinkled cease-and-desist dust all over that. So I kept digging for a name that felt true to her attitude: feisty, sarcastic, grumpy, sweary — basically a fairy with a nose for trouble. People hear skank and think insult — I wanted to flip that and make Skankabel a word of power. She’s no polished princess belle — she’s a meltdown in wings, stinking up Snareyland on her own terms.
✏️ Why did I write it?
Because I know what it’s like to feel stuck at the bottom of the mountain — wings clipped, nose to the grindstone, no clue if the climb is worth it.
This story is for the misfits — the ones who never quite fit in, who’ve lost their mojo and need a reason to laugh through the shit life hurls at them.
It’s a story about rising up — filthy wings and all — and knowing your weird is your weapon.