Alt Sylvian System Flags Pt 2
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Alternative Misthrian (link), Mistian (link), & Nebbian (link) Flags
@radiomogai , @thecoffeecrew404
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I'm not sure Tinkaton is found natively outside Paldea. So, that'd be why
Okay, that makes sense. I lived in Unova all my life, and around here is mostly unovan pokemon as well. Or, I guess, mistian pokemon, as they're called here.
I'll keep my eyes peeled for a tinkaton. Once I figure out what they look like.
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I’m a birthday teapot today :”)
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new identities (6/6)
Sanguinolentus (-ian): a gender that feels warm and fulfilling of other genders, similar to how blood fills up a body, and eventually the gender can be dissolved
Butterscotchian: a sweet candyic-aligned gender that feels related to rustic vibes and sweet autumn air
Cloverian: a small and crisp gender that feels very calming and lovely, and can always be added onto
Midnightian: a gender that feels powerful and cool, similar to midnight in winter.
Mistian: a misty gender that feels strange but homely, and makes the rest of the gender feel calmed but still partially disrupted
Marinean: a marine-aligned gender that feels calming and huge, and encompasses hundreds of genders
Bubblean: a gender that bubbles up, pops, and starts bubbling up again
Galaxiasian: a large polygender-aligned gender that has many, many genders, but not all
Pistaciumian: a small round gender that feels tropical and neutral-aligned
Librariumian: a large gender that feels like it collects other genders and keeps them in a "library" of sorts
Glaciemian: a gender that feels cool and huge, like a large frosty iceberg floating around other genders
Blossomaean: a gender that blossoms in particular seasons and can wither away after time. it is related to flowers, spring, and warm weather (and possibly rain)
Uvarumian: a gender that feels small, round, and related to other small genders
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Das, was der Pöbel Luxus nennt, es ist mir zur Bürde geworden. Wie soll man das Besondere genießen, wenn das Ordinäre nicht mehr existiert? Denn das tut es nicht, zumindest nicht in meinem Leben. Meinen Namen werden wohl einige von Ihnen kennen, ich bin Spitzenpolitiker, männlich, gutaussehend. Zu meinen Hobbies zählen die Privatisierung von Bildung und Wasser, Steuersenkungen für Superreiche, Digitalisierung, Theromix, Schwarz-Weiß-Fotographie und Besuche beim Bäcker. Aber ich möchte hier lieber anonym bleiben. Sagen wir so viel: mein Name reimt sich auf Mistian Tindler. Viele würden sagen, es geht mir gut. Ich sehe das anders. Wenn ich mich des morgens aus meinem Geldscheinbett erhebe und meinen Bademantel aus Kreditkarten anziehe, spüre ich nichts mehr. Was heißt schon Macht für jemanden der finanziell allmächtig ist, wenigstens finanziell? Ein Trauerspiel. Erst neulich meinte mein Butler James, vielleicht sei ich so unzufrieden, weil ich mich von der Lebenswirklichkeit der meisten Menschen, ja sogar von mir selbst entfremdet hätte. Ich feuerte ihn, ich hatte ihm nicht erlaubt zu sprechen. Er war sowieso sehr aufmüpfig die letzten Tage, denn bei den vertraglich zugesicherten Ohrfeigen bedankte er sich doch nur sehr herzlos. Für 8,50€ die Stunde kann man da schon deutlich mehr Professionalität erwarten! Und ich, mich entfremdet? Pah! Ich kenne den kleinen Mann, weiß, was in ihm vorgeht! Rassismus zum Beispiel. Und erst neulich kaufte ich in einem Laden eine Packung Milch, legte 20 Euro hin, sagte “Stimmt so” und tätschelte das Gesicht der Verkäuferin, die sicher selbst an ihrer Armut Schuld ist. Manch einer würde sagen, Christi - äh... ich meine Mistian, ist das nicht ein wenig viel Trinkgeld? Aber was kostet schon eine Packung Milch heutzutage? 15 Euro? Ich weiß es nicht... Vielleicht hatte James doch recht. Ich habe recherchiert und ein “ehrliches” Rezept gefunden, dass ich natürlich ein wenig aufgepeppt habe, auch da muss ein wenig Luxus sein. Ich werde mich sofort daran machen Toast in Milch zu tunken, anzubraten und zwei verschiedene Käsescheiben darüber zu legen. Gleich, nach der Guten-Morgen-Nase Koks. Guten Hunger!
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Untitled Composition # 8652
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MISTians Be Like | Fun Short Film | 2015
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Cast from Mistians. I will one day work on that story again... One day.
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Kiss Feb. Day 2: Sleepy
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For fits and giggles (And because I dont have like any decent pictures of Jen) I did a quick recolor of the palette ask I got into her more proper colors.
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it's.... bugging me but this is for my lovely we're-sisters-you-just-have-to-deal-with-it illieous here on tumblr. Happy birthday, bifflecakesicecream.
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testing some new watercolours~
(these little creatures love listening to music btw)
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Kiss Feb. Day 6: Almost
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