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noxwithoutstars · 1 year
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✧。:*▹ Grimorecollectin
[ PT/ Grimorecollectin /PT end ]
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✧ Grimorecollectin is a term for when collects or hoards terms like pages in a spellbook.
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mogai-sunflowers · 1 year
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spinhoardic!
spinhoardic-
a term for those who hoard genders related to their special interests!
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[Image ID: A flag with seven equally-sized horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors are pastel yellow, pastel green, turquoise, medium dull brown, medium grey-pink, medium dull pink, and red-pink. End ID.]
term and flag by me, requested by anon!
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belinhagamer999 · 1 year
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Objectum flags more colors
Brancjectum
When you’re attracted to the color white or white objects
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Vinojectum
When you’re attracted to the color wine or wine objects
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Pastelyectum
When you’re attracted to the color pastel yellow or pastel yellow objects
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Pastellictum
When you’re attracted to the color pastel lime or pastel lime objects
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Pastelmictum
When you’re attracted to the color pastel mint or pastel mint objects
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Pastelpictum
When you’re attracted to the color pastel pink or pastel pink objects
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Everything here coined by me!
First post here
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Ningendercollector
A term for one that collects/hoards ningenders (neutral in nature genders), exclusively or not
[ID One: A flag with six horizontal stripes. There is an X shape that meets in the middle and cuts the flag into 3 different sections. The left side of the flag's colors goes as follows from top to bottom: light blue green, light mint green, yellow-green, pastel yellowish orange, pastel orange, and pastel red-orange. The middle of the flag goes as follows from top to bottom: greenish beige, wild rice orangey yellow, pastel yellow, pastel yellow, wild rice orangey yellow, and greenish beige. The right side of the flag's colors go as follows from top to bottom; pastel red-orange, pastel orange, pastel yellowish orange, yellow-green, light mint green, and light blue-green. End ID]
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Fingendercollector
A term for one that collects/hoards fingenders (feminine in nature genders), exclusively or not
[ID Two: A flag with six horizontal stripes. There is an X shape that meets in the middle and cuts the flag into 3 different sections. The left side of the flag's colors goes as follows from top to bottom: pastel orange-yellow, pastel red-orange, pastel pinkish red, pastel purply magenta, pastel purple, and pastel dark blue. The middle of the flag goes as follows from top to bottom: dark magenta-red, magenta-red, light magenta-red, light magenta-red, magenta-red, and dark magenta-red. The right side of the flag's colors go as follows from top to bottom; pastel dark blue, pastel purple, pastel purply magenta, pastel pinkish red, pastel red-orange, and pastel orange-yellow. End ID]
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Mingendercollector
A term for one that collects/hoards mingenders (masculine in nature genders), exclusively or not
[ID Three: A flag with six horizontal stripes. There is an X shape that meets in the middle and cuts the flag into 3 different sections. The left side of the flag's colors goes as follows from top to bottom: pastel yellowish-green, pastel tealish green, pastel cyan, pastel purply magenta, pastel purple, and pastel dark blue. The middle of the flag goes as follows from top to bottom: dark blueish cyan, blueish cyan, light blueish cyan, light blueish cyan, blueish cyan, and dark blueish cyan. The right side of the flag's colors go as follows from top to bottom; pastel dark blue, pastel purple, pastel purpley magenta, pastel cyan, pastel tealish green, and pastel yellowish-green. End ID]
All coined by me
Flag IDs by @rewritingyouridentity (thanks a lot for the help <3 )
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pinktinselmonstrosity · 4 months
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submitted my essay and closed the TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY NINE tabs i had open
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akumaii · 2 years
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Demonic Relationship hoarder
(Demonic Relationship collector)
a form of relationship hoarder where one has a intense desire to have more relationships, due to being a demonic being. This can refer to any form of relationships (sexual, romantic, platonic, queerplatonic/alterous, amical, etc.)
Etymology: Demonic + Relationship + hoarder/collector
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oh an absolute carcrash waiting to happen for who’s on work shift tomorrow morning
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hypnoswrites · 7 months
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Bad Taste
A commission I was allowed to post! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it :D
WARNINGS: Yandere! Chrollo, PT member! reader, female! reader, explicit nsfw, casual sex, mentions of explicit violence, mentions of murder, mentions of character death, reader is kinda immoral but that comes with the pt territory, dubious consent
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"You have bad taste, you know that?" You said, lying on your side, tired eyes slowly moving over every choice that had gone into the design of the bedroom. At first glance, you would've called the excess of gold and silver gaudy, but then there was that minimalist abstract painting in the corner, or the classical bedside table made out of gray marble, and you decided even that descriptor wasn't fully applicable. The maximalism of a rich hoarder, was the only term that felt somewhat correct. "None of these pieces work together."
Chrollo smiled as he looked up from his book, participating in your critique of his interior design skills. "I'd call it the curse of having many interests. If you ask me, committing to a single style or type of art when there is so much variety in the world is as much a sign of bad taste as you consider this to be."
"The art nouveau brutalist bathroom is an abomination, Chrollo."
"Or so you continue to remind me. Would you rather I hang the Klimt with the byzantine sculptures?"
"No. I'd rather you throw those away. Or sell them." You sat upright and pulled the sheets off your body, sitting on the edge of the bed so you could stretch properly, your fingers tapping against the side of the mattress while you thought of what you were going to do next. Shower or get dressed and leave?. "Such a waste letting them get water damage."
"Stop suggesting we have sex in the bathtub then."
"No." Something about the clumsiness of sex in bathrooms had always appealed to you, and if you liked seeing Chrollo with his hair wet while he was bent over you, who’d judge you? "I don't think I will."
"I figured."
You stretched your arms over your head, feeling a delightful pull on your sore muscles. You’d slept badly, you always slept too lightly when other people were around, but the calm and laziness of the morning made the slight exhaustion lingering on your body feel less bothersome. There was nothing on the agenda today, so you could truly just go your own way. Perhaps you’d train a bit later in the evening, or visit a botanical garden if the weather was nice. Visiting gardens was always your go-to activity on lazy days, since you always felt truly at ease feeling your nen curl around so many different specimens, all responding to your commands. Controlling flora was a tricky ability, especially in less habitable areas like the dusty deserts surrounding Yorknew, so to be in a location where nothing would ever be able to truly harm you was comforting. You didn’t know whether that comfort came from the security or the control. 
At the thought of your ability, you wondered when you’d use it next. The last time had ended a bit anticlimactically. You’d wrapped nettles around a man’s throat, only for him to suffocate and die in mere minutes, apparently allergic to the plant. You’d gotten in a bit of trouble, since he’d been meant to give information, but luckily his colleague knew enough to save your hide. When you’d started to master your own ability, you’d never considered allergies being relevant so often. 
You lowered your arms and rolled your shoulders, looking back at Chrollo who was smiling ever so slightly. “So when’s the next heist? Or are you leaving to find new members first?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You are under the impression that killing Hisoka has no priority?”
Ah. You should’ve figured.
“Didn’t want to assume. Aren’t you supposed to be quite strict with the ‘no leg matters, just the spider’ philosophy?” You suppressed a smile at the mention of Hisoka, knowing any sign of affection, as small as it was, wouldn’t be appreciated. You didn’t particularly care about Shalnark and Kortopi, only having worked with them in passing for a few years, so it wasn’t like you felt betrayed by the magicians actions. If anything, you’d found Chrollo’s continual leniency on the magician’s schemes to be surprising, and retrospectively quite an obvious mistake. “Well. With eight or so members it’ll surely work out fine.” 
It would. You’d only seen a handful of them in combat, but if they managed to corner Hisoka, he was dead, an opinion that was supported by the fact that Hisoka was already supposed to be dead, having lost to Chrollo in the arena. 
You’d watched the show on television, a bit disappointed when it had stopped being broadcast due to the deaths of most of the camera staff. Either that, or the producers had chosen not to show such a massacre, as exciting as it had been. Even with gyo constantly activated, you had barely been able to keep up with the quick movements and techniques displayed, which had definitely increased your respect for Chrollo, the trust and belief the rest of the spider had in him definitely not unfounded.
You’d asked Hisoka in private shortly after his quasi-death and expulsion of the spider how he intended to fight them all off, certainly in close quarters, but he’d just kept it vague and acted indignified at your lack of belief in his capabilities. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe him to be capable of somehow pulling off something most would deem impossible, but rather that you really wished to know how he was planning to do so. A mystery is only as compelling as the explanation that is served, and you were left only with curiosity and impatience. 
Still, you’d decided a while ago that you would bet on Hisoka. The odds were high that he intended to kill you along with the rest of the spiders if he ever got the chance, but you doubted he’d chase after you if you made yourself scarce before anything big could happen. The parts of the plan he’d clued you in on were compelling enough to bet on, since even if Hisoka failed miserably, you still had enough time to work out a second plan of your own. 
"Just to sate my curiosity on the matter." Chrollo asked, looking over the edge of his book as you grabbed a short satin dress you’d worn yesterday night that had been discarded next to the bed. Pulling it over your head, you were relieved to not fully be naked anymore, not out of a sense of decency or prudishness, but because Chrollo’s stare tended to be a bit too appreciative for your liking. "Are you two close?"
You didn’t need to ask for clarification.
Truly, you liked Hisoka. He was an interesting figure and so upfront with his betrayals that you wondered how he still managed to fool anyone into trusting him. His style, his humor, his fighting style. It was all so uniquely him and yet at the same time so inhumanly distant that you had trouble seeing him as an actual person. Instead, he felt more like a character you could enjoy watching, and you would be lying if it hadn’t flattered you that he’d enjoyed watching you too. 
"We're not intimate, if that's what you're asking." This was edging a bit too close to a discussion on your relationship with him for your liking. Chrollo, ever the achiever, didn't bore you with such things usually. Instead, he'd either lure you into some quasi-intellectual debate or just leave you be. Your favorite ending to one of these meetings had been when he'd expressed interest in some blockbuster that was airing, and you'd surprised yourself into inviting him to come and watch it with you. The movie theater experience, complete with popcorn and a soda, had been fun in a domestic way you'd not experienced in a while. Ranting about the bad quality of the film was also a fond memory, though you were not the type to grow attached to domestic activities. "Didn't think you were the jealous type."
"I wouldn't call it jealousy." He said earnestly, chuckling when he saw the disbelieving tilt of your head. "If anything, I'm trying to see whether you've betrayed the spider too."
You forced your eyebrows to lift in surprise. "Oh. I'd never. How little faith do you have in me?"
Whatever playful tone you’d placed in your words, it seemed to be the wrong choice, as you were pulled back into bed by your hair. The casual atmosphere had ended, and the pretense of this just being a chat was broken. His fingers curled around locks of your hair, pulling at your scalp, and the book was discarded somewhere on the bed. 
You let it happen, finding the sting of his grip on your hair more comfortable than this conversation, especially since it ended up with your barely covered upper body sprawled over his lap. He looked down at you, and if he spotted your gratitude at this turn of events, he did not show it. Instead, he actually seemed angry, his entire face frozen on a blank slate. If he could not even find the state of mind to force a neutral expression, you’d definitely crossed a line. 
Luckily, he acknowledged his own anger too, which saved you from having to navigate what exactly he was taking offense to. 
"You've chosen a bit of an unfortunate moment to joke with me. Safe to say, I wouldn't call myself completely stable at the moment." It was at times like this that you truly appreciated his features, his face and body made to be cast in marble. Bloodlust only enhanced the image, washing off the false domestic and normal air that he clothed himself in to blend in. "It'll pass, but for now I'd urge you to give me a serious response."
That made sense in retrospect. Last night he’d been quite a bit more rough than he usually was. His hand had found your throat on many occasions, and while you did not mind being manhandled a bit, the force with which he sucked hickeys into your neck and the pressure of his arms around your waist had proven a bit intense at times. You’d just explained it away as a mood, but this made quite a bit more sense. 
"How about this, I’ll give you a quick rundown of everything I know: I haven't spoken with him ever since that entire mess with Shal and Kortopi," His hand tightened around your hair, and you figured he didn’t like you minimizing the events that had occurred, but to be fair, he would’ve been more suspicious had you acted all respectful to his dead friends. "But he did tell me something beforehand which I think you might find interesting."
His expression did not change, but Chrollo did seem a bit irritated that you were playing coy. "Well?"
"The boat led by the Kakin Empire heading towards the dark continent. Apparently there will be some kind of contest held on board during the trip, and Hisoka seemed quite interested in it. If I had to guess, he's going to be there, trying his best to make the entire affair about twenty percent more complicated." 
If you felt any regret having spoken those words, you didn’t feel it yet, though you kept the possibility open that you’d feel a bit bad about it later. If only, if only.
The seed had been planted. Chrollo probably had an inkling that you telling him this was intended by Hisoka, but that didn’t really matter. Hisoka wanted a fight, so it’d be out of character for him to suggest a fighting stage and not show up. The spiders would crawl on board, head toward the dark continent, a place so dangerous every expedition you’d heard of had stellar mortality rates, and hopefully they’d never return. 
On the day of the departure, you’d stay behind. You liked excitement and part of you wanted to explore the dark continent and its mysteries as much as any other, but it’d be certain death for you if you went. There were too many things left to experience on this planet, and dying at the hands of either Chrollo or Hisoka left a bad taste in your mouth. 
They were both dear to you, but you really hoped they’d kill each other and sink the boat. 
"A hobby you two seem to share."
"As if you don't." You lightly admonished, smiling as his fingers were still pulling at strands of your hair, his eyes murderously intense as he stared down at you. "Well, are you going to kill me or am I free to go?"
"You seem to be misunderstanding something." He grabbed your face and made you face the wall, a multitude of painted faces in varying degrees of realism staring back at you. "Whatever I don't get rid of, I collect. And since I am quite fond of you, even if I deem your betrayal to go too far, I won't kill you. Instead, I'll pin you to these walls like those paintings you seem to hate so much and enjoy the sight of you until I feel ready to throw you away. Act with that in mind."
You suppressed a sigh and realized you'd been right in your assessment of where this was headed. A shame, even if it was way too late for you to take back your countermeasures anyway.  "Chrollo, do you hear yourself speak right now?"
"I do. I know what I sound like." He sighed and let go of your face. When you slowly remade eye contact with him, he was looking quite pensive before he bent forward, closing the gap between you and him. For a second you hoped that he'd kiss you, just to cut this conversation short. You knew what was at the end of that road, while this was inching further and further into uncomfortable territory. “Don’t act like this is coming out of nowhere. I think you’re quite aware of the effect you have on me. I myself find it quite interesting at times, and in all honesty, it would be much easier to see exactly what you’re made of if I keep you a bit incapacitated.”
"That sounds quite scary." You said, less sarcastically than you'd intended, the sincerity of his words sending a shiver down your spine. The slight quirk of his lips, the complete nonchalance with which he'd admitted to his plans for you if you betrayed him, all made you believe that he was not kidding in the slightest. You'd always known it was a bit risky sleeping with the head of the spiders, but that danger had been part of the enjoyment. What fun was there in hooking up if there wasn't a risk of death involved? "I wasn't aware you felt about me like that."
"You have your moments."
"I see."
Being proven right was a bitter victory in this case, as much as you wanted to pretend it didn’t bother you in the slightest. You and Chrollo had spent many a night like this, and a few months ago, you had been quite pleased with the set-up, your post-heist adrenaline and bloodlust always being channeled in the best way possible, but in that same period you’d felt something start to change. 
During heists he rarely deployed you, something that was even beginning to be noticed even by other spiders. Your abilities were being questioned, and you’d even heard that little black-haired shit wonder whether you always slept your way to the top. Three members had to remind you of the rule not to fight other spiders, because otherwise you would’ve gouged out his eyeballs and thrown his guts to the dogs.
It was insulting, and the mere idea that Chrollo was in love with you was even worse.
It made you uncomfortable to see a man you had so much respect for debase himself in chasing you. He never did anything outwardly romantic, but he stared, and you could tell that any time you spent with him was intriguing him. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. He was supposed to be better than that. You couldn’t stand it when he sighed after kissing you or left books on the dinner table for you to take when you left. 
He couldn’t betray the spider, not in such an awfully human way. 
And so you’d decided one morning while waking up in his arms, his heartbeat thumping underneath your ear, that you’d prefer it if he died. Death would freeze the image you had of him, of the ruthless and constantly shifting leader of the Phantom Troupe. Death would freeze all of them, since after Uvogin and Pakunoda’s deaths you’d noticed more and more cracks in what used to be a perfect formula. 
Feitan and Phinks, who used to go off on their own in between heists, now seemed bound to the hip, their cruelty and ruthlessness a mere façade for what even a blind person could see. Franklin called Shizuku every few hours, checking in on her location and how she was doing. Nobunaga had completely lost it, even if everyone pretended to not see it, and you weren’t someone who generally empathized with unknown faces, but the civilian woman he’d fixated on after the death of Uvo was clearly having to deal with a lot of delusional bullshit.
The changes spread gradually, but the spider was not what it used to be. Most of the members had grown up together and preferred not losing one another, the recent deaths of those close to them proving they were not as okay with being replaceable as they’d pretended to be all this time. None of them would ever utter such a thing, but you noticed it regardless. 
Being annihilated on the way to the dark continent, or at their destination, would be the best way for the spider. All in order to hold onto its principles. In some way, you felt like you were saving the man whose death you were planning, whose body had been pressed against yours so often. You’d never been the sentimental type, but the idea that you were saving a legacy from dying out painfully was beautiful to you. Chrollo wouldn’t ruin himself in your name. The others wouldn’t slip away into insanity and sentimentality. 
Hisoka was the only one who knew how you felt, and had even agreed with your views, meaning he was the sole ally you had in this perspective. You’d spent years with the Troupe, and in some distant way, you loved the spider. Vaguely, you realized you’d accept it if Chrollo killed you now. Maybe he’d prove you wrong. Maybe he would get rid of your traitorous self, kill Hisoka and purge the spider of all that had desecrated it. 
You would accept it gratefully. 
Chrollo let go of your hair and his thumb traced a line across your forehead. 
“Fine.” He breathed out. 
“We’re leaving it at that?” You asked, cursing yourself for even responding, and even more for the desperation you felt at the loss of his aggression. Chrollo immediately moved, languidly shifting your body and his so you were below him once more, your legs on either side of his hips. He pushed his hair back and rubbed his eyes a bit before taking another good look at you. You couldn’t decipher his expression fully, but decided a mix of exhaustion and exasperation came closest.  
“We’re not.” A hand moved under your waist and lifted up your lower body, slotting you against him. He bent forward over you and out of the corner of your eyes you saw him slowly wrap a hand around his cock and pump himself a few times. When he was sufficiently hard, he moved the hand with which he’d touched himself up to your mouth, two fingers patiently waiting on your lips to be licked. Knowing this song and dance, you opened your mouth, your tongue searching and finding his fingers instantly. Whilst you were sufficiently coating his fingers in spit, his dark eyes moved over your body. “We’ll be done once I say we’re done.”
The authoritative comment did little to turn you on, his possessive and romantically laced comments from earlier still making you feel weird. Still, when he pulled his fingers from your mouth and lowered them to your pussy to lubricate your entrance, the few flicks he performed against your clit did make your chest rise from the mattress a bit. 
Pressing his forehead to yours, he quickly grabbed his cock and pushed it inside you, a satisfied sound leaving his throat as he successfully entered you. The pace he set was slow, gentle in a way that made you want to cry.
“Don’t betray me.” He said, and you felt your stomach turn at the pleading tone accompanying it. It was hard to enjoy the way he rolled his hips against yours, pushing his cock further into you, when your mind was miles away. How could you be present when all you wanted was to leave and forget he’d ever disappointed you like this. “I’ll do much worse than kill you if you do.”
That wasn’t a lie. He’d probably lock you up, steal your ability and hurt you until you didn’t have the strength to fight him anymore. Maybe he’d cut your legs off, maybe he’d bind you to a bed until malnutrition and muscle decay did the work for him. That part didn’t scare you, it was what he’d do after that that terrified you. He’d keep you with him, sleep next to you, and trace your injuries. He’d insist you read with him, watch movies with him, make love to him instead of the distant sex you preferred. He’d love you, earnestly and in his own way, and you’d rather die than experience it, since it would mean the man you loved was utterly gone.
“You know, don’t you?” He asked. “Please tell me you know.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, desperate for him to shut up.
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a-dinosaur-a-day · 8 months
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Think of Megafauna as the evolutionary equivalent of The Rich
no no no, hold on with me a second
matter and energy are finite. an ecosystem is, essentially, a group of organisms in a particular location balancing each other out in order to allow for matter and energy to flow in a constant cycle
that balance requires each species to reproduce to the best of its ability, and all the species around it to take advantage of that reproduction to the best of their abilities
the larger you are, the more energy and matter you need to survive. yes, if you're bigger, you can have an advantage over other species in getting food (either by being able to reach more of it, or overpower things to get to it, that kind of thing). but you have to make up for it by eating more. a LOT more. it scales up logarithmically.
because bigger species need more resources to exist, they aren't able to spend as many on reproduction, meaning that - as a rule - bigger species have smaller populations. which is an evolutionary disadvantage. but not their only one.
in a way, they are hoarding matter and energy in the bodies of a select few, that gained larger size in order to access more matter and energy. which, yes, every species tries to do, but at smaller sizes, its sustainable.
smaller species have larger populations, which then speciate more so that more offspring can live and occupy new niches, which then leads to more speciation because niches beget niches, and so on
yes, bigger species can also strike that balance, but they sit on the top of a precarious peak. they rely on that entire system to continue to function in order to fuel their large size and successful populations.
so bigger species tend to evolve in systems where there are not selection pressures for them to be economical. and most bigger species do not have much in the way of modern descendants.
because the minute their ecosystem starts to fall apart, they can't get enough food.
and they go extinct.
megafaunalism is just a different kind of specialization, and niche specialists have to be very lucky to survive mass extinctions.
we see this in every extinction. end ordovician, end devonian, end permian, end triassic, end cretaceous, the current one. megafauna go first.
the main difference between megafauna and Human Wealth Hoarders is that megafauna aren't making a conscious choice. Human Wealth Hoarders are.
and, much like megafauna, as the system they rely on collapses, they will be the first to go extinct. there's fewer of them, and they're more vulnerable. poorer people, much like smaller species, will lose many members - but, because there are more of us / smaller species are significantly more diverse, we'll/they'll ultimately get through it a lot easier.
the only reason we think megafauna = good is because *we're* megafauna. not only megafauna, but the highest trophic level (ie "top predators", which, given everything gets decomposed in the end, sure is an extremely revealing way to phrase it in terms of the psyche of the people inventing the term). we've convinced ourselves that being at the "end" (there is no end. we all get decomposed) of the "food chain" (it's a circular web) is best because that's where we are, and it gives us more power and control.
but just as toxins in water concentrate in "top predators", so do the stressors of ecological crises disproportionately affect megafauna. and us.
smaller is more diverse, more speciose, because they can. and evolutionarily speaking, more diverse = winning. because you're more likely to keep playing the game in the future.
so yeah. bigger is worse, actually.
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pokemonshelterstories · 2 months
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Thoughts on the box storage system?
it's certainly convenient, especially when travelling! it's also really useful for things like managing space in our shelter. however, i also think some people treat it like a place to put their pokemon when they don't want to deal with them. i'm especially worried about cases where we see pokemon hoarders using the box system as a way to manage their disorder.
there's also the fact that, while pokemon are maintained by the box system's automatic care system, we still don't really know the long-term effects it can have on pokemon. it's still a relatively new technology. studies on pichu, rattata, and magikarp have shown a potential connection between excess time spent in the box system and pokemon-on-pokemon aggression, but the jury's still out on whether that's due to the resulting lack of socialization or whether being boxed too long causes some other complication that leads to aggression.
so, it's definitely a super helpful thing when used right! but i wouldnt keep your pokemon boxed too long, and more research still needs to be done.
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smilingangel582 · 6 months
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Hey hey hey... I wanna bully our little scara -oopse I mean wanderer aka I renamed him to "Mochi" ain't that cute!
Thanks to the recent hoyofair someone gave me the idea to name him Mochi
But I'll be calling him wanderer... anyway enjoy hehe
Warning spoilers for Sumeru
A weakness?
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Now, Aether likes to team up with many. He even has the audacity to call our all four archons to help him in commisssions and abyss trials.
Heck... Ei and Nahida seemed game too and Aether had no trouble teaming up with anyone.
"Worthless as expected"
Although a certain someone seemed too difficult to handle... more difficult than Xiao supposedly...
"I told you..." Wanderer elevated from the ground now, landing his wind blades perfectly striking the treasure hoarders who now fled from the new threat, "Be direct and don't hesitate... sucker..."
Aether is just sick of him now. At least Xiao opened up to him more as time went by. Wanderer just gets on his nerves a lot.
"Alright, but can you just be a little calm... nicer too, " Aether said, suddenly feeling irritated too. Blue eyes shifted away, and he grumbled, "It's not my fault you are weak"
"Mochi~, please... aren't u being too mean?" He tried to tease him to lighten up the mood, Wanderer seems too bitter to acknowledge that, so he ignored him."Whatever... can't stoop to your level ...let's finish this quickly"
Aether growled "You little..."
Smirking wanderer folded his arms. "What? You would rather have me sugar coat it and mince my words? I apologize. " he rolled his eyes sarcastically."But try and keep up...!"
Muttering Aether rolled his eyes "Rude..."
Of course Katherine as always return them their commission rewards and Wanderer folds his arms saying "Alright if that's all I'll be taking my leave-"
"Hold it, Hat guy," giggling Aether grabs his shoulders. "Let's hang out a little at the teapot... come on, you need to lighten up,"
Growling "No need I'm busy..."
"With...?"
Clearing his throat he looks away "Non of your business... so find someone else to -aaaah!"
Swirling into a sudden shift of atmosphere he knew he's being forced to enter this dumb teapot. Unbelievable, he thought and Aether grins "Come on... let's have some tea as we chat..."
To say Aether is merely annoying isn't enough. He's too troublesome. Wanderer would definitely find his company too energy wasting but also... leaving this guy alone might see wrong too. Especially after helping him ascend a lot.
He kinda felt like he owe to the traveler. Paimon was absent and that's a plus point.
"Anyway... I've been meaning to ask, " Wanderer says," Now sipping yhe tea that's brewed instantly "why do you want to chat with me? After everything we never ended on good terms either"
Aether silently drinks and then sigh "Alright that old charade... you are naive, Mochi..."
Raising an eyebrow he watched Aether scoot closer to him now leaning forward with a smirk "OK who was the guy who asked me to name him?"
Bingo, Aether grins, he blushed at that.
"Then who was the guy who gave me a lovely present on my birthday...?"
"Lesser lord Kusanali bribed me into it-"
"-And yet you didn't leave after knowing you were bribed?" Cutting in fondly and Wanderer tried his best to hide the warmth spreading on his cheeks and looks away with a stubborn huff, folding his arms "Well... think what you may... but there's no way I admit to anything"
"Aw Mochi your blush just gives it away" Aether grins poking his checking making the anemo user let out a pettish immature and yet indignant scoff "It doesnt!"
"It does..." Aether pokes his nose.
"No it didn't" swats his hand now and Aether poles his stomach grinning "It does..."
"Hey..." Yelps as the poke sent an electrifying spread on his stomach, fluttering like multiple wings chaotically dancing in him.
"Oh?" Intrigued, Aether pokes his ribs now "Are you ticklish?"
"No... absurd... why would you consider that possibility?" He backs off regardless of his words and Aether readying himself with two pointer fingers like they are guns "I don't know... but it's a possibility alright..."
"Get away from me... k-knos your place!" He threatens now eyes widening when Aether pounce on him, two fingers wiggling but not touching yet."Tickles will be your place!"
"Hehe wait! Noho!" He already feels giggles slip from his lips and Aether is tranced by it, he only has two wiggling fingers on his sides and its already making Wanderer crazy.
"Cute... I wish i done this sooner" he pokes mercilessly on his ribs and beams at the squeal of indignant protests from the former all mighty god.
"AHAHA Shihit gehehet ahahawaaay!" He curls back "Dohont...! Stahahahap!"
"Don't stop? OK... then, " Aether teases when Wanderer groans through his giggling. He notices its ten fingers wiggling under his robes now and squirms with giggles that are uncharacteristic.
Genuinely Aether grins "Your giggles are adorable... Kittenish and cute... you should laugh more"
Aether feels every attempt of Wanderer's fists trying to punch his way out but its aimless and he can't even concentrate to fly away. This ticklish technique in poking and scribbling is killing him.
"Cuhuhut ihihit out! Hahaha ihihit... stahahap!"
Grinning, an idea as he kneads his hips like a dough "Stop doing what... Mochi?"
"Tihihihickling mehehehe yohohou lohohow lihihife!"
"Oh, you want more? Sure... coming right up" he squeezes his knees, and Wanderer realises how much power tickling has over him. His whines for falling for the oldest trick in the book and shrieks "OK! Ohohok, yohohou idiot! Stahahap ihihit! Seheheheriously!"
Aether hums but pausing his attack to only push him down with his hands. "Hmm, say you like hanging out with me and ill consider..."
Wanderer widened his eyes and hesitated "Ihihi... uh..." but squeaks when Aether latches on to his thighs and giggles without Aether tickling him "Last chance... or I'll tickle you till you go crazy"
"Ahaharchons wahahit... OK ok! Mahahaybe hanging out with yohou isn't bahahad? -ahaha eek!" The shrilled noise from Wanderer when Aether reached to touch his ears made him giggle "Aha hilarious... I can't take you seriously..."
"OK I like hahahangjng out with you!" He scrunched his neck when Aether trails his fingers on his neck and ears "ahaha I said it i said I SAID IT!"
Cruelly but playfully gentle, Aether doesn't stop and hums "Hmm maybe after tickling you a bjt"
"BUHUHUT YOU SAHAHAID YOULL STAHAHAP!
"Bleh" mocking his own raspberry aether snickers "I said consider... so I considered..."
"IHIHI WIHIHILL KILL YOHOHOU!" He shrieked bloody murder and Aether honestly stopped to laugh properly at the sounds Mochi had let out through the tickle session.
"Oh archons... you sounded like being hit by the electro archons lightening there" he laughed till his own cheeks flushed as Wanderer's
The latter gasps now glaring but involuntary giggling to lighten the effect "Yohou ahahre cruhuhuel... I hahate you."
Playfully he shoves his shoulders and Wanderer falls to the side effortlessly. Aether sighing as he had been laughing as hard as Wanderer "OK Mochi...this is why I like going with you... cute and very serious"
Blushes more Wanderer turns away "W-whatever... just admit that I'm strong enough for... uh these things"
"Alright alright... you are" Aether waves his hands in surrender but adds with a playful finger sliding up Wanderer's back "But not strong enough to deal with a little tickling"
"Ah!" He shrieks at the sudden sensation and turns his back away from him glaring at him still blushing "Don't you dare! I'll-I uh I'll chomp you down like a -a shrimp masala curry!"
"Yah yah but I'll tickle you before you could" Aether giggles and takes his hat running off with loud bouncy laughs "Hehe!"
Wanderer smirks now, feeling light and happy. "Oh? Come here, you lowly traveler, and feel the wrath of the former god!"
To say Aether didn't expect revenge is a lie... he wanted things to escalate like this perhaps... although maybe he's more tolerable than before.
"Bow your head!" While tickling Aether's sides.
Or maybe his attitude still stinks, but it's adorable. Despite being an offhand aggressive jerk, he can also display softness and cuteness...
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noxwithoutstars · 1 year
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✧。:*▹ Transbasket/Transcollectin
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✧ Transbasket/Transcollectin is a term for when one collects trans subtypes, such as transmasc, transneutral, transxenine, etc.
✧ Requested by anon
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[ ID: A digital watercolor wash of reds, oranges, purples, and peaches on a dark indigo background. Words are in turquiose: “DNI: Racist, Prolife/anti-abortion, transmed, anti-BLM, homophobic, transphobic, racist, misogynistic, exclusionist, anti-MOGAI/xenos/neos, anti-anti, anti-decolonization, anti-lesboy/turigirl, anti-otherkin, TERF/radfem, believes ‘narc uhbuse’ is real.” End ID. ]
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🎭 for any of the Gallifrey characters
HEADCANON MEME
🎭 A headcanon about what they lie about
(Sticking to characters I haven't written for in the series for obvious reasons, but oh man the Headcanons I could write for my boy the General.)
NARVIN
Narvin has lost so much in the process of becoming the man he is today, but something even he's not entirely comes to terms with his most intangible loss: his ability to lie.
As a former member of the CIA, lies and falsehoods should have remained second nature in his new role of Renegade Timelord. But with newfound courage comes newfound honesty. Something about the horrors of war have stripped them all away.
Narvin can really only lie in the moment now, and only ever small lies. His honest truth- what he thinks of the coming horrors, how little he truly believes he can impact the future of Gallifrey, the full scope of what they stand to lose- bubbles to the surface like boiling oil, threatening to spill over and destroy everything he clings to on his travels across the stars.
ROMANA
Romana considers lies a necessity both evil and kind. She must lie to protect her people, she must lie to protect those she loves. She lies to herself so she can keep going, even in the face of everything she's lost, and she must lie as a weapon to fend off the universe. Such is the role of President.
LEELA
Leela is fundamentally incapable of lies. She may dip her toe into the weaponised diplomacy of Gallifrey from time to time, but it sits uncomfortable on her skin, like tar. Hers is an honesty wielded with brute force, another link in her armour against a planet she both loves and despises. A reminder that she is, despite everything, despite the years behind and ahead, always Leela.
BRAX
Everything. Anything. Brax hasn't paused to take a breath or speak the truth since the day he was born (loomed?) Even his stark honesty is woven with all the little things he won't ever say outright, all the thoughts and observations held tight by his other selves. Brax is a hoarder of lies. He considers it one of his best qualities.
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belinhagamer999 · 10 months
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Moneyenjoyic gender
A gender gender that has in the the enjoyment of money, feeling good when receiving money, and after it happiness. This gender isn’t necessarily related to being rich but could be.
It’s instead related to feeling relief and relaxed after receiving some amount of money. This gender feels very tranquil and pleased but at the same time anxious desire to always have more.
It’s possible to be masc, fem or neu of this gender if you feel it.
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Colors represent common colors of money bank note.
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Twenty Questions
Thanks for the tags, @eybefioro, @goodoldfashionednightingale, and @hoarder-of-dragons! I picked my favorites from the posts you tagged me on, and added a few more of my own:
Currently consuming: Good Omens everything
Currently consuming: Good Omens everything (it's worth repeating!)
First ship: I'm not sure. I think I was introduced to the concept of ships through Thomas Sanders' Sanders Sides
Do you have kids? Yes, birth and foster 🥰
What sports do you play/have you played? Dance, horseback riding, and martial arts
Are you more likely to be sincere or sarcastic? Sincere
How many tabs are open on your browser? Over 3,000, because Session Buddy doesn't work on mobile yet 😅
What's your favourite colour? There's no way I can choose! I love the play of different colors with one another. I tend to wear a lot of purple, burgundy, and teal jewel tones, especially in the autumn and winter.
Favorite drink: Hot cocoa with marshmallows and herbal tea for the winter
Last movie: Nothing Lasts Forever and Pride and Prejudice (Those of you as obsessed with Good Omens as I am might recognize a theme here 🤩 )
Scary movies or happy endings? Feel good media with happy endings, please! The world is already full of too many sad and awful things.
When was the last time you cried? I don't remember, but it was probably induced by sleep deprivation and stress. Or really big feelings.
Any talents? Photography! And I love to nurture things. Sometimes that means cooking for loved ones, or growing a jungle of plants in my living room, or organizing gatherings for an extended circle of friends and chosen family
Talent you wish you had? Drawing
What are your hobbies? Right now, the only honest answer is Good Omens 😅
Do you have any pets? Yes! I've shared my life with a whole zoo full of cats, dogs, fish, and reptiles, including an adventure cat, a part-bear part-muppet therapy dog, and a tegu lizard that I trained to walk on a leash and harness.
Super power you wish you had? Reading minds
Dream job? I don't know! I've had so many, and they've all been valuable stepping stones on the path of my life. The jobs where I get to teach and help people - especially kids - are my favorites.
Dream vacation? Seeing the northern lights in person is high on my list. Also, a wildlife photo safari in Africa.
How would you change the world if you could? (Or, what are you passionate about?) I would teach everyone the skills of DBT (helpful for absolutely everyone who has ever had a strong feeling or a connection to another person) and then I would give everyone universal healthcare and a universal basic income with an aim to eliminating poverty, especially among children, plus all the other long term benefits that would stem from that. (Read more from WaPo about UBI here if you're interested.)
Currently working on: Solving the ineffable mystery with the lovely people at the @ineffable-detective-agency, and finishing a new fanfic for the Good Omens Minisode Minibang. Hopefully I'll be ready to post that later this weekend!
No-pressure tags for a few mutuals who might be into tag games, and an open invitation to everyone else!
@gallup24 @averywiseanimatedcat @procrastiel @commonmexicanname @crowleybrekkers @stumblingoverchaos @dunkthebiscuit @red-sky-in-mourning @im-not-a-virgo-im-a-lesbo @tragic-cosmic-magic @crowleybrekkers @lil-king-trash-mouth @celticseawych @phoen1xr0se @lemonic-whimssyy @ineffably-poetic @red-sky-in-mourning @weasleywrinkles
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Probably too many for one ask but I didn't want to miss anyone out lol
🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like? For Aedes
💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep? For June
🖌️ - Do they have any hobbies? For Sal
🍽️ - What’s their favorite food? For Betty
🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about? For Mark
💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side? For Bram
🍪 - How well can they bake? For Dawn
🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand? For Tamius
🌱 - Do they have a green thumb or are they a plant killer? For Rose
AHH I LOVE THAT YOU DIDN'T LEAVE ANYONE OUT💕
What’s Aedes' sleep schedule like?
Aedes is nocturnal by nature- It's easiest to prey on humans among other things in the dark/while they're sleeping. Sunlight tends to make him feel open and exposed, where as darkness acts almost as a security blanket for him. Though his sleeping habits are notably impacted by the presence of June...
What does June absolutely need to have to fall asleep?
As hinted at in the first chapter of Bite Me, June sleeps with an open window- she needs a room cold and preferably having fresh air.
Does Sal have any hobbies?
ABSOLUTELY - That lil gremlin is always looking for new things to do/try. He loves working with his hands, crafting tools, wood working, even sewing (specifically accessories for his 8 legged ladies). A lot of his hobbies are born out of necessity for his life style (foraging, climbing, hunting, etc..) but if we're talking specifically for fun/to pass time he loves to take things apart. Lil man loves to figure out how things work and will disassemble and attempt to reassemble things he's interested in. Do not leave him unattended with valuables.
What’s Betty's favorite food?
Betty is SPOILED! She particularly likes crickets as they're more fun to hunt, but taste wise she has a bit of a sweet tooth fang and and Sal absolutely spoils her with strawberries from time to time. You know those videos of pet owners putting together those very extra meals for their pets? That is 100% Sal with Betty. He insists she prefers Rosey Maple Moths, and will pair it with a nectar source to make it "extra special/pretty" for his precious girl. He's even taken to cooking isopods/potato bugs for her as an occasional treat.
What’s something dumb Mark's embarrassed about?
Ironically enough- his height. Mark is around 5ft3 is fairly self conscious about it.
What gestures does Bram really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?
Value wise Bram deeply respects courage, specifically being able to make sacrifices for others. He's not fond of people pleasing niceties and much prefers direct and blunt communication.
Tangible gestures?
He likes food.
Feed him and it goes straight to his heart (Homeboy craves to be nurtured).
How well can Dawn bake?
Dawn is quite the baker, and cook in general. She's close with a few Mennonites (who also happen to run a local bakery) and learned a lot of her baking techniques though them. She doesn't bake sweets too often, usually making them for Holidays/special occasions, though she does make her own bread!
What’s something Tamius will never understand?
Women
Tamius doesn't see the appeal of sports, more specifically high intensity/contact sports. He understands the joys of competition, as well as being physically active, and being able to defend oneself is important- yet the thought of doing it for some self imposed sense of duty? Fun? Not out of preparation/ self preservation, but to put your body through undue strain and harm for what? the amusement of others? Baffling.
Does Rose have a green thumb or are they a plant killer?
FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK THIS.
Rose is a plant hoarder. Her entire home is just filled with greenery (Which Tamius quite appreciated in terms of quick/easy hiding spots).
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