#gynaiko

[botanikos]

😁💻

😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc?

Making new friends and, of course, writing! I've met some really incredible people, and I just think that's the neatest part!

💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them!

I've known @bigdicblitzo & @thepalesiren so long, they'd probably hunt me down if I don't mention them! I've made a lot of new friends, to be honest. I'm too shy/nervous to tag them and find out the feeling might be unrequited, haha! But to name a few I feel I might be safe mentioning. . . . @gynaiko @bliitzo @lustsang @poisonedspider @blitzisms @doublejango @holyfurnace @chasingrainbcws @redemonarc @aroyaltailor @rradiio @stolsas OKAY THAT'S SO MANY and that's where my semi-confidence ends. ajsdkflg; There are people I still talk to/interact with but I don't wanna cross a line and say we might be friends ;v; BUT I HAVE A LOT OF PEOPLE I LOOK AT AND TALK TO AND SWOON OVER OKAY THANKS.

[gethellbcnt]

@gynaiko / cont.!

Desparation leads to many regrettable choices, and the one that Collin regrets most, right here, right now? Was believing that this lady didn't have ulterior motives when she granted him a shred of kindness. He should've known better than to trust a hellion of any sort.

❝ i-i, uhm, i can do organizing- i'm good at math! i'm a fa-fast flyer, so i can do quick snack runs! uh, um-- ❞ He's frantic in counting off on his hoof-like digits, trying to find reasons -- and later, hopefully, an escape -- to avoid Loona's maw of razor-sharp teeth. Or worse, a surprise attack from her AND that gaggle of miscreants.

If it wasn' abundantly clear, he doesn't know trading favors for favors don't work like contracts do.

[hellcrwn]

➤ ˚☽˚.⋆ ⋮ "you're still as ugly as ever." From Lute/Eve? :> ) : ( @gynaiko ) ๋࣭

'   And   you....are   still   not   important   enough   to   remember,   sorry.'   Lilith   said   truly   not   able   to   remember   this...angel??   was   that   who   this   person   was?

[pridetempt]

meme tag | always accepting

“That was incredible. It was musical, poetic, really.“ / from Lute @gynaiko ( she's being sarcastic sdkfldsf )

❝ i know you're trying to be mean to me right now , but it really was so , thank you. that's so nice of you to say , darling. ❞ puh-lease. as if one of heaven's finest ( ha! ) could out mean the devil.

[stadam]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐒, STARTER CALL. — to execute judgment upon all, and to convince all that are ungodly among them of all their ungodly deeds which they have ungodly committed, and of all their hard speeches which ungodly sinners have spoken against 𝐇𝐢𝐦. ❜

⅋. ARCHETYPE OF HOLY, SPILLED BLOOD TURNS TO VOTIVE. halo gleams, blest, even as armour is stained carnelian. it is simply necessary, this yearly crusade, and the trip back upstairs is usually backed by a ceremonious upheaval, skies rejoicing with the triumphant return of their soldiers (...) this time around, there's a dull, tense note in the air. adam's helmet, now tucked beneath one arm, is dented from the tussle with the audacious, infernal whelp that had dared take up arms against divine command. it's a once-in-a-century spectacle ; he can't remember the last time a sinner had fought back. not that it had been impressive, but he would've handled it easily enough, had his lieutenant not intervened. ❝ fuck, lute! you wanna tell me what that little stunt back there was about, or should i start guessing? ❞ the commander addresses her first thing when they step inside the gate. his irritation is palpable as he grasps @gynaiko's upper arm to keep her from weaseling out of his sight. droplets of ichor seem to stain her pressed uniform, spilling down unto his gloved hand where he's holding her steady. brow arches, ❝ when i say stay in formation, i don’t mean jump in front of me and get yourself stabbed. ❞

[starsaught]

"What are you doing out here past your bedtime?" / From Stella @gynaiko

In the dead of night ; when sleep was naught but a distant thought. Octavia spent too many minutes tossing & turning in the cocoon of blankets, a fruitless effort for sleep to pay the fledgling a visit.

It never came.

The temptation to call upon her parents ; to feel their comfort, the warmth provided by flush feathers. A lullaby had always been an easy ticket in getting sleep to claim her ; but Octavia knew better. Complaints of being coddled prevented her, it was unbecoming.

Unable to withstand staring at the ceiling much longer, Octavia climbed out of her bed, little feet carrying her to the door. No true destination in thought ; anything was better than remaining cooped up in her bedroom with no purpose.

Silence met her in the hallway, signifying her guardians were either asleep themselves or elsewhere entirely in the palace. It was the perfect opportunity for a child to wander unsupervised ; making her way down the hallway in careful steps, an attempt to remain quiet as possible.

' What are you doing out here past your bedtime? '

Caught!

Frozen, almost afraid to turn around & meet her mother's all-knowing scorn bearing down upon her. The shadow encasing her own much larger & demanding of respect ; Octavia could never defy the unspoken request. ( was it a request if it were expected? ) Slowly, her head turned a full rotation to stare upon the woman who almost did not deserve the title of mother, eyes wide in childhood innocence ( underlining fear ; it was no secret. )

❝ I -- couldn't sleep. I was just..❞ Whatever lies the child could conjure died upon her tongue. Nothing she said would be good enough.

@gynaiko

[catfcng]

“Those are cute little knives.” / from Lady on over @gynaiko

⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ॱ⋅.˳ "Cute?" He blushes bashfully. "Ma, these are used on the job. They're not cute." They're lethal. Deadly. But he doesn't want to say that in fears of concerning her.

[botanikos]

speaking of Stella. . . Not thoughts, head empty, just @gynaiko 's Stella ♡

[arachnaemboss]

‘ i think that i’m still human. ’ / from Carmilla on over @gynaiko!

lyric starters!

  TO FIND AN END to the most cycloidal of states of mind could be much a sisyphean task, in this one perpetual wink. What was a sinner, if not a human, yet not one at the very same time? Remnants of who one once was, mixed thoroughly with a creature execrable ( deserving not of enlightment, divinity & eternal rest )! Tainted and soaked to the marrow, corrupted and corroding through the eons until nothing was left of the babe long ago born PURE on Earth. Her statement a simple one, yet one not lacking of its complexity from deep within ( through the crevices could zestial find understanding... ), thus did lower pair of eyes open akin top row, bespeckled gaze landing upon her form.

  “Be that something which BOTHERS you, my friend?” A clink of porcelain punctuated a query, as cup was gently set down. Brows knit but slightly in concern! “Denyeth not thine roots —- through the years have I found that should a demon e'er forget one's humanity, so would find'st their minds instability and certain doom.” Their vices all but free, and a growing strength which FOLLOWED, but at what unavoidable cost could it come, if not madness? “Are you all right?”

[pridetempt]

@gynaiko continued.

yeah , yeah , yeah. lucifer the devil , the reason man fell from grace —-- oh , he's the worst being in all of creation because he sabotaged humanity's paradise for his own selfish reasons. blah, blah, blah. after however many years of hearing the same tale mindlessly repeated over and over again... that story is so tired and worn out that the fallen angel barely pays it any mind. ( it's like , geeze , get some new material , would ya ? )

❝ wait. ❞ that last part's new. ❝ that's what you're so mad about ? that i left you ? ❞ he can't help it. lucifer laughs. a hearty , wheezing kind of laugh that has his head falling back and a hand clutching at his stomach. HA ! she makes it all sound so simple , so calculated. ( if only ) ❝ ha ha ʰᵃᵃ𝖺𝖺ₐₐₐₐₕ , i'm sorry. --— no no, you're right. i was in hell because that's what being cast down means. heaven said fuck you and locked me in a shit hole with every other damned thing in creation. ❞ it was chaos and anger and agony incarnate ; a dark existence that took in a wounded angel and spat out an enraged demon.

❝ eve , they wouldn't let me come back. they wouldn't let me near you —-- either of you.  ❞ he doesn't specify who they is. she should know. ❝ if you wanna blame someone for being left alone after eden , look up. ❞

[stadam]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋: AND LUTE SAID, COME, WHY ARE YOU HOLDING BACK? ( get your shit together adam fdjhkdasf )

⅋. IN THIS, HEAVEN BECOMES THE CITY OF PERJURY. with the court session adjourned, he'd been left to deal with consequences ; the hellspawn left him irked, and with sera tearing into him afterward, adam was simply in a foul mood. evidently ( ... ) because he'd allowed @gynaiko to disarm him during their sparring match, with none too much effort! he does take this shit seriously, most days, discipline is a fundamental virtue he upholds with his troops. ( MOST DAYS, IT'S ALL THAT GOES FOR ENTERTAINMENT TO DULL THE BOREDOM OF PARADISE, AND STAVE OFF HIS HUNGER FOR BATTLE. MOST DAYS, THE STENCH OF INFERNAL GORE STAINING HIS VERY SOUL FEELS OUT OF PLACE AMID EMPYREAN HALLS, ARMOUR TOO SHARP ) his focus is elsewhere, his drive not sharpened to its usual standard. if anyone else but lute had dared call him out on it, his sword would've been nestled between their ribs before the sentence was through. alas, he lets the criticism slide, bemused huff torn from throat,

❝ uh — you're welcome. ❞ tone is tinged metallic, a strong echo reverberating behind the veil of his helm, deep as a pipe organ, but far less solemn. the commander is sprawled like a lion, no less proud, despite that she'd knocked him down. propped up on elbows, golden wings draped about with none too much concern. he cants his head. beneath the mask, he's flashing her a grin, ❝ just giving you a fighting chance. i was letting you show off here, y’know... but if you insist, ❞

standing then, sword is twirled lazily as he stretches to his full height, ❝ don't say i didn't warn you. ❞

[the-kittyphiles]

- Gyneneophilia -

The paraphilic attraction to women/girls younger than oneself.

This is the opposite to the term gynepalphilia.

“Gyne-“ coming from the Greek word for women (gynaikos) and “-neo” coming from the Latin word for younger (neóteros)

Free to use/repost without credit for anyone EXCEPT pro-contact big three paras.

[ID: Two identical flags with five stripes, each stripe being a different shade of pink. However, the second flag has the symbol for female in the centre. END ID]

[cisthoughtcrime]

alright i'm asking this to you because you're like. one of the #1 radfems on this website. how is "gyn" pronounced? is the G pronounced like the G in vagina, or like the G in gynecologist? because like, what if i meet a super cool radfem in real life and mispronounce it and embarrass myself? how could i ever survive that? if i embarrassed myself by mispronouncing a word in front of a beautiful woman i think i would explode and die.

humbly, I believe "gyn" is pronounced as in "gynecology".

with a Y, gyn is from the Greek γυνή (gyne) / γῠναικός (gynaikos), which means "woman". the g sound here is the same as the g in girl, NOT the g in giraffe.

while gyn with a Y is Greek (the Y is the transliteration of υ or upsilon), vagina with an I is directly from the Latin word for "sheath" or "scabbard". technically, the Latin would also be pronounced as vuh-GYE-nuh rather than vuh-JYE-nuh, but it's pretty regular for English to put J sounds into Latin words.

TLDR: "gyn" with a Y is the same root as in "gynecologist" and is completely unrelated to the "gin" with an I in "vagina". I pronounce it as G not J, as in "hey, guys" but with an N: "hey, gyns."

[motheress]

"You're running your mouth, it's wearing me down." / from Loona on @gynaiko for Millie!

〞WELL    PARDON    ME    FOR    HAVIN’    proper    manners  ! when    ya    ask    the    damn    question  ,    i’m    gonna    fuckin'    ANSWER  . . .  !〝

[catfcng]

“I said I’d play, didn’t say fair.” / to Moxxie from Loona over at @gynaiko

⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ॱ⋅.˳ There's a low irritated growl. He tries to temper his mood though with a sip to his mug of coffee. What a way to start the day. "I should have known." Returned back dryly and disappointed. "Can you bother someone else? It's too early." A beat. "Not any clients that may come in though."

[botanikos]

🌿 from Stella @gynaiko

🌿

SHE IS LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE — ENERGY THAT HUMS IN YOUR BONES, RAISING FEATHERS, SENDING YOUR HEART INTO FRENZY. . . Though he was certain no one would notice, Stolas feels the weight of something oppressive watching him. Simultaneously, there is a strange TUG towards danger towards familiarity and expectation. She would never see it coming. Does he dare initiate such a dance? She was a formidable opponent in every manner — would he survive the overstepping of this boundary? He could swipe it under the easy pretense of keeping up appearances.

Stolas' luminous gaze settles on Stella with the weight of a doomed narrative. There is a plucky part of him eager to witness her surprise, undoing that perfect and beautiful, prideful composure she carries herself with. With theatrical sweeping of cape, Stolas takes one of Stella's hands and tugs her close. A gloved digit presses gently beneath her beak, tipping her head towards the culprit: that blasted parasitic plant — mistletoe. "Tradition calls for payment, wife." He kisses her with a tenderness he cannot decipher; is it out of fear, or the lingering attempts at normalcy? Or perhaps he wanted to offer the opportunity for retaliation or objection, should she seize the opportunity. Stolas does not hold her hostage for long. The moment the action is performed, he releases her to her freedom.