#black seas of infinity : term coin

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@puriette 800f coining event ~ Hunger for _ `✨

Etehungeturic

A term connected to being a creature with an eternal hunger for blood and flesh. A bloodthirsty creature of some kind that has been cursed to eternal hunger, maybe even a former human or what's left of it, knawing on its own body for a source that does not exist and being unpredictable, dangerous, and feels like suffering.

This term may or may not be GORIN or/and WHUMIN in some way.

Ete + hunge + tur + ic (eternal, hunger & creature)

Coined by the eternity aka Primuscapere

ID. A rectangular flag of 9 horizontal even stripes, the colors go from top to bottom as muted sandy grey, muted cream-sandy, magenta-dark wine red, muted blood, dark magenta, muted blood, magenta-dark wine red, muted cream-sandy, and muted sandy grey. End ID

[gendernivata]

new tags!

since my old tags were a bit redundant and boring, i’ve decided to make new ones for my posts! here they are:

i rolled out the day the apples fell ; masonoodle speaks! 🌽

that sea was just a gambler at heart ; masonoodle coins! 🌙

everybody says that she's beautiful ; masonoodle rbs! 🌃

now we circle the sidewalks of this suitcase town ; masonoodle polls! 😴

heartbreak drives a big black car ; asks! 🍄

save a place for me up in the high country ; requests! ⛰

walking the sidewalks all covered in rain ; loved terms! ☔

just me and all of my plain jane glory ; promos! 🌷

dandelion wine for a year ; important/reminders/info! 🌼

i'm saving my coins up for jingling jane ; queued! 🌧️

i threw stones at the stars but the whole sky fell ; fresh post! 🌠

a bird’s eye view of san luis ; masonoodle’s personal favs! 🐦 (blog terms coined by myself)

you search the world for the milk of the pearl ; masonoodle loves this! 🦪

but i moonlight as an astronaut ; masonoodle makes other stuff! 🚀

all inside our amsterdam she hides ; royal gendies! 👑

all the countless days along the sea of blue ; food / foodic genders! 🍅

learned the language of the mockingbird ; genderstajon collection! 🦚

she’s still got infinity ahead of her ; ambedoric! 🌇

did you ever find the garden where the doves go to bathe? ; wisteric! 🌱

curls a smile when the sadness hits ; rosetoric! 🌹

cutting grass for gasoline so i can see you soon ; genderpraxis! 🌿

floating over the ocean blue ; invernoric! ❄️

i’ve circled this map till it caught on fire ; diavoloric! 🔥

coffee burns, the stomach churns ; redesigns / recoinings! ☕

foaming at the mouth ; halloween! 🎃

we’ll drink and dance like there’s no one there ; eduntic! 🍏

california called you queen ; spring! 🦋

summer sun won’t come ; summer! 🐚

fall swooned ; autumn! 🍂

did you ever get warm? ; winter! 🌲

[coldalbion]

I don’t believe in power

I don’t believe in power. Which is to say, all the things highlighted by the hermeneutics of power relations, oppression, dynamics etc? These exist, as far as it goes. But they way “power” is a catch-all term seems like a plaster/band-aid, shortcut. By naming as such, we create a definition of a thing to be had, or not had.

We’re all aware money is a a fiction, a series of agreements that means only what we allow it to mean as a society. Money is a fiction that is nevertheless capable of affecting the world. Same as other social constructs.

Power is another social construct, yes. But, and this is key, what happens if you entertain the idea of doing something, of getting things done, without power? Isn’t that in some sense tautological? After all, power is what gets things done, no?

So, if you have some sort of ability to do a thing, you are said to have power. It’s what it means. But if you remove power from your lexicon, your vocabulary, your conceptual framework, what then?

What lies under the convenient conceptual fig leaf of power but a roiling, writhing mass of multiplicity? It’s almost Lovecraftian in scope, but not in the Ligotti sense that we’re mere puppets convinced that the tangling of our strings is induced by some non-existent sense of self.

Rather, that it’s a pulsing, ever-touching mess of wyrms, where each wyrm blurs into every other. It’s a roaring cauldron filled with currents and flows that are indistinct, plastic and amorphous - a giant infinite profusion of shoggoths where entity-hood is as fluid as the most bizarre shapechangers that the human mind could ever conjure.

What relevance does this daemonic flux beneath the convenient handle of ‘power’ have? The key is that ‘power’ is just that, an attempt to grasp, to handle that which is always going to be defined by what and how we grasp. Which is to say, even the language I’m using evokes hands.

We’re habituated by language here - to have power, or not to have it:

have (v.)Old English habban "to own, possess; be subject to, experience," from Proto-Germanic *habejanan (source also of Old Norse hafa, Old Saxon hebbjan, Old Frisian habba, German haben, Gothic haban "to have"), from PIE root *kap- "to grasp." Not related to Latin habere, despite similarity in form and sense; the Latin cognate is capere "seize.Sense of "possess, have at one's disposal" (I have a book) is a shift from older languages, where the thing possessed was made the subject and the possessor took the dative case (as in Latin est mihi liber "I have a book," literally "there is to me a book"). Used as an auxiliary in Old English, too (especially to form present perfect tense); the word has taken on more functions over time; Modern English he had better would have been Old English him (dative) wære betere.To have to for "must" (1570s) is from sense of "possess as a duty or thing to be done" (Old English). Phrase have a nice day as a salutation after a commercial transaction attested by 1970, American English. Phrase have (noun), will (verb) is from 1954, originally from comedian Bob Hope, in the form Have tux, will travel; Hope described this as typical of vaudevillians' ads in "Variety," indicating a willingness and readiness to perform anywhere.

We talk about seizing power, taking power, having power.

power (n.)c. 1300, "ability; ability to act or do; strength, vigor, might," especially in battle; "efficacy; control, mastery, lordship, dominion; legal power or authority; authorization; military force, an army," from Anglo-French pouair, Old French povoir, noun use of the infinitive, "to be able," earlier podir (9c.), from Vulgar Latin *potere, from Latin potis "powerful" (from PIE root *poti- "powerful; lord").

Whatever some hypocritical ministers of government may say about it, power is the greatest of all pleasures. It seems to me that only love can beat it, and love is a happy illness that can't be picked up as easily as a Ministry. [Stendhal "de l'Amour," 1822] Meaning "one who has power" is late 14c. Meaning "specific ability or capacity" is from early 15c. Meaning "a state or nation with regard to international authority or influence" [OED] is from 1726. Used for "a large number of" from 1660s. Meaning "energy available for work is from 1727. Sense of "electrical supply" is from 1896.

The question then, is what, precisely, ability suggests?

able (adj.) "having sufficient power or means," early 14c., from Old French (h)able "capable; fitting, suitable; agile, nimble" (14c.), from Latin habilem, habilis "easily handled, apt," verbal adjective from habere "to hold" (from PIE root *ghabh- "to give or receive")."Easy to be held," hence "fit for a purpose." The silent h- was dropped in English and resisted academic attempts to restore it 16c.-17c. (see H), but some derivatives (such as habiliment, habilitate) acquired it via French.

Again, we have the habilitaton, the handle. Somewhere in this is a fundamental issue of control, of direction. Consider then, cybernetics - not in the general popular sense, but from whence it sprang:

cybernetics (n.)"theory or study of communication and control," coined 1948 by U.S. mathematician Norbert Wiener (1894-1964), with -ics + Latinized form of Greek kybernetes "steersman" (metaphorically "guide, governor"), from kybernan "to steer or pilot a ship, direct as a pilot," figuratively "to guide, govern," which is of uncertain origin. Beekes agrees that "the word has no cognates" and concludes "Foreign origin is probable." The construction is perhaps based on 1830s French cybernétique "the art of governing."

Yet, suppose for a second, we look at the way language shifts. Seizure these days is also used to describe a coming-upon that is disruptive to another system. Whether that be a medical seizure, or the so-called authorities seizing property, we see a disruptive impact - a restructuring of existence. Those, that, which is seized, is considered to be overpowered. They are under the power of another - subjected to their desires.

We are told that subjection is only achieveable through power. Even if an individual subjects themselves willing to another, there is power involved. The subject has desires the authority may grant, say. It is still a dynamic transfer flow between entities.

If we extract power from such an interaction, what then?

That the connection exists is undeniable - the interaction, the contact as it were, happens. But how that relationship is described is socially constructed and culturally defined. It is given an identity, a linguistic shape. which influences how it exists in the world.

This is not mere linguistic trickery. Rather, it is an habilitation, shaped in a way so as to fit the world. To make sense.

Which brings us back to seizure - to madness, to the Cosmic Horror.

“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. “ - HP Lovecraft.

Lovecraft was a racist, bigoted, xenophobe. Yet the above quote is indicative of the role of human culture in general terms. Things which maintain the island, keep it safe and structured. These are not bad things, but neither should they be free from critique. Such a structuring is the notion of power.

Suppose for a moment that say, seizure, is known, not via power or ability but affect? That ecstasy, madness, fury, are ontological continua of their own.

To use an analogy: That magic does things because it is magic, rather than it being any form of power.

Magical power is thus an oxymoron. If one can only describe things in terms of power, you are being governed, piloted, by those who say power is important and you should listen to them because they have it.

There are other ways.

[dunmerofskyrim]

59

The chamber was small and bare. Its domed ceiling arched down seamless to become walls, all daubed in toolmarked pearl-grey plaster. At Simra’s back the door was closed. A retainer stood by it, breathing heavy through the gilled blank face of his helmet. In one hand, a lacquered wood scrollcase. His other dandled the hilt of a shortsword, sheathed where it hung at his belt.

Ahead a screen spanned off half the room. Stretched silk on a black iron frame, embroidered with sinuous curls of thread and precise-dyed snarls of mute colour. Cyan, russet, dragonfly-green, on a field of parchment yellow. But the stitching was not simple needlework, unders and overs. It was hatched and knotty somehow. Frowning and craning his neck to it, Simra realised that every measure of the work was sigils and signs, letters and symbols, compounding to make up the pattern.

There’d been silence ever since he entered. An age ago that seemed now. The moments stretched out the way thick and tedious quiet stretches time on into infinity, everyone waiting for it to end. Just the raspy-breathing guard, and sounds from behind the screen. The sounds were of lips and teeth. A gutter-deep slurp of soup or tea; the clatter of clay and thick glass. Not eating but feasting.

That was Ulessen, hidden but heard. So much for hospitality, Simra thought, anger and envy tumbling like dice in his mind. He’d had more ceremony from petty kinlords in backwater holdings, or as a guest of the Weeping-Clouds at their hall in the Rift. Mistress Ulessen made no shows of power or station. It was enough that she had the Tel; that she ate while he went empty, and the island outside the Tel scraped and starved.

The Mouth jerked up. Simra shuffled back a step, reweighting his stance at the suddenness of it. Then the Mouth’s body went tight, like a sail filling sudden with wind. His shoulders slackened down and his mouth hung wide. Black teeth, black tongue, shining like wet ink.

“Still an ender, are you not?��� The voice was blunt and raw with its words. Gone the veneer and windy formality of the Mouth himself when they’d spoken before by the sea. Its tone was twofold. Female bled through the male like an echo, ancient and rasping and dry. Ulessen, cutting straight to the matter of things. “Certainly you are, else you needs must have starved, ha? How else would a one such as you stay fed save murder?”

The Mouth’s jaw moved puppetish now, in spasms and clatters of teeth. Was she watching through his veiled eyes, or somehow from behind the screen? Could she see him at all, Simra wondered. He dared a glance at the screen, half-expecting to feel eyes meeting his.

“Look at me when I speak!” Mistress Ulessen said. The Mouth hunched and swayed with the force of it. “Would you be so good as to look?”

Simra’s teeth grit as he forced a smile. Looked back to the Mouth, quick as flinching. “Kena Ulessen . . ?” he simpered. But words boiled behind his brow. He had been looking at her, till she told him look away. Not at the body she wore so she could speak with her mouth full. At her, behind her blighted screen. “Please,” he said. “You have my whole attention.”

“Ha! Courtesy, and yet I ought to have expected none. Do we teach the nix to read and expect it to stack our books? No, it is a tool set in its purpose. Such a thing are you, ha? Am I wrong?”

Simra’s tight smile broke and his mouth opened again to answer.

“Do not tell me if I am! I shall not be told, in mine own tower, and by such as you, ‘Mistress Ulessen, you are mistaken.’ By such as you . . . A broken instrument. Only leave, ha? I shall have no use of you then.”

The echo became a shriek behind the Mouth’s even tones. A shudder went through it as Simra watched, like the body’s buried soul trying to break through the will that had smothered it.

Simra breathed deep through his nose. Cool air, dry as bones and so clean it tasted barren. Only some malten earthy scent from behind the screen. A sourness too, like sweat. His or hers, he wondered. Felt a drop itch cold down his spine. He forced himself to look at the Mouth, counting and cataloguing to calm himself, his temper and nerves. Yesterday, the Mouth’s headdress had sparred out to either side and dripped with strings of beads. Today’s was a wrapped hood of stiff burnt-orange that rose to a layered peak. A halo of brass wires spread from its sides, like the splay of quills in a bird’s fanned tail, coiling and testing the air like antenna. But the veil of knotty lace that covered the whole of his face, all but his moving lips — that was still the same. Simra found himself searching out the eyes behind it.

“May I please speak?” he asked, head bowed.

“That is what I asked, did I not? Do I speak to a dolt? A total lackwit, ha?”

One more laugh like that and he swore he would scream. He was starting to hate it, deep and keen as if he’d hated it all his life. One coughing syllable, inane as barking; marking questions and wanting answers to none. He chewed the inside of his cheek till he felt it almost give between his teeth. “What use is it you’d make of me?”

“There is someone I would have killed.”

Simra didn’t know what else he’d expected. Something stranger perhaps. The curiosity he’d brought with him came back. A small spur of it, buried till now in disquiet, twitched his eyes wide and back up. “Something so simple? I’d’ve thought . . .”

“Speak. Why do you stop? Speak!”

“It’s nothing, kena. Only . . . If it’s someone’s death you want, I’m sure you’ve got simpler ways. Your power, your influence . . .”

“Would you deny me!?” Another shriek from somewhere beyond the Mouth’s slack throat. A hiss that came from the air, like something on the brink of boiling. “Would you tell me I am mistaken? You dare!”

“Only way I can think you’d need help is if the – ah – the object of your attentions is past your reach.” Simra spoke so fast his breath ran short. A knot had formed painful under his jaw, heart throwing itself at his ribs. “Which case, I’m sure I’m no use to—”

“I am no fool, child! I have played this game since you were a grub, an egg, a spurt of filth. Any fool old wizard may see a problem, turn first to magic to solve it today and spawn six more problems for tomorrow. But I . . . am . . . no fool! I use what tools are in my hands, however crude. That is, if they are fit to purpose.”

Eyes, face, neck, shoulders; piece by piece Simra had gone into a bow. Cowering. And in front of a glorified curtain, a slackjawed upjumped steward who let his self go silent and his body be ridden for a bare scrap of station and an array of stupid hats. Pathetic, he thought. You’re at least as good as him, just selling a different part of yourself. Least you keep yourself your own. Not occupied, not owned, invaded. Simra made himself straighten.

“Commission work, then? Alright, alright.” His deference slipped; it was getting him nowhere. Little to lose if the words were his own now. House Dunmeris, low and colourful, lifted from the streets and canals of Narsis and studded with glittering anomalies stolen from books and sermons and lawtracts. “I’m not saying I won’t do it. Not saying you’re a fool either. Let the record show. Don’t get to be where you are, who you are, and stay a fool for long — right? You know your work, I know mine, and commission work comes with terms. Mutual guarantees, in writing, of good behaviour, good results. Right? Point the first. You tell me who, where, and what to expect. I don’t go in blind or lied to. Turns out you obfuscated, left out some sharp little detail, deal’s off at my discretion and any contract we had? Void. Point two, I name a price. Negotiable, but I name it. Three: half that fee up front, rest on completion. I scribe us a writ on receipt, go on my way, and ghosts be good you get a corpse a little while later. Suit you?”

A hacking wheeze came from the Mouth’s open throat. Laughter. A hard thing to translate from one body to another without losing something on the way. “You are already paid in full. A debt, ha?”

Simra blinked long and hard. His eyes came open scowling, frowning, confusion and fear. “Might be I’m mistaken. Might be you’ll tell me different, but . . . there’s no debt. Not to your House. Not to you, that’s for surety.” His lip curled, showing teeth. “What I owed, I paid.”

“Wrong! Quite wrong! Payment, terms of payment, quite generous terms of payment you were offered for what you bought. And –” the Mouth drawled where Ulessen’s voice cooed through him “– the small matter of a favour. One day, or perhaps never, a favour would be asked of you, ha? The rest you bought for coin. Those were your terms.”

Simra’s gut fell. Lungs stiff and cold. “Yeah . . .” The nails of his right hand cut crescents into the palm as it knuckled into a fist, cradled and hidden in his tight-crossed arms. “But what I bought? I didn’t buy it from you.” He’d tried for doubt and defiance, but the words came out as a plea.

“No. No no, but I bought the part unpaid. The writwork.”

At her order, the retainer stepped smart forwards and uncapped his scrollcase. He thrust out a hand at Simra, holding a narrow ribbon of paper, spidered with ink. Simra didn’t need to read it. He recognised the seal of yellow-white wax, even the ragged signature. His own was marked next to it.

The Mouth’s lips peeled open, teeth shut and bared like a black gate closing. The wrapped head lolled forward, like a weight was on it, pressing down, just more than it could bear. “I have the writwork. I have the seal and sworn word of that petty Sadrith Mora bonegardener you hired. Perhaps you would like to know, she sold it for a pittance. I say again, I own your favour, ha? Your hand is mine and will do as it’s bid. Am I wrong?”

Simra made blank his face. Muscles twitched hidden inside his scarred mouth and his backteeth met and wrestled. “I’m free after that?” he said. “All debt’s paid off?”

The Mouth’s head jerked up, then drooped into a clumsy nod.

“Then tell me who and where.” Simra bared his teeth, about to kiss them. He thought better of it. “And tell me who I talk to about that writ.”

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Feraldogcoric

A -coric term with feral dog core that includes ferality over morality, primal instincts and desires, canine poetry, and often violent and aggressive dog imagery.

ID/a rectangular flag of 9 even horizontal stripes where the colors go from top to bottom as black, dark blue, light burnt orange, and burnt orange and mirrored./end ID

If this exists already, genuinely think of it as an alternative flag then! I couldn't find anything related to the feral dog core myself.

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@radiomogai

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self indulgent Identity terms. made with alterhumans in mind but anyone who resonates with it may use any of them. no flags available for now, low spoons.

Eternity related terms

Eternis; A term for someone whose identity feels like it's in a state of eternity for any reason. | eter + -nis

Eteritanum; A term for someone whose identity feels like it's from eternity. | Eter + -itanum

Etercide; A term where one feels like their identity has been killed by eternity in some way possible. | Eter + -cide

Eteroides; A term for someone whose identity feels like or does resemble eternity in itself. | eter + -oides

Abyss related terms

Abiscide; A term where one feels like their identity has been killed by the abyss in some way possible. | Abis + -cide

Abisnys; A term for someone whose identity feels like it's in a state of abyss for any reason. | Abis + -nys

Abisitanum; A term for someone whose identity feels like it's from the abyss. | Abis + -Itanum

Abisoides; A term for someone whose identity feels like it or does resemble the abyss in itself. | Abis + -oides

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Loverooted

A rooted term where one's identity feels like it's rooted to love in some way.

Love + rooted

Coined by the eternity aka Primuscapere

ID. A rectangular flag with constricting diamonds, the colors go from innermost to outermost as pink, dark pink, dark red, wine red, dark wine red, and blood red. End ID

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Crypthrilessic

A term related to cryptidcore, being reckless, having little to no rule of doing and just going with it, enjoying the thrill of surviving while documenting paranormal activity and creatures of all kinds from different planes of existence!

Crypt + ril + ess + ic

ID/a rectangular flag of 9 even horizontal stripes, the colors go from top to bottom as dark blue, dark green-blue, dark green, green, black, green, dark green, dark green-blue, and dark blue./end ID

It was a coin fight coining for @voidcoining that we didn't get out in time, I'm tagging you here for it now lemme know if you want to be untagged! :3

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@radiomogai

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More Mspec combo flags, Mspec Omni time. Omni flag's used as a base here.

Pan omni / ply omni

Bi omni / abro omni

Flag ID. Pan Omni; a rectangular flag of 5 even horizontal stripes, the colors go from top to bottom as pale orange, greyish hot pink, greyish dark blue, greyish blue, and greyish violet.

Ply Omni; a rectangular flag of 5 even horizontal stripes, the colors go from top to bottom as pale pink, pale reddish purple, dark blueish purple, greyish violet purple, and greyish teal.

Bi Omni; a rectangular flag of 5 even horizontal stripes, the colors go from top to bottom as pale magenta, greyish lilac purple, eggplant, lilacish marine blue, and deep blue.

Abro Omni; a rectangular flag of 5 even horizontal stripes, the colors go from top to bottom as light pink, pink, dark plum purple, light lilacish grey, and grey slate. End ID

TS. This post has no ID! (However) please check the DNI or at least the BYF of the blog before further interacting with the holder! You may find something that puts me on your DNI, and well we all know DNIs are two way paths. TS

Tags; @radiomogai, @orientation-archive

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Omni gay alt flag

Mixing around again, I used the basic omni flag and this(link) gay flag to create an alternative Omni gay flag.

ID. A rectangular flag of 9 uneven horizontal stripes, where the sizes go from top to bottom as small, two big, medium, small, medium, two big, and one small. The colors go from top to bottom as pastel orange, light pink, plum, warm medium purple, eggplant, cool medium purple, faded violet, sky blue, and light blue. End ID

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Coinfight; Spacgyvastic

A term related to floating in space, watching the planets and galaxies surround you. Feeling the coldness crawl under deep within you as you feel the vast energy of the cosmos within, as a part of you.

Space + gy + vastic

Second day attack! Last point count; 15. Attack on @queerliom ! A gender term. Current point count; 20!

Tagging host! – @kiruliom

ID. A rectangular flag of 9 even horizontal stripes and a black center circle. The colors go from top to bottom as dark plum, medium plum, light plum, reddish plum, muted pinkish magenta, dark muted pinkish magenta, cool plum, cool medium plum, and eggplant. End ID

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› merienkelic

A gender that may or may not feel like femine in nature and be related to sharks; especially to different / all / one type of angelfishes and how they go about their life, the association of feminity in an angel's way, or how a female shark could show the feminity in it's nature. A gender that feels FIN and connected / related to angels, sharks and especially to angelsharks. // We aren't talking about biblical / religion in general related angels btw.

› merienkeli + ic (merienkeli aka Angelshark in the Finnish language)

@radiomogai

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Maliciwhumperic

A Whumpergender term connected to the whumper being malicious in some way. A term that can be experience properly only from the side of a malicious whumper.

Malicious + whumper + ic

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Medic-related terms + flags.

Medictitleic; a gender term related to the title of medic in any way possible! / medic + title + ic

ID/two rectangular flags of 5 even horizontal stripes. Colors from top to center are dark jade, muted jade, muted cyan and then mirrored. First has the handwritten word reading "medic" and the second is blank!/end ID

Medicgender/gendermedic; A gender term that is the entirety of being specifically a medic of some kind!

ID/a rectangular flag of 9 even horizontal stripes. The colors go from top to center as light grey, muted blue, muted light blue, cyan, green and are mirrored./end ID

Combat/linemedica; a gender term that is related to being a combat/line medic of some kind!

ID/a rectangular flag of 9 even horizontal stripes. The colors go from top to center as dark purple-brown, warm brown, dark teal, muted cyan, jade green and are mirrored./end ID

Zombymedic; a gender term that is related to being a zombie and a medic of some kind!

ID/a rectangular flag of 9 even horizontal stripes. The colors go from top to center as light grey, muted forest green, soft forest green, muted red, and dark green and are mirrored./end ID

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Old flags part 3/3, I found from phone storage that were on my previous coining blog winterscreatyre. Idk if anybody saw them or if it was the time the blog was shadow banned for whatever reason??

Dino plushies. :) I don't remember the names of the terms anymore:(

ID; A flag with 5 even horizontal stripes. Colors go in a gradient of dark gold-ish brown to white to stone brown.

A flag with 5 even horizontal stripes. Colors go from top to bottom as gradient green to white to greenish grey.

A flag with 5 even horizontal stripes. The colors go from top to bottom as a gradient dark teal to white to blue-ish grey.

A flag with 5 even horizontal stripes. The colors go from top to bottom as a gradient dark red to white to dark brown./end ID

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ID/a rectangular flag of 7 even horizontal stripes. The color go from top to bottom in a gradient brown to purple, white, and purple to teal./end ID

Omnigender, lesbian combo flag of mine I made a long time ago on a now deleted blog.

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