#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

[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.

[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.]

[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!

[spiraldevs]

does anyone have a working link to the gendervirtual/genderdigital flag template/seperate layers? the link on the original post is dead

[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.)

[ohnoitsz1m]

Happy pride everypony

Im dying of art block so this is all i got,,, pride flags colorpicked off of various things im really annoying about

This specific metrocop model is from entropy zero 👍 i was too lazy to disable my entropy zero addons when getting pictures of these guys in gmod plus i like the glowing eyes anyways. Very cool.

[girldragongizzard]

Epilogue 2: Valentine's Day

The afternoon walk from Fairport Communications Company inc. (Printers) to Meghan's coffee shop is meditative today.

The sky is mostly blue, with those smallish clouds that look like cartoonists had something to do with them. And, that means that in about an hour and a half, when the sun sets and starts turning things pink, the whole sky is likely to become a trans pride flag of sorts for a moment.

Everything feels light and relaxed. Even the birds, which are usually fighting with each other over scraps, or dodging a particular dragon, are chill and just chatting with each other.

There is a moment of absurdity, though, when Chapman comes within three blocks of Mandy's Botanical Hand Basket, which mostly sells flowers. The thick flow of almost entirely cis het men to and from that shop is almost identical to the behavior of ants, as if the shop is the colony. With just a few things reversed, since they're taking bouquets away from the central location, rather than to it. But most of them are following the same trails as the others, because there are only a few parking lots nearby, and all the street parking is full.

Upon first seeing this phenomenon, which sie has definitely seen many times before, Chapman can't help but stop to watch it.

Courting rituals are an ancient tradition across all the species that exhibit sexual reproduction. And, really, Chapman has seen it all. But there is something about experiencing this particular ritual while also inhabiting a human body, especially one that isn't obligated to participate on either end of it. There's this weird mix of feelings. The feeling of, "this is what my people do," combined with the feeling of, "they don't want me to be a part of it," and, "thank Entropy I'm not!"

Because of hir experience of recently growing up in this culture and in this time, Chapman hasn't been immune to the socialization surrounding Valentine's day in any way. Sie remembers first experiencing the day when buying mass printed cards for all of hir classmates in first grade. Sie also remembers receiving flowers from a boy as a senior in high school, despite the fact that sie had already come out as asexual and non-binary at the time. But, sie has always been seen and treated as an outsider to it by most people, and knew that hir developmental path as someone inhabiting a human body would be one that deviated from the norm.

And as sie stands now, no cis het man is likely to feel obligated to buy hir flowers or chocolate, and none of hir partners have expressed a desire to receive them.

Though, Meghan, being a dragon, will almost certainly always appreciate a gift of some sort. She hasn't talked about that much, but every time someone has given her a gift, Chapman has noticed a particular gleam in her eye and a restless resettling of her posture that indicates some kind of excitement. And it's totally within the history and makeup of dragons to yearn for gifts.

The problem is that Meghan doesn't really have much space to keep anything. So most gifts for her work best if they're food, or consumable in some way. But Rhoda's apartment would probably have room for flowers.

Huh.

Chapman wonders if sie is seriously considering participation in the activities of that throng of compelled men over there.

Flowers really would be a good idea. Meghan is a trans woman, after all, still within her first year of coming out. She should get to experience that. If the flowers have any sort of a scent, she's going to find tasting it on the air interesting. And, again, Rhoda will appreciate them, too, probably. Probably.

Sometimes, flowers are really a bother, or feel pointless. But Rhoda will almost certainly understand even if she doesn't care for them herself.

But maybe not chocolates.

Maybe…

Sushi.

Oh.

That would be another bouquet of scents for Meghan, and a kind of food that would be easy on her digestive system and full of nutrients. And it might be closer to what her body needs than what she's been eating lately. That tail barb has always struck Chapman as something useful for catching fish.

And a sushi party would be so good!

Hm.

OK, fight for the flowers first, then grab sushi from the Co-op on the way to the cafe. It'll make hir late, but then it'll give hir a chance to mix it up with the guys, which should be amusing.

Chapman straightens the skirt of hir heart print dress, adjusts hir waistcoat, then flicks the brim of hir top hat, and steps into the fray.

—

Rhoda's been in and out of the shop all day, checking in on people she knows at times they're usually there. And Kimberly has just not left the place, even though her shift has been long over.

The girl is practically melted in her seat against the wall and draped across a third of her table, with hooded eyes and the kind of relaxed grin of someone stoned and amused by a particularly complicated dust mote. But as far as Rhoda knows, she hasn't popped outside for a smoke. She's been in that spot, in that pose, ever since she clocked out and flopped there, apron still on.

Occasionally, someone will ask her how she's doing and she'll say, "Yes!"

There's an untouched to-go cup full of cappuccino on the table near her right hand.

Now, since Meghan has extended her rounds to include the territories of her favorite neighbors, she can be expected to be gone until late afternoon. And she'd said something about trying to return around 4:30 to meet her and Chapman, which is why Rhoda's here now. But neither dragon nor Artist have shown up yet.

So, after ordering and receiving her tea, Rhoda chooses to sit at Meghan's favorite table, facing the door, which puts her right in front of Kimberly.

Then she looks slyly over at the off-shift barista and observes, "You've been like this for two days now."

"Woof," says Kimberly. And then she breaks into uncontrollable soft giggles that jerk her whole body just a little bit.

It was a full moon the night of the twelfth. So, for the whole time that the moon was visible in the sky, Kimberly got to be a big poodle. And from what Rhoda understands, she just spent the whole time lying around her apartment because she forgot to arrange for someone to come give her a walk or something. But clearly that was just wonderful.

"So, that was a good choice for you, then?" Rhoda asks.

"Oh, yes. I think so," Kimberly says, without moving or opening her eyes any further. "I do think so."

Although she herself does not understand the need to be a dog, even for a short time, or what it's like to be a dragon, Rhoda finds herself wanting to cry over it anyway. In happiness for Kimberly, and in sadness for those who won't get the chance to be their true selves. But, here in public she chokes that back, and says, simply, "I'm so glad."

Watching the world become this new thing, a place where the secret, the spiritual, the soulful, and the fantastical can become something physical in a way that was never, ever before possible, has been a powerful experience. One that shakes her heart deeply, every day. And, even though she's somehow supposedly the catalyst for this transformation of reality itself, she somehow feels more like an observer. An auntie watching her nieces and nephews coming of age and reaching for the stars and actually grabbing them successfully.

And she thinks she is really so fine with that, honestly.

She really can't wrap her mind around the idea that she's the incidental center of it all. She'll take the protection that offers, but she's not sure she can ever fully believe it. Better to be a person amongst people. And if everyone else is more relaxed and happy because they get to be who they are, so much the better.

It's nice, and maybe today can be another good one.

And then Nathan has to have the audacity, during a lull between customers, to look up from the till and ask, "So, Rhoda? What are you all doing for Valentine's day?"

"What?" the word leaps from her mouth before she's even aware that she's uttering it. "We all for what, now?"

"It's the fourteenth," he says.

"Yes?" she prompts him, narrowing her eyes.

"Valentine's Day."

"Please don't say those words together again," she tells him, spearing him with a meaningful stare.

"OK," he says. "But you are aware you've got yourself a girlfriend who's experiencing this day for the first time as a girl, and she's a dragon, and she has a personfriend who has a lot of experience with this sort of thing."

"You do not have to lecture me, young man," she quips. She's pretty sure he's older than she is, but he deserves it right now. "She can get the lovey dovey shit from me every other day of the year, and I'm not withholding it today – mind you – but I ain't having nothin' to do with this." She gestures at the world expansively. "Got it?"

"Got it," Nathan says. "That's fair. It's a shitty day for a lot of people. Forget I brought it up."

"Thank you." She appreciates he doesn't delve any further or ask anything, and that Kimberly is too out of it to get into it too. She'd rather not recount that part of her history.

"Want a day old?" Nathan asks, holding up a plastic wrapped cookie with a look on his face that's not not a smirk. "It's on me."

"Is that a snicker doodle?" she asks, squinting at it.

"Yep!"

"You do know the way to an old woman's heart," she says, reaching her hand out across the room to wait to receive it.

"It's my pleasure, young lady," he says, taking a few steps out from the counter to place it in her hand. And then, in the process, he sees Kimberly out of the corner of his eye and stops to look at her. "And you, my dear, should go home. Have you even touched your cappuccino?"

"Huh?" Kimberly raises an eyebrow and cracks an eye open to peer at him. Her hand that's near her drink doesn't even twitch.

Nathan steps up to her, to loom over her, fists on hips, and fills his gruff, stern voice full of mirth to say, "You know, we need these seats for paying customers. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to move along."

"Wrong coffee shop," Kimberly snorts.

"You got me there," Nathan says. "You need anything, kiddo? You doin' alright?"

"Like a… big bowl of water, maybe?" Kimberly asks.

"You got it," Nathan chuckles. And then he says over his shoulder as he goes to get the drink, "But you're getting one of the big cups, because the salad bowl's claimed and its owner is due any minute."

"Oh, of course. Thank you!"

"OK," Rhoda says, placing the cookie down on the table next to her tea, and turns to Kimberly. "I'll bite. What's it like?"

Kimberly perks up, sitting up straight and stretching, her eyes widening, "Oh, OK." She looks up at the ceiling for a moment, jaw slack, then says, "So, it happens more than just the one night. It doesn't have to be a completely full moon, so I get the effects for like, six to seven days a month. Which, for me, is like, I guess I get to call it my period or something. And that's pretty fun. But, then. For several hours each night, I don't have to worry about shit, Rhoda. Nothing." Then she tilts her head and stares at something in the middle of the room, and furrows her brow a little. "OK, I do need to worry about shit, specifically, and pee. But nothing else. Like, I don't have thumbs. It's fucking great."

"Do you notice a difference in the way you think and feel?"

"Well, I'm still me, if that's what you're asking," Kimberly says, leaning forward with elbows on knees. "But, yeah, like. I'm colorblind when I'm a poodle, and that's different. I notice that. And everything smells different. My whole body's different, too, and I feel a big relief from that, actually. It's so freeing. But I haven't really been around people yet, so I have no idea if I understand, like, words, or anything like that. But when I have to make decisions and shit, I'm just me. I know what I'm doing. I think the part I don't like is the loneliness. But I've never liked that. I need to find some cool roommates."

"Do you think you'd get along with another dog?"

"Sure! Maybe? Depends on the dog, of course. Same with people."

And then Kimberly's head twitches as something behind Rhoda, outside, catches her attention. So Rhoda turns to see.

All the tension and stiffness in her body loosens, and all the coldness in her bones warms, as she watches Meghan land on the corner across the street. A fizzy golden light rises in her being from her heart to her head.

Meghan in the afternoon sun truly is like a piece of heraldry in stained glass come to life, the indigo diamonds along her back glowing almost as strongly as her eyes. The way that her muscles and bones work together under her gleaming scales to accept the weight of her body and fold those intricate wings safely against her back, is as beautiful a sight as any other creature on Earth. And the way her head snakes around on that swan-like neck to peer into the window of the shop, to see if she, Rhoda, is already here, conveys the eagerness between people. To make a reconnect after a time apart, even if was just a day.

Yeah, that's her dragon.

Already her mind is slipping into the patterns of planning what they'll do together. The things to share and talk about. The work she's done on her book, the passages she's eager to share with her partner. To hear word from around the city, to learn what their friends are up to. Which tea to drink tonight. And maybe talk about what camera to save up for, someday, to get back into photography maybe.

Meghan is getting a bit big. She'll have to take her protective coloration, as she likes to put it, to get through a door. But that just makes her a more formidable doorstop when she's asleep at night, and Rhoda likes that, too.

There isn't much that she doesn't like about Meghan right now, and a whole lot that brings her joy and excitement, and she knows that's a distortion. Seeing only the good because things are going so well for once, like at the beginning of a relationship. But she'll take it for as long as she feels it.

It's been too long.

—

There's Rhoda in the coffee shop, in my spot.

She knows that's where I like to sit, so I can watch the other customers as they walk in and order their drinks, but she got to it first fair and square. She's waiting for me!

I now what the day is and how she feels about it. We talked about that a long time ago, and how the abuse from her ex has made it hard for her.

So, our goal is to treat it like any other day between the two of us, and I'm so cool with that. I never really thought of it as my holiday, either. I gave up on it a long, long time ago. And then I started seeing all the commercial pressure heaved upon men to perform for it, and honestly, it felt contrary to absolutely everything I'd been taught about feminist theory and fighting the tyranny of the division of the genders and binary sexism.

Also, we're not truly a romantic couple, are we?

We're something different, I think. An autistic ace dragon and her wise woman. We're certainly not doing anything straight, in any case. It's a friendship, of course, at the very least. Though it's definitely more than friendship, too, and has room to grow.

Before the dracomorphosis, cross species relationships were always referred to as pets, service animals, charges, and things like that. But the vast majority of us dragons have human parents and human relationships of all sorts. Some say we're the children of humans, and humans are the parents of dragons. And though I know that that's not truly the case, it's close enough to help everyone feel a bit better about how it all might work.

Now, related to that, it turns out, of course, that for the Southern hemisphere dracomorphosis happened just before their mating season. So we actually now know something of what to expect about that, since those of us up North calmed down enough from our own turmoil to read up on their experiences. It was chaos for them, because there was the political upheaval around all that at the same time as millions of horny dragons started courting everything.

I think I've got a better handle on my instincts now than I did a few months ago. I'm feeling prepared for it. So, I think I can ultimately restrain myself when necessary.

But, Hailing Scales as Chapman would say, I sure as fuck can't keep myself from skipping and strutting when I see that look in Rhoda's eyes!

To try to contain it, I start to put on my royal ball gown of starlight halfway through the crosswalk, feeling the weight of that tiara settling into my braided hair. But it doesn't help all that much.

I bounce lightly on bare feet up to the front door and open it with a flourish.

"No shoes, no service!" Nathan calls out to me, the smirk on his face betraying the joke.

I am the one exception to that.

"Hi, Rhoda," I say, and curtsy in front of her on my way to the counter, pulling the bottom of my dress out wide and high between thumbs and middle fingers, pinkies flared. And then I twirl to the counter and relax out of the camouflage, claws clicking on the floor. "The yooj," I chirp.

"You got it," Nathan says and turns to reach for my stainless steel salad bowl. "Put it on your account?"

"Yes," I confirm, and then hop over to our table, pushing the chair aside to settle down into what's usually Rhoda's spot. Then I pull my third tablet, a brand new one, out of my third purse, a near identical replacement for my last one, and put it on the table in front of me. And as I'm turning it on, Rhoda speaks.

"You took your time," she says. "Everything OK out there in Dragonland?"

I notice the huge stupid grin on Kimberly's face as I lift my knuckle to do my typing. And I spare her a thought, mentally congratulating her on her second transition. I'm so glad it's going so well for her. It gives me so much hope for others, and I feel an echo of her euphoria as a kind of compersion.

"Well," I say. "Astraia and Caleb trying get me play D2R with them, but need gaming rig. I had explain that."

"I don't even…" Rhoda starts to say, then her gaze lifts up as the door chimes again with the entrance of someone else.

My head twitches to the side enough to put them in the center of my right eye's vision.

I see a heavily laden pride striped grocery bag with a huge bouquet of roses and lilies above that, swaying precariously through the door in front of a gray and black top hat with a red and white heart print dress, and a pair of self decorated Doc Martins. Of course there's a person in there.

Before I can piece the visual clues together, my tongue lashes out to taste the air, and in addition to the scents of the coffee shop I pick up fresh fish, vinegared rice, wasabi, soy sauce, the flowers, and…

It's Chapman!

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[image IDs: the right is a 6 stripe flag. The stripes are dark purple, medium purple, light purple, pink, peach then orange.

the left is a 6 stripe flag with the meanings for each flag written on them. The dark purple stripe says "dissociative experiences." The medium purple stripe says "unity, working together." The light purple stripe says "kindness for ones self and others." The pink stripe says "protecting ones system." The peach stripe says "making healthy compromises." The orange stripe says "functional multiplicity." END ID]

Complex Dissociative Disorder Pride Flag AKA: Twilight system flag, Twilight CDD flag

this is a pride flag meant to combine the orange from Entropy System's flag with other colours which have nicer meanings. i've named it the twilight flag :) it is free to use by anyone with a Complex Dissociative Disorder that also identifies as a system or multiple, but is not meant to replace Entropy's flag or any other CDD flag please credit me if using! i do not allow reposts to any archives, pinterest boards, or wikias