#unfatho

[radiomogai]

pasting what's under the cut for archival purposes

What is unfathominac?

Unfathominac is a term that regroups any unfatho- genders and such where one wishes to have some kind of body, presentation or gender without actually having it and for whatever reasons, it is unfathomable for one within their head.

Unfathominac individuals are unable to explore x part of themselves. It is there, but unreachable to them. It's like this part of their gender is deep down there, they know what it is, but can't quite grasp it. This doesn't mean you can't call yourself x gender only because it seems murky and unexplored!

This term isn't really a xenogender, it is separate from xenogenders, although someone who uses the term could consider it as a xenogender.

Unfathic is its alignment, like xenic! UNFIN (unfathominac in nature) is also a term that can be used aswell.

Unfathominac could also be used as a modifier, for example, if one has a part of gender they cannot reach, a part that is unfathomable, ie being a girl they might call themselves "unfathogirl" or "unfathic girl"!

It is important to note unfathominac has nothing to do with agab at all and being unfathominac also does not always make you trans!

Suffix & prefix meanings

Unfatho - from unfathomable

Inac - from inaccessible

˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖

Some terms!

⸝：Unfathominac: umbrella

⸝：Unfathocor(pus):

term when one wishes / has x body but for some reasons this part of themselves is unexplored and impossible to reach: it is unfathomable for them within their head, they are unable to explore it.

⸝：Unfathoge(nus):

term when one wishes / has x gender but for some reasons this part of themselves is unexplored and impossible to reach: it is unfathomable for them within their head, they are unable to explore it.

Check these out! (☆)

˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖

Flag template! - not flag of the term, only a template used for x label based on this term! ^_^

˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖

UNFATHOMINAC - MASTERPOST!

Note! This post will be updated frequently with new terms && better explanations! Thankyou

˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖

What is unfathominac?

Unfathominac is a term that regroups any unfatho- genders and such where one wishes to have some kind of body, presentation or gender without actually having it and for whatever reasons, it is unfathomable for one within their head.

Unfathominac individuals are unable to explore x part of themselves. It is there, but unreachable to them. It's like this part of their gender is deep down there, they know what it is, but can't quite grasp it. This doesn't mean you can't call yourself x gender only because it seems murky and unexplored!

This term isn't really a xenogender, it is separate from xenogenders, although someone who uses the term could consider it as a xenogender.

Unfathic is its alignment, like xenic! UNFIN (unfathominac in nature) is also a term that can be used aswell.

Unfathominac could also be used as a modifier, for example, if one has a part of gender they cannot reach, a part that is unfathomable, ie being a girl they might call themselves "unfathogirl" or "unfathic girl"!

It is important to note unfathominac has nothing to do with agab at all and being unfathominac also does not always make you trans!

Suffix & prefix meanings

Unfatho - from unfathomable

Inac - from inaccessible

˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖

Some terms!

⸝：Unfathominac: umbrella

⸝：Unfathocor(pus):

term when one wishes / has x body but for some reasons this part of themselves is unexplored and impossible to reach: it is unfathomable for them within their head, they are unable to explore it.

⸝：Unfathoge(nus):

term when one wishes / has x gender but for some reasons this part of themselves is unexplored and impossible to reach: it is unfathomable for them within their head, they are unable to explore it.

Check these out! (☆)

˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖

Flag template! - not flag of the term, only a template used for x label based on this term! ^_^

˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖

[thevermingod]

Been thinking about the fact that I wanted to be a psychologist when I was younger because I liked understanding people but knew it would be a hell of a ride and way too hard college wise so I choose art.

But now im in a sociology class and my brains like "Shit this shit is easy. why did i gave up on this again??"

[conceptofjoy]

id let butch bro do unfatho- *sound of door breaking down* what the fuck? *tge italian vatican's raid force take me down and drag me away kicking and screaming*

[bryceslahela]

People that hate June... is it so unfathoable that there are many cases where white and/or male characters are admired for being dark, moody, cutthroat or rude but POC and women are hated for it? It isn’t about whether June is morally questionable, that’s a different topic, it’s about whether or not she’s getting hate she wouldn’t be getting if she looked like someone else.

exactly!!! like you and i both know that if june was a somewhat attractive white man..... she would be treated SOOO much better by the fandon. people want to be like ‘yeah but she’s bad!’ and then turn around and stan beckett, ethan and etc. like???

[arcanepactguile]

Frantic thoughts scattering all over the place, every which way, Alastor's practical frame of mind was assuredly out of sorts. His own innate rationality demanded defusing the very awkward, embarrassing circumstances. Set upon unexpectedly, from two directions — the monster, and the spider demon; it suddenly occured to the Radio Demon that Angel Dust’s reactions… belied the fact he had seen more than what Alastor hsd assumed was the case.

Inviting him in, Alastor had thought Angel couldn't actually see anything. Sure, he’d figured that the porn star had recognised this was a private affair, a nighttime fantasy where a vivid imagination had gone astray, spiralling out of control… The old vision burning brightly in his mind’s eye, the groggy buck's mental reflexes were impaired by the sensual friction relentlessly kneading his throbbing passage, the slick underscoring the obscene motions loudly as if the deer demon's reputation needed another coat of ribald paint, the hidden sexual part of his life kept close to the chest until tomorrow morning.

Clinging to Angel's promises because the alternative wasn't any better, the overwhelming problem had to be resolved, without further scarring anguish.

Distracted, Alastor hadn't figured out why his friend's body language and tone were the way they are, the sheepish attitude and embarrassed stuttering, the hesitations. Tightening his grip on the tentacle mass encircling his torso, inclining his head to regard Angel's advancing shadowed figure with rising alarm, the revelation he had not just been made aware of the hotelier’s lewd avocation but had SEEN for himself the Overlord indeed getting fucked by a tentacle — Alastor's misunderstanding had made things even worse than they were mere seconds ago.

Forgetting about the porn star's impressive height difference, the rumpled bedding revealing Alastor's fondness for sleeping naked, it meant the tentacle buried inside him was conspicuously in full view. A flagrant disregard for upholding dignity, the tentacles were apt to ignore other factors like clothing and scenery — other participants, as well. The blankets thrown back, in spite of the bayou on the other side of the room, the tentacle nestled between his asscheeks was obviously inside, not wriggled underneath his junk, evidently undeterred by Angel Dust's approach.

The reddened blush simultaneously paled into a blanched plethora of humiliation, confusion, and fear, Alastor simply wanted to disappear. Immediately. As gruesomely as possible.

Ears flattening, sinking lower behind the embraced tendrils, Alastor's distraught eyes were barely seen above the knot of limbs. He had supposed the spider’s vision was limited, and thusly the Radio Demon's erotic dreamlike play was merely mundane masturbation; a …tentaclejob, or humping… Not… gettiing fucked BY the monster, and certainly not when in deepest slumber. The Radio Demon hadn't given due consideration to the uncovered eyeful of the tentacle’s unearthed lust, manifested in it's ceaseless undulation, feeding off the stag Overlord's pulsing prostate: his arousal radiating to encompass his stiffened cock, and tight sac.

Sufficiently explicit, although an ordeal the Radio Demon would give his right arm for, to erase from history, and what’s more…

The blasted tentacle was undoubtedly, positively, getting more excited over this random plight the two demons found themselves confronting, equally mortified. The exposed bulk of the main tentacle had raised itself higher, bent double sharply, and was pumping in shallower strokes, the suckers inside producing a marvellous (in other times) friction all round the aroused buck's inner entrance.

Listening to his intruder’s ramblings, aghast, Alastor couldn't articulate an intelligent answer. Finding it harder, regulating his ragged panting, Alastor was restless, imploring the Overseer tentacle wordlessly to cease and desist, stop this madness. The implications of inviting the spider over, closer, was unfathomable, mistaking Angel's sheepish attitude for a subverted reaction to self-pleasure and not penetration.

What the FUCK… was he thinking, and why hadn't he had called for the only help available?

The Radio Demon already knew the answer; his mirror Shadow knew better than to meddle in It's master’s predicament, keen to stay out of the messy situation. Preoccupied elsewhere under the pretense of lending the Overlord privacy, the Shadow was probably better off avoiding further drama.

Groaning quietly, the stricken buck arching his back, motioned towards Angel with a stiffened hand, gesturing for him to either back up a step, OR turn around. Pressing his burning hot face into the tentacles in abashment, the Radio Demon's rasped riposte came out strained, higher pitched than intended.

“Y-yes, that’s… ah, t-the… best… Do NOT-!” he pleaded, admittedly a desperate act below his usual decorum, this was a total clusterfuck, theatrics better suited for another one of Angel Dust's sordid films or webisodes — “P-please, d-don’t… go — A̷H̷!̷ ♡"

The Radio Demon's last outburst came on out of nowhere, the startled cry in unison with the deer demon's body simultaneously locking up, shoulders rigid and his tail wagging frantically. Whereupon the Overlord was trying to dodge Angel's confession, the tentacles’ shared hivemind had drawn their own conclusions.

Given that the porn star had been sidling closer, at the same time sneaking glances at the exit wilfully discounted, the tentacles had deduced that their Master was asking Angel to not go AWAY, instead of not go any CLOSER.

The absently stroking tendril between Alastor's antlers had suddenly tipped his head down firmly, breaking his already partial line of sight with his friend; two pairs of twin tentacles had whipped out from the bundled mass, coiling around Alastor's waist and hips to pin to the bed, angled at a downward slant — the Overseer tentacle had plunged straight away, picking up the pace and thrusting fiercer into the frozen buck’s throbbing ass, hence why Alastor's reply was so rudely interrupted.

Unaware, unable to see anything but the darkness gathered by his crossed arms and the woven tendrils keeping his head down, the other sinuous tendrils were in fact making this Angel Dust's problem, too.

In kind, not to leave any other participants amiss, a new set of unoccupied tendrils had slithered out from under the rocking bed, snaking around Angel's ankles and calves to ensnare the distracted demon. Their speed markedly slower than the Radio Demon's own delighted tentacles, insofar as one can identify the monster's faceless form permitted, the excited coils were still hurried in their rummaging under the demon's clothes.

Curling up, their blunt tips had glided in under the hemlines of the porn star's pants — their sleek forms outlined under the tightening material, filling the spider demon's clothing rapidly in their search for a damp orifice to satisfy. There was a persistent tug from their base at the floor, the limbs purposeful, intent on bringing the spider to the ground.

— Or let him go free, if the stag had the strength to call them off, engaged as he was: held fast and unable to even rut his hips into the

limb focused on building up the buck's climax, impelled by the hivemind's botched message.

The tentacle's rhythmic motions were entirely focused on a blend of mutual pleasure; slyly rewarding it's Master via the guarded sleep, explicit permission presumed based on the justification that the imposed masturbation would be appreciated should the Radio Demon wake up before it had finished playing with him. Secondly, It itself relished the thrill of manipulating the unconscious buck, revelling in the stealthy wanton arousal, acting on instincts polished by historic playtimes orchestrated by it's Master (yet awake).

In the minutes before Alastor's second uninvited guest had practically barrelled into his private sanctuary, the preoccupied tentacle had burrowed itself deeper, the suckers pinching the deer’s reddened flesh to establish a rougher cycle of rocking — the thick tentacle’s black outline distinctive pressed against Alastor's sickly ashen skin, It’s black skin shining with slick as it's excited pumps into the demon's ass reached a new crescendo. The sucker latched onto the demon's tingling bud reduced it's suckling kiss, resorting to simply clutching the dully throbbing prostate instead, letting the repetitive rocking apply the constant pressure of an ebb and flow suction.

The ensuing exaggerated change in Alastor's subconscious stirring his dopamine, the succeeding escalation rousing the stag demon’s groggy thoughts to the surface — the curious pool of heat warming in his lower belly, feeling himself on the cusp of hardness redirecting his delayed attention to the immense pressure indulating deeper inside — shocked awake, eyes stretching wide, any crinkles of sleep vanishing instantly, Alastor pushed his groggy face harder into the tangled web of caressing tentacles and his arms, squeezing his eyes tighter as a grudging moan was pulled from him, hunching his shoulders as if the combined actions would send the stern message to his monster that this was not okay, to stop immediately.

As it predictably happened, the tentacle didn't get the message, confused by the shoddy translation, overwhelmed between the Radio Demon's murmured moan, the increased trembling through the buck's inner walls squeezing it's slippery girth, and the way he hadn't exactly ceased it's gentle yet determined pumps in and out. The buck automatically rolling his hips down to give the rocking limb a better leverage, the friction slid further down, the suckers’ pulsating pinches drawing a wet gasp from the stag, failing to predict the sudden onset of the new stimulation.

Keen to figure out what had motivated the tentacles to pleasure him asleep, as the innocent tendrils wrapped around his shoulders and arms seemed oblivious to the diligent tentacle working at spreading his tight hole open. As he slept, Alastor hadn't been aware of the penetration, the probing beforehand registered very vaguely as a harmless, ordinary component of a wet dream. His ass stuffed full, the heavy tentacle unyielding to Alastor's conscious panic, the prospects of resolving this amicably were dashed to pieces when the following bang and the stream of incredulous curses drew Alastor's racing thoughts to his bedroom’s door instead of pursuing whatever the hell was going on in his bed while he had been out like a light.

Paralysed at first, Alastor had scarcely raised his head before it had instantly sunk in that he should have not responded to the intruder, the wise advice slamming into his frozen bravado like a rig intent on running the deer down. Accomplishing nothing but a startled, otherwise impassive expression as his line of sight fell on who else but ANGEL DUST — it appeared the porn star had decided to inadvertently brain himself upon his mortified hasty escape, which explained the loud bang. A scarlet blush creeping up Alastor's chest to flush his cheeks, however half-buried his face was amongst the tentacles, his ears pinned back in horror, Alastor’s voice sounded breathless, hoarse from his deep sleep.

“Please, come in, and SHUT THE DOOR,” the Radio Demon croaked, trying to stifle another aggrieved moan, using that energy to recycle the voiced arousal into a less embarrassing series of hushed huffs, doubling down his efforts to make this all look like a routine Friday night. The busy tentacle persevered on rocking him back and forth, the wet schlicks sounding much too loud to dismiss as a random noise from the bayou further away beyond. The docile tendrils stroking the patch between his ears idly, absent from the conversation. Pushing himself a little higher up on his elbows, grimacing as the base of the thick tentacle pushed up on his throbbing ballsac, his tail wagged once in ill-disguised pleasure, the scene wasn't to the Radio Demon's liking in any way.

"— How long have you been here...?"

[jockoppressor]

Ooooh aquarius, uranus(lol) and 12th house 👀

aquarius: do you believe in aliens?

yeah, but in a really broad way. i doubt the uniqueness of life on earth, and i suspect that in our unfathoably vast universe there’s probably another species that’s self-aware. I’m not convicned aliens have visited earth, but i think there’s some hubris to the belief that we’re unique

uranus: are you rebellious?

yeah, i like to think so. i don’t believe any human should be made by force or by circumstance to submit to any authority but their own, which is apparently not a popular opinion

12th house: do you like to be alone?

i’m accustomed to it and it doesn’t make me uncomfortable during the day. i can get very anxious when i’m alone at night, but even that doesn’t demand someone being beside me at all times; i just prefer to have someone else in the house with me once it’s dark

[the-apocryphal-one]

"the power in this pendant is unfatho-" DON'T SAY ANOTHER WORD, I'M JUST GLAD YOU'RE HERE WATERBAE

Looking at the website, I think EVERYONE made it into the game. EVERYONE. That’s HUNDREDS OF CHARACTERS, and that’s AWESOME. Like we finally get official names, new voice actors, and new art for characters who didn’t have it before.

Seriously, I was not expecting much from the mobile game, but it looks great. I don’t know which of the new games I’m hyped for more.

[valentinesie]

UNFATHOMINAC - MASTERPOST!

Note! This post will be updated frequently with new terms && better explanations! Thankyou

˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖

What is unfathominac?

Unfathominac is a term that regroups any unfatho- genders and such where one wishes to have some kind of body, presentation or gender without actually having it and for whatever reasons, it is unfathomable for one within their head.

Unfathominac individuals are unable to explore x part of themselves. It is there, but unreachable to them. It's like this part of their gender is deep down there, they know what it is, but can't quite grasp it. This doesn't mean you can't call yourself x gender only because it seems murky and unexplored!

This term isn't really a xenogender, it is separate from xenogenders, although someone who uses the term could consider it as a xenogender.

Unfathic is its alignment, like xenic! UNFIN (unfathominac in nature) is also a term that can be used aswell.

Unfathominac could also be used as a modifier, for example, if one has a part of gender they cannot reach, a part that is unfathomable, ie being a girl they might call themselves "unfathogirl" or "unfathic girl"!

It is important to note unfathominac has nothing to do with agab at all and being unfathominac also does not always make you trans!

Suffix & prefix meanings

Unfatho - from unfathomable

Inac - from inaccessible

˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖

Some terms!

⸝：Unfathominac: umbrella

⸝：Unfathocor(pus):

term when one wishes / has x body but for some reasons this part of themselves is unexplored and impossible to reach: it is unfathomable for them within their head, they are unable to explore it.

⸝：Unfathoge(nus):

term when one wishes / has x gender but for some reasons this part of themselves is unexplored and impossible to reach: it is unfathomable for them within their head, they are unable to explore it.

Check these out! (☆)(☆)(☆)

˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖

Flag template! - not flag of the term, only a template used for x label based on this term! ^_^

˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖︵˖