A space-themed flag for gender hoarders!

This one is simply based on a galaxy, with really nice blues and purples and pinks to represent a colorful galaxy. The white circles are all stars or maybe planets. It's meant to be vague because a gender hoard can go any sort of way for someone. I went with a lot of stripes to represent a large hoard.

Other flags in this set:

Bigender Trigender Androgyne Quadgender Quintgender Omnigender Pangender Multigender Demigender Genderfluid and Genderflux Polygender Femache Ambigender Libragender Nanogender Binary Paragender - 💙💚

(After this, I won't be linking all previous flags and will just link the tag that has them all in one place. There are too many now!)

I'm a xenogender hoarder but I'll admit that most of them are xenoidentities, only some of them are actually connected or are the gendered feeling itself. ☠

AMULETIC ;;  [IMAGE ID: a 9 stripe flag with stripes of equal length. the stripe colours go in the order of dark purple, violet, lilac, white, light yellow, beige, dark salmon, muted red, dark red] amuletic is a term for those who hoard genders like accessories! 

Harvesthoardic

A gender where one hoards genders in what feels like harvests, like grabbing a bunch and adding them to the hoard before waiting for the next harvest to come

@sunshinesolaic

requiem of innocence

tags:

#amicias hoard <- mod amicia's gender hoard

#apocalyptic genders <- genders related to apocalypses, world ending, death etc

#animal genders <- self expl.

#alchemic genders <- potions, alchemy, herbalism etc

#consumable genders <- mostly food/drink related genders

#crystalized genders <- crystal, earthy, stone/rock related genders

#comforted genders <- self expl.

#caffeinated genders <- self expl.

#character genders <- self expl.

#expressive genders <- self expression in anyform (art, hair, clothing etc)

#enchanted genders <- magic, curses, hexes etc

#foliage genders <- greenery, plantlife etc

#flaming genders <- fire, arson, burning etc

#godly genders <- deity, godhood etc

#ghostly genders <- ghost, haunted, supernatural etc

#musical genders <- self expl.

#occultic genders <- occult, witchcraft, paganism etc

#sickly genders <- plague, death, disease etc

#stellar genders <- space, stars, moon, night etc

#voided genders <- self expl.

#vintaged genders <- old, antique, time, vintage etc

#vampiric genders <- self expl.

#verbal genders <- words, phrases and verbal stimming

always fun adding more stuff to my gender hoard~

like yiss I found another term that fits me that may or may not be the same as five other terms in my hoard

✦˚₊‧꒰ა LATENIGHTVAMPIC ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ : a gender related to late nights filled with stars, under a crescent moon as a vampire !

Organizing Your Gender Hoard

Gender hoarding is the experience of "hoarding" or "collecting" gender terms that resonate with you. You might not identify as any genders in your hoard (called a non-oriented gender hoarder) or you may identify as every gender in your hoard (called an omni-oriented gender hoarder.)

We might organize our terms into categories based on how you use your hoard. Is your hoard used for questioning your own identity? Is it used to figure out all the genders of your many headmates? Are these terms just for your OCs' genders?

Here are some ways we might organize our gender hoard:

Terms based on abstract concepts, alignments, emotions, colors, etc. and organized into each of these. Does it feel like a warm gender? Does it make you think of a stormy sea? Is it aligned with an obscure aesthetigender that reminds you of childhood? Categories like "Warm", "Stormy", "Nostalgia", or others would work well here. You could even go more general - "Temperature", "Weather", or "Aesthetic" might be helpful.

Organized into Yes, Maybe, No. Use the Trello app for this (which also works on desktop), with a list for Yes, a list for Maybe, and a list for No. Each card can be a gender label. Now you can easily drag them from one list to another and easily add new labels over time. The labels that feel like they might fit you can easily change over time, so having the flexibility to change your mind can help a lot.

Organized alphabetically. This works well for a large hoard and is the easiest way to organize everything.

Separated into terms that reflect one half and terms that reflect the other half. Maybe half of your identity feels void-in-nature, so you have one half of your hoard dedicated to void-related identities. Maybe the other half feels xenic, so those terms are all genders that are xeno-aligned or xenic in some way. You can split your hoard into thirds or fourths as well.

"Backburner" terms: These are labels you don't specifically want to use, but you want to put it aside to remind you to look into it later. These can be unorganized, like jotting down a quick note for later.

Terms that give off a general vibe. Reminds you of nature? Reminds you of space? Makes you think of a specific character, song, or theme? A vague theme works just as well as a specific theme.

Separated into keywords - "fluid", "flux", "void", "floral", "food", "song", "color", "male", "female", "niaspec", etc. If you have your hoard in a document, you can search for labels using these keywords - just press Ctrl + F on desktop to search.

And of course, you can use a combination of all of these to sort all the labels in your hoard.

How do you organize your gender hoard? - Your Bigender Big Brother 💙💚

Devotion in Steel

How They Worship You After The Hunt: Dottore, Childe, Zhongli.

So this is based off This idea I had about a cyberpunk reader in a cult!Sagau genshin, so this is just me testing the waters. I spent wayyy too much time on this one lol but this brainrot is still going strong.

CW: Suggestive themes, cult/yandere characters, reader is GN, mentioned gore for Zhongli part. First time writing Yandere's so tell me how it goes lol.

Dottore: Silent Curiosity

He does not worship you openly; he doesn't sing hymns about your mercy or your cruelty, nor does he press his face into the ground whenever you pass, like certain archons wishing for redemption. His worship is quiet. To the unworthy, the way he touches you — with clinically cold hands, examining every gear, and bolt, and piston with the same calculating gaze reserved for one of his machines — may as well be the highest form of sacrilege. Who is he to act as if you are just another of his toys? Who is he to not even say a single word to you? Who is he to touch and pull on your mechanical components like some urchin child toying with an object they do not realize is precious? But they can't do anything, because You do not see it their way. You do not stop or punish him, you encourage him; it isn't rare to find you two alone, him on his knees with your arm held in his hands, silently watching the moving mechanisms beneath your plating as you explain the intricacies of your mechanical form to him in that synthetic voice of yours that makes his bones tremble. His touch is clinical, precise, but it is by no means cold; His worship is conveyed through his actions. With reverence he cleans the dirt and grime from the seams in your armor, happy to stay on his knees for hours, days even, so long as not a single speck of dirt is left to mar your perfect body. With piety he polishes every gear, with admiration he oils every piston, worshiping even the smallest piece in your body like it is a holy relic. To Dottore, being able to see technology millennia ahead of his own and learn of knowledge yet undiscovered would have been bliss. But to feel it beneath his fingers? To feel it in his bones as that artificial voice of yours reveals the world's secrets? Heaven.

Tartaglia: Eager Veneration

Once, Tartaglia had only known of you from the stories his parents had told him; of a loving creator, a place of safety and solace in this harsh world. Later, when he fell into the Abyss, Skirk told him new stories of you, passed down to her by the denizens of the Abyss — ones his parents wouldn't have dared to utter lest they tempt Celestia to punish them for heresy. So when you descended, full of harsh edges and your body geared for battle, he embraced you as you were. He would have loved you regardless of your appearance, but something about the mechanical version of you made sense to him; Children resemble their parents after all, why should you have appeared like the demure little thing the tapestries depicted you as when Teyvat could be harsh, and cruel, and cold? He remembered his parents teachings, tried to be respectful like the other acolytes, on their knees, with their heads pressed to the ground. He would have done so happily, would have kneeled before you until he was nothing but bones, would have slaughtered countries in your name... yet the abyss gnawed on his bones, needing your attention like a babe needed a parent. So when you showed him favor? When you offered him to touch the divine metal of your cybernetic body? He couldn't stop himself. Anxiety tempered his eagerness, he did not seek more than what you offered him, yet his hands still glided over your skin and metal with the same energy as the little gears beneath your outer shell. Trembling fingers traced old dents and scratches that ripperdocs had neglected to fix, words of absolute devotion leaving his lips as he put his head to your chest, listening to the tik tik tik of mechanical organs beneath your chassis. But your weapons enchanted him the most. It reminded him so much of the Foul Legacy hiding under his skin; the promise of danger and death lurking beneath the surface, ready to be used as soon as a threat appeared — a similarity between you two that no one else could claim. He could spend days simply kissing and lavishing the seams in the armor, feeling where fake skin transitioned into metal which hid your weaponry from the world. Though you never allowed him more than a look, he yearned to touch them, to kiss the sharp blades, to feel his bones bend under your mechanical strength, to feel the monowire burn through his skin... Please, won't you let him? He survived the Abyss, he promises that he's tough, he can handle the pain... just this once, let him worship you, all of you, please?

Zhongli: Desperate Absolution

Zhongli is afraid; to touch, to breathe, to even exist near you. How can he not be, when he is the reason for your missing parts? Your aching joints? When he was the one who harmed you, who tainted your holy body with his hate and prejudice? When he was so prideful as to forsake his creator because they did not fit his own imagination? When the truth was revealed, the real impostor laying dead and your mechanical frame speckled with drops of your golden blood, he understood he was in no place to anything but bow and pray your fury would be swift and merciful, though he did not deserve it. Yet even as he knelt before you, head bowed so low it was flush with the ground and eyes shut tight, not daring to even glance at your metallic feet, a part of him still yearned for a chance at redemption; to earn back the chance to worship you, to earn your forgiveness through devotion. He would do anything for it; Kiss and lick the dirt off your mechanical feet, be at your beck and call till the end of time... If you wished to regain your lost parts — he would scour the far reaches of Teyvat until he found all the metal pieces you had lost, and those that were permanently damaged? He would carve his bones into shape, until they fit... If you told him to forfeit his flesh like you had done — he would claw at his skin until not a single scrap of meat hangs off his bones. He would happily wander the earth as a skeleton, grafting pieces of old Khaenri'ahn technology to himself until he resembled you, just so you could inflict the same wounds he had done to you... Yet you did no such thing. Even as his thoughts gained a voice, escaping his mouth through muffled whimpers, all you did was watch him, your mechanical gaze racking over his shivering form as he tried to stop his hiccupping cries. Truly pathetic. Then your fingers found his chin, gripping him in a bruising as you raised his head to look at you. Your mechanical eyes reflected in the tears running down his cheeks, the metal joints in your fingers nipping at his skin. His eyes met your cold gaze, and he wondered what you will ask of him — His eyes? His tongue? His arms? The impostor would have demanded all that and more... He would give it in a heartbeat. But please, find it in your cold heart to forgive him.

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I'm gonna be real those damn fish are tougher than any bug or robot.

C3彡 clown id pack !!

☆~{ for anon }~☆

C3彡 names :

clown , yippie , polka(dot) , dottie , buttercup , daisie , ditzie , skittle , spark , button , bon , jester , patches , stitch , kipper , tetris , ruffle , sketch , kite , snicker , doodle , sprinkle , cirque , ribbon , carnival , parade , bonnie , espie , puzzle , kip , kizzy , poppy , raspberry , patches , tune , nifty , scout , piper , jestette , clownette , clownesse , harley , harlette , quinny , quin(n) , fool , trick(tryck) , trix(tryx) , jokesy , ace , joker , jesterette , jesteresse , jesterlita

C3彡 pronouns :

joke joker , jester jesters , clown clowns , harley harlequin , fool fools , trick tricks , trick trickster , joke jokes , joke jokester , prank pranks , prank prankster , perform performs , perform performer , co comical , pos posse , mim mime , an antic , honk honks , dot dots , pop pops , juggle juggles , party partys , colo(u)r colo(u)rs , fun funs , smile smiles , mis mischief , dot dots , pom poms , :3 :3s , :3c :3cs , :p :ps , boop boops , boing boings , bri bright , giggle giggles , splat splats , chi chime , yip yips , pip pips , bard bards , jingle jangle , 🤡 🤡s , 🎉 🎉s , 🥳 🥳s , 🎡 🎡 s , 🎠 🎠s , 🎪 🎪s , 🎢 🎢s , 🎊 🎊s , 🎈 🎈s , 🎂 🎂s , 🎁 🎁s , 🖍 🖍s , 🔔 🔔s , ❗ ❗s , 🗯 🗯s , 🧁 🧁s

C3彡 titles :

the trickster , [prn] who is known for [prns] (tricks / pranks / sillyness) , the one who preforms , [prn] who loves laughter , the bard of [anything here :3] , [prn] who jingles when [prn] walks , the funniest jester , [prn] who is laughed at by all

C3彡 genders :

pastelclowaesic , clowneocorian , trijezeic , carniqueer , jestercoric , jestercostumic , jestgender , jocugender , jestagender , jestmasquin , clownlolitagender , costumeclowngender , clowncomfic , circuscandyic

this is mostly just a reminder for myself but i feel like other people might need to hear it too

you shouldn't need any more justification than "i like it", "it feels like me", etc to choose a particular flag/label/pronoun set. as long as it isn't actively hurting anyone, you should be able to identify however you goddamn please and whatever way makes you feel most comfortable without judgement.

there are no strict rules or requirements for identifying with any label that makes you comfortable, and people need to stop imposing their own rules on others when it really shouldn't concern them.

A good place for genders

This place has a bunch of pages and catagorys that help break down what is where. I used it for my hoards!

──　MEROLLPURIC　⸝⸝　︵︵

pronunciation　( MEH · ROLL · PU · RiK )

。　a gender related to my melody, cinnamoroll, and pompompurin being a trio together!

DAY 5 — sanrio ｡ @dolliecworpse ' s coining event !

──　KUROLLPURIC　⸝⸝　︵︵

。　same definition but with kuromi

···　note :　this is based on the angel w his 2 friends !!

───────　feel free to id　───────

Collectors, screenshot your hoard and reblog this post with it. I wanna start a chain. I'll go first: