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rielzero · 2 months

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I'm out of queue for a bit now, anyway, here's a headcanon. (I am aware bodytypes in the game are usually limited because of budget cutting methods in videogames.)

Pov: The guys are shirtless because of laundry day, elfsong.

Gale: *humming cheerfully while folding some clothes* Astarion: *absentminded, not helping* Loki: *nervously half covering his skinny body, not helping either* Gale: ... Loki: *eyes Gale's abs, then Astarion's abs, muttering* Why isn't my body like that..?

Astarion: *shrugs* There's exercises to stay this young and agile you know? I might not be able to lift tons like Lae'zel and Karlach, but I can stretch myself just enough to not take a hit.. And when I do, it hurts less. And.. I look fantastic!

Gale: Oh.. That.. Special training with Elminster.

Loki & Astarion: *give him an intense look*

Gale: What? Just a typical wizard thing. How else am I supposed to maintain concentration in battle? You think it's all brain power? Holding my breath?

Loki: I am genuinely curious what ''special training'' means here.

Gale: *imagining Elminster's shinier, bigger abs that he conceals under his robes* Hmm.. I- No. I'll keep this one to myself. Push-ups and regular exercise- A good diet! That's the bare bones of it. Gale: *winches when he quietly flashbacks to getting beat up with a staff by Elminster repeatedly while sobbing loudly as he struggles to contain his concentration on spells* Maybe I could teach you, someday- Loki? I think you'd be into it. Loki: I don't like the way you look at me while you say that.. It reminds me of that loviatar priest..

Astarion: Awh. I prefer you squishy.

Loki: How dare you! I am resilient to being squished.

Astarion: I could crush you with my bare hands.

Loki: Wh- Stop the teasing! I prefer being destroyed in bed over that.

Gale: Oh yes.. When everyone else isn't listening in..

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gayvampyr · 2 years

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polyamorous wlw/nblw flag anyone?

#i don’t normally make flags or anything but like #i just put the colors together and i was like ‘oh yeah this is something’#poly #polyam #polyamory #polyamorous #wlw #sapphic #gay #lgbt #lesbian #lgbt flags #red is for passion and love #pinkish peach is for trust and communication #white is for community and bond #and black is for strength and attraction #top posts

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vizthedatum · 4 months

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Doing my best to not start crying at the airport.

When I look back to my relationship fails (and from discussing with friends here and there)… I’m realizing that I should not have gotten with a lot of those people in the first place.

Sometimes I just want to shake myself and ask “why are you so desperate to be loved?!”

I’m too wide-eyed.

There were multiple signs that I should have gracefully rejected this past ex even before we became partners. The really strong chemistry in the beginning should have been a place where I should have paused and reflected. I could have been friends with them at a distance. I bypassed all the signs. SIGH.

I feel foolish after hearing how some of my friends would have reacted. I feel foolish. I got too attached and emotional for someone who did not have the capacity to meet their needs, let alone mine.

I’m really glad my ex-meta changed the dynamic of the poly style - if she hadn’t, I’d be still trying to repair a doomed relationship where they would continue to disregard my feelings because they didn’t think they had to change their behavior.

AND I MIGHT BE PREGNANT. Even though I clinically don’t know for sure, I already love my baby. I’ve already bonded with it. That’s why if this isn’t a pregnancy, I want to try right away - it’s time.

I am forgiving myself by confronting and reflecting. It is so painful and freeing: I must forgive myself.

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urfavisaprideflag · 2 years

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Hakan from Street Fighter is the polyamory flag!

#hakan #street fighter #polyamory #the blue is close enough. man dyed his skin red to get on this blog cut him some slack #pride flag fav #submission #ty for the submission!!#and sorry!!

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queer-polyam-emperor-penguin · 2 years

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Polyamory lesson: Looking for green flags.

If you're anything like me, you often go in hyper aware of red flags and then try to justify or fix them because that's what we do when we are young and impressionable and we're taught to overlook all our intuition. And also, new relationship energy is a shock to the system no matter how many times you've done it.

So what do you do if you've noticed you have a pattern of acknowledging and ignoring red and orange flags?

You start looking for the green.

You actually start this by creating a huge list of boundaries based off negative and positive past experiences and setting a solid standard of what you deserve.

- I deserve my time and energy respected

- My no must be heard, acknowledged and respected every time. (Even and especially soft no's)

- Mental and physical well-being is a top three priority.

- Clear communication looks like XYZ.

- I deserve kindness, compassion and respect even in times of high stress.

- I deserve and expect consistency and consideration in events which directly impact me and my choices, life and well-being.

- I deserve honesty, served with kindness, compassion and in a timely manner for time sensitive experiences.

Etc.

They become your bare minimum standards for considering and continuing dates.

And these potential and active partners can't drop below these because those are the minimum of respect.

So, you notice red flags by the green flags they don't meet.

'This person knowingly directly violated my communication boundaries in a way that made me uncomfortable. They don't meet my minimum green flags of communication'

'This person has consistently been meeting my time boundaries, my communication boundaries, my physical and mental boundaries and the boundaries of all of my friends and loved ones and made an active effort to apologise, communicate and change their actions in a respectful and kindhearted manner consistently for over six months. This is someone whom I can consider trustworthy and consistent and meets my bare minimum of boundaries.'

Because those are the bare minimum.

And then you build upon the bare minimum with love languages, personality, humour, experiences, communication styles, skills, mutual growth and physical relationships to create a unique partnership that you can then explore together.

But your boundaries are your green flags, they are what you are looking for and also aiming to be in a relationship.

Playing collect the flags makes it much easier to see and acknowledge what gaps are actually there and to accurately acknowledge if there's a communication about that gap that can bring the situation to a green flag, an orange flag that means you change the dynamic so that boundary isn't crossed or a red flag that means you put the entire situation down and walk away.

At the very least, this is how I'm currently navigating all my relationships in life and it's the most successful method for me and I hope it helps someone else as well.

#polyamory #polyamorous #polyam fam #dating #red flags #green flags #mine

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miguenhasthoughts · 14 days

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04/17

My throat is dry and there is nothing to quench this thirst. This vessel is set to decay no matter how strong the spirit may get. These bones crack and ache. Nothing good injected into these veins. Battery acid fills my stomach. No matter how much things improve. I always somehow lose myself in a dream that I’d much rather be in and this vessel writhes from neglect.

I’ve been meaning to write. I’ve been meaning to do a lot of things and it’s so much easier to push it all further away from my view. My best friend Eve doesn’t have a brain tumor which is a relief. That was a fear since we were little eggs. Yet they are having problems with their spouse. They felt it too awkward to share and I didn’t want to push her. Instead I told her my ear is always available.

Bills are a nightmare but that is what I get for being born in a capitalist society. I am able to save money but it is still daunting when everything wants to knock on the door at once. I gotta remind myself that Sam has a job now and the burden isn’t all on my shoulders.

I’d be lying if I said I still don’t miss Micah but it has been a month since I sent the letter and at this point I feel like I have been making peace that they will forever remain a ghost in my rear view. Which sucks. It’s like losing a good friend that you loved 🍊. Yet I’ve done all I could and there’s nothing more I could do. Regardless of feeling like I’ve been making improvements in the right direction. I still check the mailbox to see if they wrote back.

I went on another date. This is the person I’ve been feeling good chemistry with. We’ve been talking for a month now I believe and the date went on for hours. Way more than I expected. Time just sort of flew by. They had strong interests and they were very vocal about sharing whatever popped in their head. Which is such a good trait to have when meeting someone new. Seemed like we were on the same page on what we wanted out of a relationship and intent on what we’d hope to get out of dating. It felt very healthy. I’m horrible at seeing red flags but if they showed I hadn’t seen them.

As far as my health. I think it’s still easier to ignore it. Eating still comes hard. I wish I could say it’s getting better yet I feel like my body is getting more unhealthy as time goes on. Yet not fast enough for me to act. Unfortunately that’s what I tell myself.

#04/17 #diary entry #recovery #my diary #transgender #tw: ed #polyamory #polyamourous #coffee dates #if there was a red flag it would be that they broke up with their exes right before their birthday.#hopefully not a self fulfilling prophecy #what do you think Micah?

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reverantreality · 2 months

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I thought I loved her, I thought we had intimacy, I even thought the sex we had was great, but after she gave me one round for the whole week I was there and ultimately kicked me out of her house over rellos (that were mine in the first place) I walked away from her and blocked her…. Setting a boundary that I should have set before to never let ppl treat me so callously, letting ppl keep asking me after I give them a no, her final selfish act towards me opened my eyes to make me realize that if I did find someone to be poly or anything with…. She showed me all the red flags to look out for, she showed me that some people are actually being greedy with my time and patience, and they don’t deserve what I give freely. Because if I keep at it others are just going to continue to hurt me and not care about me.

#me #incubus #polyamory #open relationship #trust lost #trust abusing people #red flags

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discoveringpolyamory · 1 year

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A Polyamory Red Flag everyone needs to look out for, especially when you're are starting out, is when it favours one person over all others.

The problem with One-Sided Polyamory is that it can come about through several avenues, some more toxic than others. It can come from selfishness, when someone simply doesn't care about fairness in their relationships. There's toxic monogamy and partners who insist on maintaining a sense of hierarchy. And then there's also emotional blindness, when a partner simply can't see beyond their own needs.

But it doesn't matter why or how polyamory can become one-sided. All that matters is that it's toxic, and seeing it develop is a Polyamory Red Flag.

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chasing-chimeras · 1 year

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“I figured out / that the modern world is turning the wrong way ‘round / there’s something about / the way our bedsheets turn religion upside down” – cotton candy by yungblud

Tracy, Gwen, and Hayden in Red Flags

“How very heteronormative of you.”

#teen wolf moodboard #hayden romero #tracy stewart #gwen teen wolf #gwayden #trayden #teen wolf au #teen wolf edit #the fic isn't even posted yet but here's a little preview of the college au #polyamory moodboard #sapphic polyamory #poly triad #my edits #red flags #red flags edit

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littlebirdy0301 · 10 months

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(cw grooming mention) TELL ME WHY IM JUST SITTING IN MY ROOM CHILLIN, REMINDED OF MEMORIES FROM EALRY HIGHSCHOOL AND ALL THE SUDDEN HIT LIKE A FUCKING TRUCK THAT I GOT GROOMED AT 14/15

#CW grooming #cw trauma dump #I’m tagging this accordingly so don’t read if you don’t wanna hear about this subject. I just wanna get it out without telling irl people #I cannot fucking believe this. This realization hiT ME LIKE A FUCKING TRUCK WHAT THE SHIT #As a freshman I was friends with this senior. I was learning what it meant to be in queer spaces & learning what queer friendships were lik #And queer friendships that are also Theatre Kid friendships are often very touchy. Lots of behavior that is typically read as romantic #Hand holding cuddling playing with hair etc #So it was a bit like that with this 18 year old senior #They asked me out (in front of all our drama class friends & whatever other students happened to be around)#& I had no idea they had romantic interest so I was shocked. Didn’t know what to do or how to process #I ended up saying no telling them it was b/c I just realized I was queer & wasn’t out & didn’t wanna hide dating from my family #The memories are fuzzy but we kept talking & it still had the overly affectionate queer vibe #And they’d say romantic things to me and I think I’d say things back because I was still in a whole new world of discovering myself #And didn’t know what I was or wasn’t feeling #So when they’d act that way I just felt like I should act that way back #I was so young and immature and didn’t know anything at all about myself. I came from a stuffy conservative background so it was all so new #Then over time they pursued me romantically again and I (again not knowing anything & just taking a shot in the dark) said yes #They were in a relationship at the time too and suggested polyamory #And another red flag was that at one point I referred to their bf to them as “your man” and they said “sweetie that’s our man”#But I had never fucking met this guy!! Never had one conversation with him!!!!#And in actual ethical polyamory there would’ve been a discussion about all of our comfort zones and which of us wanted to be together #But I was just left to guess what the situation was so I assumed that they were dating both of us but he and I weren’t dating eachother #Because again!!!! I didn’t fucking know this man!!!!!!!#But anyway #when we actually “got together” it was all over text and it didn’t last long at all #Because THANK GOD my gut was telling me that something was VERY OFF #so THANK FUCKING GOD I broke up with them over text before I ever hung out with either of them in person post-getting-together #I am so fucking grateful right now that I listened to my gut because I’m sick thinking about how things could’ve gone if it went on longer #I avoided some major fucking trauma by getting out before I’d hung out at all with them in person. Fucking christ #Holy fuck I can’t believe it’s taken me 7 fucking years to fully realize what happened

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loveindefinitely · 5 months

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༊*·˚ BUT YOU BELONG TO ME — you, your boyfriend johnny, and his friend simon

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish

warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, polyamory, threesome, enemies to lovers, bi ghoap, angry sex, hate sex (kinda), dom/sub undertones, bickering, friends to lovers (for ghoap), love confessions

// NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT //

You love Johnny's friends.

Really, you do. They're a rowdy bunch, all in-your-face with their larger than life personalities and even larger frames. However, overall, they're people you don't mind hanging out with, as long as your lover is by your side.

But that's all... general.

It's an entirely different story when discussing Johnny's closest friend. The only other person to hold their own acre of property in his gentle heart. A man who the Scot admires almost as much, if not the same amount, as he does you.

Simon Riley.

Since the day you met the lieutenant, you knew that your relationship was going to be a rough one.

He's quiet. Annoyingly so. Somehow, he manages to deliver the nastiest of words without opening his mouth, or taking off that damn balaclava of his.

No. He says it all with deep brown eyes, and overall presence. Who the fuck does that? Can manage to do that?

The feel is mutual, you discovered within two seconds of meeting him for the first time, all those months ago. All it took was a firm, almost warning, shake of your hand to cement that fact, and a hardening glare of his from behind the mask.

Since that very first interaction, the animosity between you both has been nothing if not apparent.

And, look, you try. Really, you do. This is your soulmate's best friend, the one who he spends an equal amount of free time with as you. That's all fine. You're happy for Johnny.

It only becomes a problem when his love for the two of you overlap. When he invites you both over at the same time, or you plan to go on a date and Simon just 'happens to be there'.

It's weird. Alarm bells siren in your ears, red flags are waved in your head, and you have an inner monologue yelling at a mile per minute.

At the end of the day, if you ever truly suspected Johnny of being unfaithful, you would end things.

You knew your worth, even if the pain would be near unbearable.

But this is different. Hell, you know that this is different. And not because it's a man -- your boyfriend had always been open with his inclinations for just about any gender -- but because it's Simon, and because it's you.

So.

When you and Simon are in the same room together, it encompasses a hell of a lot of insults and pettiness from your end, with Simon's cold glares and huffs of indignation on his.

It's a never-ending cycle.

Johnny, for his part, puts up with it. He laughs it off, cooling the mood, because that's who he is. It's part of the reason that you love the man, his ability to work with people and deal with confrontation outside of missions.

Neither you or Simon could've properly prepared for his patience to end, however.

Or the realisation he came to.

You're spending the night at Johnny's, which, at this point, is an event occurring more often than not, when Simon knocks on the door.

And, look. Usually you'd pull up your big girl pants and deal with it.

But you'd been waiting for weeks to try something out with Johnny. You'd both done all the research, ordered the rope, and bought the blindfold and cuffs. The wine in your hands and makeup you'd done with the specific intention to cry it off later said just as much.

It all collapses onto itself when Simon fucking Riley knocks on the door.

Johnny gives you an apologetic rinse, before hopping off of the ouch and lightly jogging to the front door, unlocking it and cracking it open. You mourn the lack of his body heat, his warm body against your own.

The dim lights from the warm yellow lights sat at the back wall cast heavy shadows over Simon's face -- his maskless one. It's rare that he shows up without it. In fact, that's only happened once in the year and a half you've known the guy.

"What's up, mate?" Johnny asks with a tilt of his head, leaning against the door frame and folding his muscled arms over his bulky chest.

Lord, if you didn't already have him, you'd be praying to every God to get your hands on that frame of his.

Simon replies quiet enough that you can't hear, and you know it's an intentional act. It shouldn't piss you off as much as it does, but you can't help the feeling of annoyance and distaste creep into your mouth like a poisonous acid, lacing your tongue with the bitterness.

Johnny murmurs back his reply, before Simon steps in, and your boyfriend shuts the door closed behind him.

"Are you serious?" The words slip out on your own accord, before you can stop them. They're accusatory, angry, and... reflective of your current mood.

If Simon's responding glare could kill, you'd be six feet under. "Date night?" Is his dry, curt reply, and fury boils in your blood.

"He had no where else to go, lass," Is Johnny's input, but you don't even spare him a glance. No. Your ire is all directed at his best friend, and he deserves every last drop of it.

"Actually, yes, it is date night," You quip back, ripping the blanket off of yourself and standing up, moving towards the two men where they stand in the doorway. The light creeps onto the floorboards, the darkened corner of the room shrouding yourselves in shadows. "You know. One without your ass for once."

Johnny rubs his roughened hand over his face, looking up to the roof as if asking it to spare him.

With a roll of his eyes, Simon spares you a flitting, dismissive glance, before turning back to his best friend. "Needta' keep her on a tighter leash."

There's a moment, then. One where you're stuck on a forked path, where each option seem as unimportant as gum on a city sidewalk.

They'll both change the course of your life forever -- but it certainly doesn't feel like it, and it certainly isn't about to affect your decision-making in the slightest.

"Is that why you can't get laid, huh, Simon? Want a submissive little wife you can walk all over? Didn't know you were compensating that fucking much. Hell, if you're that fucking desperate, we can lend you a few bucks and you can go get lucky at the fucking strip club!"

There's a tense silence, that passes for a few beats.

One.

Two.

And then Simon scoffs a nasty, incredulous sound, his attention now fully on you. "Didn't realise ya were so passionate about where I stick my dick, Princess."

It's a lot of words from the usually quiet man, and -- and they're hostile, with anger lacing every syllable that escapes his scarred mouth.

You take a step closer, unknowingly, jabbing a finger into his -- admittedly built -- chest.

"Wasn't until it started to affect me and Johnny! You're always hovering, always fucking there -- hell, if it weren't for social decorum, you'd be pulled up beside the bed while he fucks me! Maybe you could take notes, hey? You know, so you could actually find a chick that could fuck this -- this clinginess out of you!"

It's a low blow, you know it all too well, but he reacts like a dog with a bone, and it's somehow satisfying, rewarding in a way it shouldn't be. Not at all.

"You're actin' like a spoiled fuckin' brat, Princess. What, Johnny's gotten' bored of your ass? Gotta beg him to fuck ya?"

You aren't entirely sure when the two of you had gotten just a breath's distance apart, when you'd had to start tilting your head back to keep eye contact, when the tips of your bare feet started pressing against his black shoes.

Both of your breaths come out ragged, and you're entirely in your own world, forgetting all about the man holding both of your affections, the man that started this vitriol-filled relationship in the first place.

"What? Wish it was you he was fuckin' instead?" You hiss, lowly, calculated, and Simon rears back as if you've slapped him.

In a way, you might just have.

"You need to get put in your fuckin' place," is his slow, scarily calm quip in return. Your spine is ramrod straight, eyes filled with a fire in the barely-there light.

"You need to get laid," you seethe, hands balling into fists at your sides.

"Ye both needta' fuck a'd get it over with."

Silence, once more, fills the room, infinitely more cataclysmic than what any of you had planned for.

But that's just it.

There's no planning a calamity.

"What?" Johnny shrugs, as if he hasn't set a bomb between you all, as if he hadn't planned for you all to fear shrapnel scraping your skin. "Dinnae realise it was a fuckin' revelation."

"Johnny --" you begin, or, well, you try to, but your brain isn't exactly cooperating with your mouth, and vice versa.

"No, love, I'm serious," he raises his hands, palms facing both you and Simon in a placating gesture. "Hell, yer both givin' me a boner jus' from watchin' ya both go at it."

Oh.

Oh, he's right. He's so fucking right. The tension, the thinly veiled animostiy between you both -- it's never been one of pure hatred. Never been one of pure, mutual dislike.

It's been one dripping of sex, of desire. One consisting of lashing words and biting tones because you couldn't unleash them on each other in the one way you wanted to.

And maybe something else. Something you're not quite ready to face, not yet, not now.

But you will. Someday.

"Johnny..." Simon's brows are pulled together, and god, now that your lover has made you confront the feelings so heavily pushed down inside of you, you realise how beautiful the man is. Short, almost messy blonde hair, scarred face consisting of sharp features and defined cheekbones.

He's disarming in how attractive he is.

And when paired with Johnny? It's as destructive as the very bomb resting between all three of you, the one that your partner had constructed with bare hands and an ever barer heart.

"Yer tellin' me ya don't wanna bend 'er over the couch?" Johnny asks, flippantly, a genuine question.

The silence is as good of a reply as any words, and the man figures as much.

It's Simon's next words that change everything.

"Not just 'er," he says.

Not just her.

...He says.

Not. Just. Her.

The warmth of the living room reflects in Simon's velvet brown eyes, in the vulnerable glint in them. With those three words, he's put everything on the line, prepared himself for the guillotine that's in Johnny's hands to erect.

You see your lover work his jaw, work around the words about to leave his mouth, and your stomach hollows out.

If it had, oddly enough, been anyone else. Anyone else, you'd have already asked them to leave, let alone after that remark. But it's Simon. The man you know Johnny loves just as much as he does you, and the man you've forced yourself to hate, if only to repress the emotions you wouldn't allow yourself to feel.

"You," Johnny says, properly rolling his tongue over the full word, letting its weight sink in to the quiet of the apartment. "Want us. Both."

A moment passes.

Then, Simon nods, albeit stilted and, dare you say it -- nervous.

They both look at you, then, and you realise that what happens next is entirely in your hands, that all of your lives are effectively at your mercy.

So, with a deep breath, you nod.

a/n. just a teaser for this oneshot. ghoap x reader agenda 4ever!! just something about them is so flavourful and then adding a reader-insert?? boom there u go that's the good shit

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imustbeamermaidrango · 1 year

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The votes are in and the new Polyamory Flag is here!

The intention behind this design was to create a simple, bold tricolor, with a contemporary approach to traditional vexillological (relating to the study of flags) elements from the original “Pi” flag.

It takes the best of the original flag, including its color symbolism, and improves on those elements of the Pi flag which alienated viewers.

A white chevron flows outward to depict the growth and possibility of the non-monogamous community. It sits asymmetrically on the flag to reflect the non-traditional style of polyamorous relationships.

The heart reminds us that love in all forms is the core of non-monogamy.

As in the original polyamory flag:

Red stands for love and attraction.

Blue stands for openness and honesty.

However, this redesign also makes thoughtful alterations:

Gold represents the energy and perseverance of those in the non-monogamous community.

Purple to represent a united non-monogamous community.

#polyamory flag #poly flag #polyamproud #poly #polyamory #happy polyamory day #poly pride #poly pride flag #polyamory pride flag

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puddleorganism · 9 months

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Pondering a new rancher au (yes the giant fucking bird is Jimmy) - rambling/explanation under the cut

[Image IDs:

ID 1: a digital drawing of Jimmy/SolidarityGaming and TangoTek, in which Jimmy is a massive approximately 20 foot/6 meter tall bird-like creature. He’s standing idly (to show off his design) with a nervous smile on his face. He has a long neck and long legs that make him look like a dinosaur, but he is covered in light golden-brown feathers and has wings. His wings are huge, the primaries/tips sticking out behind his back. They’re modeled after a turkey vulture’s wings. He’s got a grey hooked beak that is mostly covered in feathers. He’s also got long tail feathers that look just short of skimming the ground. His legs are dark grey with huge talons. All over his legs, wing tips, and tail feathers is a dark grey ash. Tango’s sitting cross-legged on his back/shoulders, hunched over and looking at one of those map books you usually have in your car. (Note: the next image is of Tango, so to avoid redundancy I’m going to describe his appearance better there.) /End ID 1

ID 2: a digital drawing of TangoTek, a humanoid with fire for hair and a long, thin tail tipped in fire; like how a lion’s is tipped with fur. He’s standing idly (again, to show off his design) with his hands in his pockets. He’s got light tan skin with freckles on his nose and wrist. He’s got what look to be black scales on his ears - which are long and pointed - cheeks and nose that have glowing orange cracks in them like burning wood. He’s wearing a red handkerchief over his nose and mouth and has red-tinted goggled pushed up on his forehead. He’s wearing an off-white sweater, a worn leather jacket with red accents, grey cargo pants and black boots. He also has a pale gold and brown messenger bag slung over his left (the viewer’s right) shoulder and back behind his arm. He’s also got two scuffed, worn pins on his jacket; a small, round yellow one and a tiny polyamory flag. He’s also covered in ash - even more so than Jimmy - to the point where his boots, sweater, and handkerchief are stained with it, and are almost more grey than their original colors.

ID 3: simple digital sketches of the above characters. From left to right they are: Jimmy laying down with his head bowed, and Tango standing on his tiptoes to lean against Jimmy’s head. Both their eyes are closed and their foreheads are pressed together. The next is of Tango with his goggles on and looking confused at the map book, which is folded in half in his hands. Jimmy is leaning over his shoulder to look at the map as well. Two question marks float by Tango’s head. The last is of Jimmy standing upright, one of his talons held up near his chest. In his talons he’s holding Tango who seems surprised and is kind of doing that thing that cats do when you pick them up under the arms. This sketch is captioned with the word “hold”. There’s also a small bit of wing from a drawing that’s been cropped out in the corner. /End ID 3

/End IDs]

Ok rambling time!

So it’s set in a that was similar to the modern day, but after in a post-apocalyptic world (recent enough that they both would’ve known the world before). Not a zombie apocalypse or anything, though. There may be Foes but probably not.

I’m not exactly sure what the apocalypse that happened actually is yet, but it’s left the world an ash-covered wasteland with few ruins and even fewer survivors (survivors being organisms in general, not just humans). I want the landscape to be kind of surreal and bizarre, but I haven’t decided if that’s because of the apocalypse or not. Maybe it was just Like That lol.

Anyway, one thing you may want to know more about, is why the hell is Jimmy a giant bird? And the answer is: I like giant birds. In all seriousness though, he’s cursed! Don’t know why. He was a normal ass dude. Now he’s a bird.

Tango might also be cursed? Depends on how edgy I end up wanting this to be lol. He might be an undead wraith or something who knows.

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