#apathic

[beyond-mogai-pride-flags]

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Apaverique or apamaverique (apagender maverique, inersmaverique, or anvismaverique): maveriques who are gender apathetic; personally considering oneself to be maverique while apathetic or societally indifferent towards gender in general or in-person; maverine gender apathy; a maverique folk who doesn't care what people presume about their gender to be.

Not necessarily amaverique or maverique-apathetic. See also cassmaverique.

[angelicbrats]

“soft dommes with jealous issues that trigger their hidden sadism.” OH. oh. mhm.

[sualne]

self isolated and easily replaced

[xinyuehui]

With their gift, are they serial killers or monsters?

光·渊 JUSTICE IN THE DARK · 2025

[amiadahlia]

I’ve never really been in too much shock from media because I know what I’m reading and so I often think fandoms are overreacting about literally anything sad like my favourite character will die and I’ll take a sip of my caramel latte and get back to avoiding my homework but mitsukou. I love mitsukou. I find how the fandom reacts to them so funny. Like this is tbhk we’re talking about.

“are they gonna kiss?” To “OHHHH NOOOO MY BABYYY WHATTTTT IM GONNA HANG MYSELF NOOOO I WASNT EXPECTING THAT” is always funny.

when kou died I was happy. I am a kou stan. I was glad the foreshadowing caught up with him. This is tbhk, we’ll see him again.

[sobstea]

[amiablyinept]

How each rescue bot would respond to you waking up

Blades: Hey you, you're finally awake.

Boulder: Rise and shine sleepyhead, we've got a big day ahead.

Heatwave: Look who's finally awake, you were snoring, the entire night.

Chase: You are up, that is good.

[ranray]

Drew Gin at the dawn.

[revenant-coining]

Apathine

(pt: Apathine /end pt)

Apathine/Apathous/Apagenrine/Cassgenrine: a gender quality for gender apathy/being gender apathetic (apagender or cassgender); can be a form of uinine, but doesn't have to be.

etymology; apath(etic), ine/ous; agagen(der)/cassgen(der), ine

for anon!

tagging; @radiomogai

[triaelf9]

ugh I reallllyyyyy didn’t want to get in on this but like

The assumption that all atheists are people who’ve “never touched a religious text in their life” basically says to me you have a specific view of atheists and have probably not known many.

Most of them grew up IN the system and DO know the text and THAT’S why they walk away. 

If you’re gonna make a whole post on ppl not using nuance with CR stuff right now the least you can do is use nuance yourself and not paint an entire group of people with a brush that TV taught you, or a bunch of white men into power *cough* Dawkins *cough* coopted a movement in a society where to not believe in god is synonymous with being immoral.

So just keep in mind, the representation of people without faith that you see on TV or twitter isn’t the majority and 9 times out of 10 isn’t correct at all.

thanks ^_^

[arco-pluris]

Theoflexible or flexitheism (flexitheist): mostly or predominantly theist, but flexible in this identity; believing in God/gods but occasionally incredulous towards deities.

Atheoflexible: mostly or predominantly atheist, but flexible in this identity; disbelieving in gods, but occasionally leaning toward belief in certain God, gods, deity or deities.

Note: an atheoflexible person does not need to be "rarely theist". When they change their beliefs, they could be pantheist, deist, omnist, posttheist, nontheist, and so on. Other terms may derive them such as antitheoflexible (antitheist), apatheoflexible (apatheist), or transtheoflexible (transtheist).

Abrotheist: fluidity in belief regarding the existence of gods, fluctuating over time between atheism, theism, and possibly other beliefs. This term would suggest that one’s stance changes based on internal feelings, experiences, or even phases in life.

Fluxotheist (fluxotheism): the sense of flowing between different beliefs in a less fixed or rigid manner. It could suggest that one's belief shifts more naturally, almost like a current, continuous adapting based on new experiences or insights.

These terms are deliberately based on abrosexual, the prefix fluxo- (from fluxograma) and the concept of genderflux or genderfluid, heteroflexible and flexitarianism or the prefix flexi- (eg. flexisexual). These ideas have been in my head for a while.

[fortune-maiden]

Not how I intended to spend the last couple of days but I started and finished Book 1 of Mo Du

I was not expecting Fei Du to be like a bratty younger brother towards Tao Ran but I love it

[rxttenslutcemeterysys]

running from protectors/punishments be like;

[paa-official]

Recording No. 17

Parker had closed off a large area around the entrance to the ship and placed his troops in front of it, with orders to shoot at anything that crawled out of it. So we waited for the German military to arrive and take over. Was at least what we were supposed to do, but Parker twitched all because he wanted to search the ship. If he hadn't been too scared of what might be in there, he probably would have run in himself and conducted his own search.

Mitchell was standing in front of a table in a tent, looking over some information about the Phalanx that me and Becka were able to gather. His index finger tapped on the table as he noticed Parker's impatience and lost his cool because of him. He sighed in despair and his breath froze instantly in the cold air. His hand rose slowly and took the warm cup of tea from the table. After a sip, he put it down again and turned to us >> I'll try to calm him down. << and left the tent.

Becka sat next to me on a chair and had her arms crossed >> Didn't he want to take the ship apart? << she asked, annoyed.

>> He can't do that. << I said somewhat sympathetically.

>> Oh, that's right. The humans forbid other nations to carry out any actions without certain authorizations. <<

>> I think it's something else. <<

She looked at me questioningly >> What is it? <<

>> Not what. Who. <<

Her gaze remained questioning, but as she looked over at Parker and then at the crashed ship, something seemed to have dawned on her >> You're not telling me there's someone there he cares about, are you? <<

>> Why else would he have acted like that when we got the records? <<

Her arms loosened >> I didn't think he had anyone. <<

>> Well, probably not now. <<

She looked at me as if a chill ran down her spine >> What do you think he'll do if that's the case? <<

I took a deep breath and looked back out of the tent at Parker, who was talking to Mitchell >> Let's hope it's not. <<

Half an hour had passed and still nothing had happened. The German military still hadn't arrived and I hoped it would stay quiet until they did. I didn't want Parker to escalate and tear the ship apart, if that was even possible. From the reports of some of the soldiers, the dark gray steel had been very robust and almost indestructible. It had taken a lot of explosive force to destroy it.

During the agonizingly long wait, the rain did not let up at all. And although the heat lamp in the tent made the cold somewhat bearable, I still felt a little cold. So I asked Mitchell if he could bring us some tea, which he did. It was a black tea with a little sugar and a lemon in it. The first sip had tasted much better and more pleasant than the coffee with five spoons of sugar I'd had with Jenny.

I had never understood how she could drink something so bitter. It had felt like I had drunk my joy of life away, but she thought that was the way it should be. These humans had still been a mystery to me, as some had probably been so exhausted by life that they had needed something disgusting in the morning to remind them that they could still feel something.

Maybe that's why the tea tasted so much better to me. Maybe it just felt like I had been negatively surprised by this species, as I hadn't preferred the taste of coffee to that of tea.

Suddenly I sensed a great sense of unease among the people. I got up from my chair and put my cup down on the table. Becka looked after me worriedly >> Apath, what's wrong? <<

>> Something is off. <<

>> What exactly? << she asked me worriedly.

>> The people are anxious. <<

>> What for? <<

I didn't answer, but pulled the hood of my cloak over my head and walked out of the tent. Becka followed me uncertainly as I approached the ship where the people had gathered. Through the rain, I could only faintly make out that they were all talking to each other. And then I suddenly felt a familiar presence, which is why I stopped first.

>> What's going on? << Becka asked me.

I realized that there was a big misunderstanding coming and we had a lot of explaining to do.

>> I didn't think they would let him live. << I said and kept walking.

Parker was with the humans and when he noticed us, he ran towards us. His expression didn't seem particularly pleased as he grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me to a halt >> When were you planning to tell us about the third one? <<

>> I had thought that the Phalanx had killed him. That's why I didn't think it was important to tell you about him. <<

>> Any information, no matter how small and insignificant, is important enough to tell us about. You're lucky you're allowed to walk on this planet. <<

>> What does that mean now? << Becka asked.

>> It means... <<

Before Parker could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a soldier >> Sir. He wants to talk to those two. <<

Parker scowled at him for the interruption >> He can do the same to me. <<

But the soldier shook his head >> He only wants to talk to them. <<

Parker gave us another disgusted look before agreeing to the demand. They had taken Markus into a larger tent and given him a warm blanket. When the people had gone out, we were then allowed to join him and talk to him. His face had no scratches or other scars, which shouldn't have surprised me.

He looked up and immediately put on a grim grin >> Congratulations, Empath. <<

I grabbed a stool and sat in front of him, while Becka sat behind me on the left.

>> Is that all you wanted to tell us? << I asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders >> I actually just wanted to see you alive. And you... << he looked over at Becka >> I want to congratulate you too, for still being alive. <<

>> That sounds kind of sarcastic coming from you. << she said to him. >> Or like a threat. << I interjected.

Markus looked at me in slight surprise >> I don't think that would be particularly clever of me. <<

>> But the humans don't know that you can heal yourself, do they? <<

He sighed >> There would be no point. We lost and you won. From the looks of it. What happens now? Will we have to look for another planet now? <<

My gaze froze and Becka lowered hers, which Markus noticed immediately. He looked at us in turn >> What is it? <<

I took a deep breath >> We're staying on this planet. The ship is destroyed. <<

His eyes widened in shock >> And our population? <<

>> Many civilians and soldiers were able to save themselves and escape to Earth. The rest... << Becka said.

>> Miran? <<

>> Dead. << I answered him.

>> What happened to the ship? <<

>> Either the systems failed because of the civil war or someone sent a welcoming gift. <<

Silence fell between us and the rain beat loudly against the tent. Markus took a few breaths and raised his head again to look at the Phalanx ship with a questioning look >> Why did they crash? Didn't they want to help the humans? <<

>> Xornud betrayed us. I don't know what his plan was, but he had tried to kill me if Miran or Luke hadn't. <<

>> How? <<

>> An overdose of the painkiller he gave me after the meeting with Luke, and a bomb in his sword hilt. <<

Markus laughed softly >> Why is it so hard to kill you? <<

>> I could ask you the same thing. <<

Becka put her hand on my shoulder and asked Markus >> Speaking of the Phalanx. Did you see any humans on the ship? <<

>> Only dead ones. A lot of them, actually. And a lot of dead Phalanx. If I didn't know better, everything in there is dead. <<

>> Because of the impact? <<

>> Didn't look like it. Their bodies are mangled, like they were mauled by some kind of monster. Or a horde of monsters. <<

>> Did you see them? << I asked.

>> Only when they ran past me. I tried to avoid them. And couldn't exactly spot them. But I'm not sure if they survived the fall. <<

>> Have you seen a human with green hair? <<

>> Do you mean the one she brought on our ship? No. No, I haven't. Besides, I don't think he could still be alive. <<

As he said this sentence, there was a sudden flash and a clap of thunder immediately followed.

Becka hung her head and I could passively perceive her frustration. She then stood up and walked out of the tent. I followed her out, worried about her. She hadn't even put her hood on and was wandering away with her hands formed into fists. When I caught up with her, I held her by the arm and brought her to a halt. The look she gave me was probably the most intimidating look I had ever seen.

>> Let go of me. << she ordered me.

>> Becka, please. <<

>> Shut it. If you want to calm me down, do it with your empathy. Before I do something wrong again. <<

>> What are you talking about? <<

>> Everything I've done so far has ruined everything. I can't please anyone and I killed someone instead of helping. <<

She tried to get out of my grip, but I continued to hold her and wanted to say something, but the soldiers shouted something again. >> Contact! << shouted one and the sound of gunfire drowned out the rain.

[blahblah-blah24]

I 100% believe Apathe is K9, lol. The user blocked me and I had no idea the account existed

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[felix-01000101]

The Father

I've been in the house of the Father

many times.

There are many of them,

all very different,

but still sharing the same goal.

I've never known what that goal is.

But I've thought about it.

I've never seen the Father in person.

No-one has.

So I can't assess His fatherly intentions,

but I can make guesses.

They describe Him as kind and knowledgeable of everyone,

and more powerful than we'll ever know

So I imagine a soft spirit,

wise and protective,

supportive and nurturing,

who doesn't judge, or hurt others,

who doesn't demand obedience,

who doesn't demand war and violence,

who truly cares about the people on this planet.

And this gave me comfort.

But the people,

the people who know the Father,

they don't see that.

They see something very different.

And, sometimes

the Father they see is my arch nemesis.

Am I right? But, then, they can't all be lying?

Am I wrong? Then, why would I serve someone who will condemn me for things I cannot change?

I was scared, and I was angry,

Seeing people fight over who the Father was,

So I left.

I wanted comfort.

And the Father did not give me that comfort.

The journey was bumpy.

At first, I tried to join those who denied the Father.

But I believed in the Father too much to be one of them.

Yet, their arguments changed my outlook on the Father.

Some of their points made sense.

Regardless, I went forth to find shelter elsewhere.

I then discovered,

there are people who neither deny nor believe the Father.

These people became my new shelter.

Their diverse opinions made me feel more at home with myself and my tentative relationship with the Father.

But their numbers were too small for comfort.

And they had too much scrutiny from both sides.

So I went forth to seek shelter elsewhere.

As it started to rain,

I found a note in the mud.

It said that,

it was okay not to care,

not to belong.

That there are other things to do in life.

I took this muddied note,

cleaned it,

and held it true to my heart.

And this gave me comfort.

But the people who knew the Father,

they didn't like that.

They brought me back to the house,

said that I was speaking nonsense,

that there was only one right answer.

And so here I am,

in the house of the Father.

I can never see Him the same way,

ever again.

The people have already shown me,

that I cannot be devoted to the Father,

and I cannot do the impossible.

But sometimes,

One of them will say something,

And I can only wonder,

"Am I pushing myself away,

or are they guilting me

into letting my guard down?"

When the same people who lifted you up,

are capable of breaking you down,

you tend to naturally be on guard.

Will I ever have my comfort?

But like I said,

I've been in the house of the Father

many times.

There are many of them,

all very different,

but still sharing the same goal.

I've never known what that goal is,

and that's probably what they want.

And I can only lie still like a lamb and hope I live,

or run away and leave my friends behind.

What would the Father think?