#entropy flags

[spiraldevs]

Strawberry Cheesecake Scent(ed) —

✶ A misceverse flag for individuals (of any dynamic) whose scent is/who have the scent of strawberry cheesecake.

naming: "strawberry cheesecake" + "scent"

flag template by omegai

[unknownmothergoose]

disabled and OSDDID mini flag pixels using oatmeal's base!

[therighthandofvengeance]

Sheridan: well, to be honest, I’m a hetero guy, but I really try to be a good ally- and it ain’t no secret, lemme tell you why-

Sheridan: it’s because I love my wife, and my wife is bi.

Sheridan: also.

Sheridan: everyone on this station is SO gay. just. SO gay. all the time. my first wife? gay. my second wife’s false persona? gay. my wife? gay. the rest of the command staff? gay. ambassadors? gay. their attachés? even gayer. telepaths? gay. Rangers? gay. that Morden guy? gaaaaaaaay.

Sheridan: for the record, I mean that lovingly. just to be clear: I do support gay rights. and gay wrongs. just not from that Morden guy. or Bester.

[meticulousmaker]

Your pfp is very cool I love radioactive hazard symbols !!

THANKS hehe i love it too, that's why I've kept it so long!! It's from this post on r/queer vexillology

[ma1dita]

trouble always finds me

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader next -> entropy words: 1.7k  summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where he could tell you were trouble from the day he met you. Luke’s perspective on trouble & how they first met! think trouble’s origin story (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader) warnings: none, fluff? Mr. D being a clueless dad lol also guys they’re 14 here a/n: welcome back to the trouble!verse hehe i was inspired by Mr. D being a bit of a jerk to Percy so that the kid doesn’t off himself. Similar concept but with Luke after he first gets to camp (posted 1/19/24, erm unedited and not beta’d so forgive me in advance)

—

You were always trouble, Luke knew that from the day he met you. 

Walking into Camp Half-Blood, worn out and weary after days of trying to not become harpy food, his arm was slung protectively over Annabeth’s shoulder as they were led onto the campgrounds. So many pity-filled eyes were focused on them after hearing what happened to Thalia, but the camp seemed promising, filled with other demigods who can resonate with what they’ve experienced. Luke thought it was too good to be true, but anything’s better in comparison to the streets they came from. You, however, looked at them in interest from afar, a playful expression on a pretty face watching their every move like him and Annie were shiny new toys to play with.

He was so sure something was off with you. 

Had to be, from the deranged glimmer in your eye that would appear when something bad would happen at Camp. He’d seen it in action a couple of times before you set your sights on him— setting off fireworks during capture the flag, replacing salt with sugar in the kitchens, cutting Mr. D’s hair in his sleep; all of this causing campers and staff alike to run amok and figure out who to penalize. Each time he’d find you enjoying how it all played out, excitement brimming on the cusp of revealing yourself as the culprit as he watched you bite your tongue. But as a mischievous kid himself, he wondered why you hid it. You preferred to orchestrate the show, to make a spectacle for your personal entertainment, and with a smile too soft to be considered guilty, you were a convincing actress. 

The other campers in 11 told him you’d been unclaimed for half a year now, keeping to yourself and making a safe haven within the busy cabin. You were a klutz to say the least, bringing chaos to Camp Half-Blood with a cool disposition, and you hardly seemed interested the one time Luke tried to say hi as he took the bunk next to yours. 

So why the hell wouldn’t you lay off of him?

At first it was small, shoulder bumps and raised eyebrows whenever he piped up in a conversation. That, he could deal with. Luke’s a tough guy, having gone through more than a typical 14-year old would. 

But then it just got annoying.

Glitter in his shampoo, his laundry load dyed purple, and shoelaces knotted together to make him stumble— things meant to be more of an inconvenience rather than an actual problem. Luke wasn’t sure what to make of it, or what to tell you. No one wants to be the new kid creating trouble, but you didn’t seem to have a problem with that.

Maybe you were a Hermes kid like him, but of that, Luke wasn’t so easily convinced—months of living in 11 would mean you’d learn all of the tricks of the trade, so it couldn’t automatically mean that you were related (a part of him also hoped you weren’t be half-siblings, or else the fact he couldn’t stop thinking of you would be slightly awkward). Perhaps a child of Apollo? When you weren’t being difficult, he’s seen you sprinkled in sunlight, usually humming a tune under your breath. Yesterday it was a song from the Sound of Music, and though he only remembers bits of a memory from a movie night with his mom years ago, he put his combat gear on slower just to hear you finish the song. 

Whatever you were, it was bound to be troublesome.

—

At this point in life, Luke hasn’t had many comforts while on the run. To him there’s no such thing as action without reason, without meaning.  Five years of running and not looking back makes this son of Hermes realize that he hasn’t had a chance to take a breath until he got here. It’s hard to let down your guard when you’re always supposed to be keeping watch.

He wriggles under his covers trying to relax himself before bed, purple socks sticking out of the scrappy hand-me-down blanket, and he hears a small giggle from the bed next to his. Luke shifts his weight onto his side, eyes darting to your direction in the quiet of the dark cabin.

“Nice socks.”

He blinks. Were you talking to him? His toes wiggle playfully, prompting more of your melodious laughter as he chews at his lip before he responds.

“Guess I’m getting used to them.”

“You’re getting used to a lot of things around here. That’s good,” you whisper, and thinks he can see you concocting something sinister in that brain of yours—he’s on the edge of the mattress hanging onto your every word as he realizes this is the most you’ve spoken to him.

“You did this. Why?” he says, more of a statement than a question. Why would you go out of your way for someone like him?

“Are you mad about it? Luke, right?” you mutter, a calm expression on your face shrouded in moonlight, and for a second he wonders if you actually don’t know his name until he notices the upwards quirk of your lip. 

Luke catches himself then, and the realization hits him like a blow to the chest— he’s not angry at all. If anything, he hasn’t had the time to feel anything negative with the antics you’ve been pulling. You’ve proven to be quite the distraction to his circumstances, and he can’t remember the last time he’s thought about Thalia or his mom since he got here. The melancholy falls on his countenance like a better-fitting blanket than the one he has on, and your words pull him from his thoughts before they can suffocate him again.

“Sorry about your sister. I lost someone right before I got here too. My mom.” 

This, he can tell, is not acting. Your eyes flicker to a polaroid strapped in the space underneath the top bunk above your head, two blurry figures huddled together in a memory.

“I’m sorry.” He’s not sure what to say. In the silence that follows, he swallows audibly. Everyone’s been worried about Annabeth, including himself that he hadn’t even thought of his own emotions being on display for everyone to see. Luke never thought you of all people would notice.

You shrug, “S’not your fault. I know when people are acting though. If you know I’m the one who’s been starting shit, why haven’t you told anyone?”

Luke almost laughs at that, a rough exhale leaving his lungs as he watches your hands clutch your quilt.

“It’s pretty entertaining, I guess. You’re annoying, but I don’t mind it. Kept my mind off of things.”

He watches you smile in the shadows now, and it shines—all lips, teeth, and sheer mirth that makes his chest feel a little lighter. A real smile from you, one that doesn’t hide your true intentions.

“I’m glad. Mine too.” 

The next thing you do confuses him further, but from what he’s gathered you’re always full of surprises. You chuck your quilt across the space between your bunks, and the end of it smacks him in the face as he grunts.

“Here. Keep it,” you chuckle a bit loudly, the both of you hearing a Shhhhh… from somewhere in the dark cabin.

“What… Why? Are we friends now?” Luke mumbles jokingly, inhaling the soft scent of berries and fresh linen. His purple laundry load smelled like this too.

“No.”

“Then why are you giving me your stuff?” he says, but still curls up underneath the handmade quilt stitched from memories of a past life, of motherly love and gentle hands. He doesn’t have anything like this, so he settles into this feeling of comfort instead, even if it wasn’t his memory to hold. You go quiet at the sight of him, eyes fluttering and chin tucked into the pink and purple fabric, and he looks as soft as a normal 14 year old boy should.

“It’s getting boring in here. Gonna have to change it up soon, I think,” you mumble, turning away and shutting your eyes before he can say anything else.

—

The next day, you get caught putting a month’s supply of bubble bath into the lake, but Luke’s convinced you did it on purpose. All of camp is standing on the shore, watching you wave at them from a river tube as Chiron and Mr. D yell at you in exasperation—finally revealing yourself as the troublemaker they’ve been searching for.

“Get on the beach this instant, young lady! You have no idea how much trouble you’ve put us through!” Mr. D’s voice echoes across the lake, his immortal form almost filtering through his frustration before you laugh in his face, unthreatened by the Olympian.

“Good thing I get it from you. Hello, dad!”

Jaws drop as everyone turns to look at Mr. D, the realization hitting his face as he points at you, his brain moving a mile a minute. Though you resemble your mother, your actions are all him. You revel in the grand reaction, looking up to see a purple thyrsus surrounded by grape leaves float over your head.

“Nice outfit, kid. I don’t think purple is your color. She do that to you too?” Mr. D notes Luke’s wine colored cargos and socks clashing against the harsh orange of his shirt as he pushes past him, scratching his head at the idea of another kid. Poor guy said two was the limit in a lifetime and he gets a grinning teenage girl who dares him to do something about it. He hasn’t raised a lot of girls….

“I don’t know. I guess trouble always seems to find me,” Luke laughs lightly, watching kids of all ages jump into the bubbly lake water happily. The glowing ember of his eyes are relaxed for the first time in a while— an inviting flame catching your own as you stare at him from across the sudsy water. Trouble, he thinks, a smile settling onto his face—how fitting.

He’s spent a lot of time running. But perhaps this time, he’s finding reasons to want to stay.

—

"After all, we are nothing more or less than what we choose to reveal." - Sylvia Plath

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[cherrymogai]

[ID: A seven striped flag. The top three stripes are spiky, the bottom three are bumpy, and the center stripe is intersected by red cage-like bars. The stripes are maroon, dark red, red, bluish-black, coral, tangerine, and pale yellow. On the left flag, a circle in the center surrounds a golden symbol; a domed birdcage with folded wings in the shape of a heart. END ID.]

Canaric

(PT: Canaric)

A gender umbrella related to the metaphor of a canary in a coal mine. It feels trapped, like a bad omen meant to warn others of danger but never survive itself. It sings songs to soothe the hearts of the ones it holds dear, even when engulfed in the darkness. Maybe the canary is afraid of its fate, maybe it wants to escape the mine and be free. Or maybe it finds purpose in being the first to go when danger arrives, priding itself on saving people over and over again.

You're always the canary, never the miner. You're not the one who's going to make it out of this alive.

Other themes under this umbrella include:

Martyrdom

Fate, especially tragic fates

Impending doom

Entropy, the sense everything will inevitably fall apart

Being trapped, metaphorically or literally

Loss of freedom and autonomy

Sacrificial devotion that both keeps you going and destroys you

Being doomed by the narrative in some way

Time loops, cycles of violence, and other hopeless situations

Pushing through those situations, even when you know what will happen

CANARIN: Canaric-in-nature Canarine: Equivalent to masculine/feminine Canary: Equivalent to man/woman Nestling: Equivalent to boy/girl Canarynes: Term for genders under this umbrella

Tagging: @radiomogai

[cuprohastes]

The chant.

The Varshan Invaders had this thing: Unity.

They dropped Anjax, which was mostly just thirty farms raising the local safe-to-eat animals nicknamed Argnu.

The farmers had all read the briefing packets: If it's the Xss, the Dormavir, the Jince... run. Run n' hide. They'll eat you, literally eat you and that won't do you any good.

The Twon-hai, Gir and Tsush, they're slavers, they'll give up if you stand up to them. Expect up to 68% losses. Still better than what they'll do to you.

The Vershan, the On-dotir, the uHown or the Kelth... Jsut surrender, don't annoy them the Terran Colonial force wills how up and sort it, and there's a chance you can jsut persuade them to be chill and mark you down as Not For Conquering.

So anyway. The Varshan. They'll only take over if they think that the population are disUnified. It's their holy mission to reduce entropy via unity or something. They're pretty chill about it - Nobody gets sacrificed to the dark god, or put in the Castigation Pit - but it's a huge pain in the ass when you really need to be shipping Argnu Beef and not e.g. nonconsensually being inducted into an alien religion.

So they dragged everyone into one area and did their Unity Chant to show that they all were unified.

Then they sent thier guy out and planted a flag.

The next part is they grab some rando and tell them to "Show their Unity". This works well usually because you pick anyone form even a fairly smoothly integrated society and put them on the spot, they'll panic.

Which was why Jacinta Omura, 45, admin, completely bewildered, was dragged out in front of everyone she knew.

So she looks at the aliens who are all looking smug having done thier weird Haka, looks back at the crowd of farmers, and shippers and what-not... And it's her time to shine.

She strieks a pose, head down, one arm up, wide stance.

Everyone in the front row behind her are like OK Jace has flipped her burger here.

But then she starts to sing... Well chant. Not well, not nearly loud enough...

"Buddy, you're a boy," she says, voice breaking. She swallows and adds "make a big noise... Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday."

Now her voice is getting a little more confident.

About this time the crowd behind her has started to pick up on what she's doing, and there's a ripple of people starting to back her up: The rows behind them catching on.

"You got mud on your face, you're a big disgrace - Kicking your can all over the place, singin'..."

She lifts both arms like she's conducting, and behind her there's the entire colony: clap-clap stomp, Clap-clap stomp, shaking the ground, singing, as one:

"We will, we will rock you! We will, we will rock you"

Well the Vershan were kind of impressed, because hey that ticks the box, and also, style points there. So they loaded up on Argnu meat at a good price so show no hard feelings and went off on their holy crusade to annoy everyone.

And that's how Freddie Mercury saved Anjax.

[girldraki]

lmfao

excited for the imminent end of the novel where i can point and jeer at the resources offered due to my poisoned heart and also a basic ability to identify trends in sysocial media (bad)

[disabledstraydogs]

Memes for when you headcanon your faves as having a disability.

Links to all flags are under the cut, text transcript is in the alt of the image.

If you want one of a specific disability/symptom feel free to ask!

Flags in order:

Disabled (general)

General mobility aid flag by spaghettimakesflags

Disabled (general)

EDS flag by themogaidragon

ME/CFS flag by lesbianayda

Epilepsy flag by spaghettimakesflags

DID/OSDD flag by the entropy system

Striped schizophrenia flag by psychotic-pisces with the original flag being by madprideflags.

BPD flag by ptsdsafe

Autism flag by unknown (?)

ADHD flag by Reinrein

Tourette's flag by first-sight-and-second-thoughts

[m1lkt00th]

entropy, fallacy and trance four am doodles

[ID: Drawing of Ink Sans (Entropy) standing with a cheeky expression. Dust and his ghostly brother are shown at the bottom of the image. /End ID.]

[ID:Drawing of Dream sans (Fallacy) with a disgruntled expression and their wings partially folded. Nightmare sans (Trance) is to the right of Dream with their tentacles behind them. A nonbinary flag is between the both of them. /End ID.]

[spiraldevs]

Mistjammic —

✶ A (xeno)gender connected to, influenced by, or best explained by Mistral Jamboree, wind flight's holiday, from Flight Rising.

naming: "mistjam" (mistral jamboree), "-ic" (pertaining to)

for @felidaety's coining prompt, "seasons/seasonal"

flight sigil credit

[anendoandfriendo]

"Fuck your online discourse" actually, no, we do think the halloween DID flag shouldn't be used but it's not because of some bullshit like "waah it's just a recolor" it's because the system that created that flag is a huge fucking racist and ableist last we checked, and we never saw ant kind of apology for being racist and ableist to endogenic systems. We never saw them stop being anti-endogenic or anti-Black (because let's be honest, Black endogenic systems specifically would be the ones most affected and hurt by this).

Like, we know people have forgotten by now, but we were THERE just before TPA became a thing, when systems like The Entropy System were fully mask-off in their bigotry (we call anti-endogenics facsists because of the personal experience of having the not-pleasure of seeing shit like the above link lmao), and such other things. We used to be very visible on Twitter as an endogenic system who's seen this shit but it was kind of taking over 99% of our focus when we were working retail instead of working at home, so we ended up tapering it away.

[xxcalicofemmexx]

did/osdd pride wallpapers! ft. the entropy halloween flag!

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

What are your favourite CM episodes? Buuut one episode per character!

OOOH fun

Starting off with our favorite, our boy:

Luke: Honestly, probably 16.10 "Dead End." For one thing, he made the Sicarius arrest!! Plus he found and saved Rossi, and I'm not going to soon forget "if we lean on each other" and "the heart wants what it wants."

And now I'm just going in order of what i think of

Penelope: 7.8, "Hope." That's the episode where she helps find a woman from her support group who was taken by the man who kidnapped her daughter, and was also at the support group. She was amazing in that episode

Tara: 13.9 "False Flag." My favorite episode, and Tara was so amazing and I love her so much

JJ: 7.24 "Run." I fucking LOVED watching her fight Izzy, and I loved the Willifer wedding. It's one of my favorite season finales (season 7 is probably my favorite as a whole)

Gideon: 1.14 "Ride the Lightning." Yes it makes me sob. Yes it's great.

Matt: 15.3 "Spectator Slowing." This is the one where he's at home with all his kids and plays games and cooks with them and it's so cute.

Reid: I'd say 11.11 "Entropy." That truly is a MASTERFUL episode.

Emily: It's a tie. 15.4 "Saturday." I love chill Emily. Also she was totally making eyes at Tara in that episode and I'm here for it. Also, 4.3 "Minimal Loss." The way she protected Reid and saved things from inside was so amazing.

Morgan: 7.18 "Foundation." This is when he befriends a victim, a young boy named Angel, who went through a lot of what Morgan went thrugh as a kid. Yes i cry but so what i love soft Morgan

Rossi: 14.8 "Ashley." This is the episode where he proposes to Krystall!! And it makes me so happy and it's great and he deserves happiness i'm so glad he and krystall are both alive and well

Hotch: 10.5 "Boxed In." This is when he meets the drag queen (?) friend of Penelope's and gets the Darth Vader costume for Jack. I love Dad Hotch.

Elle: 1.5 "Broken Mirror." She literally steps on a man. That's all I have to say.

Alex: 8.10 "The Lesson." This is when she has the "why wouldn't she like you?" conversation with Reid

Kate: 10.1 "X." Right from the beginning i loved her. She was so funny and badass and I miss her

[multiplicity-positivity]

Here’s to those who are sys4sys!

(Image description is under the cut since it's very long!)

Sys4sys relationships can be so joyful, fulfilling, and complex, with unique ways of understanding each other and building community together. It’s okay to seek out or only be interested in relationships with other systems!

We hope those of you with partner systems can flourish and blossom in each other’s love! And to those of you without partner systems who want one, we hope that soon you will find a system that will love and cherish yours unconditionally!

Flag credits:

plural flag by @kenochoric-moved

neurogenic, adaptive, endogenic, traumagenic, spontaneous, and multigenic flags by grey skies

osdd flag by the bastard system

did flag by the entropy system

plural journey flag by treblesand

paragenic flag by plurgai

willogenic flag by anonymous

median flag by @kenochoric-moved (we believe)

plural peafowl flag by @m0dem0n

polyfragmented flag by @voidestral

(Image ID:) A pale orange userbox with a cluster of multicolored flowers for the userbox image. The border and text are both dark orange, and the text reads “all plurals can interact with this post!” (End ID.)

(Image ID:) A drawing of a cluster of differently sized hearts colored as multiple plural flags on a light pink background. Among the plural hearts are small, fuchsia heart outlines and the words “Sys4Sys is BEAUTIFUL!” in fuchsia bubble letters. The individual flag descriptions are:

Plural: horizontal dark purple, purple, cornflower blue, light green, and light yellow stripes

Neurogenic: horizontal blue, light blue, white, light pink, and dark pink stripes

Adaptive: diagonal stripes with three shades of pink from dark to light, a white stripe, and three shades of green from light to dark

OSDD: horizontal dark gray, light blue, light green, and yellow stripes

DID: horizontal white, orange, and black stripes

Endogenic: horizontal dark purple, light purple, white, light green, and forest green stripes

Plural Journey: horizontal green, cerulean, purple, and black stripes

Traumagenic: horizontal dark yellow, yellow, white, light blue, and blue stripes

Paragenic: horizontal lavender, light blue, pink, purple, and black stripes

Willogenic: horizontal blue-green, light green, light yellow, light purple, and purple stripes

Multigenic: horizontal purple, periwinkle, white, light green, and blue stripes

Spontaneous: diagonal stripes with three shades of green from dark to light, a white stripe, and three shades of brown from light to dark

Median: horizontal indigo, purple, orange, light orange, and green stripes

Peafowl Plural: horizontal navy, blue, slate-blue, light green, lime green, and yellow stripes

Polyfragmented: horizontal dark purple, purple, blue, and pale green stripes (END ID.)

[foxgirl87]

Alright funny introduction post time

[PLEASE READ!!!!!!]

Hii I’m FoxGirl87, but you can call me Fox! I’m Placiosexual and a cishet woman :3 I love talking about things so be ready to see a lot of yapping

My pfp was made by my friend Adrian (I added the tinted Placiosexual flag)

QUICK DNI: Pro/com/darkshippers, pedophiles, groomers, zoophiles, ableists, furry haters, homophobes, transphobes, racists, radfems, and sexiests

[NOTE: There’s occasional kinky stuff on here, so just be weary of that!!]

Fandoms I’m in

Portal

The Walten Files

We Happy Few

Warrior Cats

Gravity Falls

TF2 (mainly Emisis Blue)

Half-life (Not really in the fandom I just know a lot of lore)

FNaF

Undertale

Deltarune

Utopia

Entropy Zero

Khonjin House

Petscop

Yumi Niki

Rain World

Marble Hornets

Fallout (mainly the TV show)

Breaking Bad

Parkour Civilization

Mouthwahsing (ig)

Scoob and Shag

Darkwood

Severance

Forsaken

School Spirts (I GUESS)

(Silly core line made by @roomwithavoid)