Ugh, it was awful last week. I'm free from The River of Styx now tho! Had to make a goofy vent doodle about it... Senku suffers from endometriosis. And poor Ginro caught the stray.
🪐 ✧ custom neopronouns for anon
with themes of space/astronomy!
quasar/quasars/quasarself
gamma/gammarays/gammarayself
pulse/pulsar/pulsars/pulsarself
ia/iapet/iapetus/iapetself
cere/ceres/ceres(s)elf
hau/haumea/haus/meas/haumeaself
vac/vacuum/vacuums/vacuumself
kui/kuiper/kuipers/kuiper(belt)self
oort/oorts/oortself
divider credit -> 🚀
he said he wasn't feeling anything
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Bibliovetic
(bib - lee - oh - vet - ik)
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A gender relating to being at the very back of a bookstore, between shelves built close together, with books that have been forgotten and are beginning to gather dust. From Latin biblio- (the prefix for relating to books) and vetus: old. The diagonal lines are meant to seem like leaning bookshelves.
For @mogai-sunflowers’ 1000-follower event!
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self indulgent | all made by me recolours allowed, f2u w/ credit, reblog appreciated
Enigma (f)
Gaia (f)
Euphemia (f)
Kalliopi (f)
Luitpold (m)
Kosma (f)
Alawis (m)
Moria (f)
Sol (f/m)
Ansgar (m)
Zoraya (f)
Raginald (m)
Adalind (f)
Ophelio (m)
Minna (f)
Atlantis (m/f)
Fridolin (m)
Sirena (f)
Mars (m)
Ryn (f/m)
Bruna (f)
Tassilo (m)
Dahlia (f)
Yami (m)
Lyra (f)
Alexios (m)
Océane (f)
Valerian (m)
Walda (f)
Erix/Eryx (m)
Lalita (f)
Aramir (m)
Isalin (f)
Odila/Otila (f)
Karan (m)
Helias (m)
Isgard (f)
Brun (m)
Valassia (f)
Aura (f)
Luitger (m)
Selie (f)
Admes (m)
Faralda (f)
Nayan (m)
Malachi (m)
Xelena (f)
Philemon (m)
Zephyr/Zephir (m)
Deva (f)
Disclaimer: You can, of course, use any name you like for any genre of story. Some of these names are from actual mythology, some of them I just liked as names in a fantasy story.
More names!
You two go cringe together then lol
i’m obsessed with these…
(From DepthOfWikipedia on Instagram)
Vatesiau: An identity of captivation; in which you are drawn to something you don't understand, longing for something intangible. You know not of the consequences.
What do you desire: To adore it, to grasp it, to become it? Perhaps it is already a part of you; something you haven't yet accepted, or are incapable of understanding. Something growing- changing- inside, distorting you under the skin where you cannot see. Or, it may be something incredibly close, yet still so far away, your hand outstretched as it tries to claim its prize.
You do not understand what it is. You do not understand why it draws you in, as though you're the final dash of light approaching the event horizon. Surely, by now, you must realize there is no going back. Yet, as you sink in, you may have finally reached your becoming- your apotheosis.
We all ought to wonder what you've become.
They’re feeling…𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂