#should I tag it as hermitshipping? idk-
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blitheringbongus · 2 years ago
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Also I wanted to do a lyrics comic thing for Scarian in the traffic series but lost motivation (these aren’t all the panels, just the ones I liked)
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coldturkeybabe · 6 months ago
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when u do sketches of one character and ur two faves somehow invade the page
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theminecraftbee · 8 months ago
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can i request three somehow forced into a fake dating situation
Three stares directly into Martyn’s eyes. They are blue and of an average size. It feels as though maybe this should be against the rules, but according to the book it had read, this was… normal. A normal thing to do on a date. Look deeply into someone’s eyes. It would not be suspicious at all, even though Three isn’t really sure how to look more or less deeply into anyone’s eyes at all. Eyes are not flat, but even when Three Looks, it isn’t as though there is anything interesting in there.
Martyn is sweating somewhat. He looks away first.
Three’s pretty sure this counts as a victory, especially given Martyn can’t see Three’s face behind the mask anyway. It is good Three has now won the game of ‘staring lovingly into its date’s eyes’, because that had been a strange, threatening mortal ritual. It would rather not do that again.
“Haha, thanks again for agreeing to this date,” Martyn says, very suspiciously looking around the small cafe in a bustling semi-private Origins server. “It’s been so long since we’ve gotten to hang out like this. Gods, do I sound stupid.”
“You do,” Three says.
“You don’t have to answer those,” Martyn says.
“Will comply,” Three says.
“Oh, for the love of—we’re on a date. A date!” Here, Martyn winks obnoxiously. “It’s not a mission.” He winks obnoxiously again. “Besides, you should lighten up!”
“Will comply,” Three says.
“You know, I had forgotten how obnoxious that was,” Martyn says cheerfully. “Anyway, I should order us some drinks! Have some conversation! Keep an eye out around us, yeah, for our waiter?”
“You are not very subtle,” Three says.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Martyn says. “Besides, honestly? I am really glad to just hang out with you. Because we’re dating! On this server for fancy couples. Yep.”
The problem is, of course, that a fancy origins server is a great place for the strangest of people to hide.
When Martyn had asked a favor, Three had been… uncertain. This was not because Three doesn’t care for Martyn—it does, greatly—or because Three didn’t want to see Martyn—they’d met up a few times before now, tentative and quiet and frustrated and all the things that were hard to explain, and then in all the ways they were okay again—but because Martyn, for all Three cares for him, is still an idiot.
Three is its own handler, now. It does not have to follow handlers that are morons. It had told Martyn this. When Martyn had stopped wheezing, he’d explained that it’d be fun. Not Listener business, he promised; he still hadn’t quite gotten out, but he wouldn’t drag Three in, Scout’s honor.
(Three believes him. It’s never been that Three doesn’t trust him.)
It was a friend of Martyn’s that had gone missing. Apparently, on some fancy modded server? And now, Martyn wanted Three to come help him do some recon because, quote, “Jimmy laughed at me until he cried and that hurt me a little bit, not going to lie, and I’ve used up the favors Ren owes me, and Oli was busy. Have you met Oli? You’d like Oli.”
(Three did not like Oli.)
Three agreed, despite its better judgement. The reason it thought this may be a poor plan was because—
“Ah, the lovely Valentines,” the waiter says. He gives them a plate of lovely heart-shaped calamari. Three wonders if they had belonged to heart-shaped squid. “It’s a lovely evening, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s wonderful here with my beloved!” Martyn says.
The waiter and Martyn both look at Three. Three doesn’t say anything and sits perfectly still.
“Um,” the waiter says.
“It’s for a health condition,” Martyn says, which technically isn’t a lie.
“Very well, sirs, although it may get in the way of the kissing competition!”
Martyn, who had just started sipping some wine, chokes on it.
“I will win the kissing competition,” Three says.
Martyn chokes harder.
“I will see you to it!” the waiter says. “And of course, our patented species comparability exam is the highlight of the evening.”
“Oh. I am not sure I can produce viable offspring,” Three says.
The waiter stares at Three. Three stares back, although not into the waiter’s eyes, as to not cause any confusion. The mask somewhat prevents that from working, though.
“Very well then,” the waiter says. “I suppose just—do you need help?”
“It knows what it’s doing,” Martyn hisses.
“I did do research before coming here,” Three says.
“I’ll just head on,” the waiter says, in a tone that suggests to Three that maybe it did not do enough research before agreeing to help Martyn.
Oh well.
At least the mask means it doesn’t have to keep a straight face as it picks Martyn off the ground and, completely flat in tone, says: “Do not die. I would be sad if you died of something as stupid as choking on wine.”
“I asked for this,” Martyn says.
“Yes,” Three says. “You did. That is why I am here.”
(Beneath the table, it grabs Martyn’s hand. Martyn squeezes Three’s hand back. It had missed him, though. For all they do not see each other often—)
(Well. It had missed him, though.)
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badgebadge314 · 4 months ago
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There is a mention of the rendoc marriage in a video and that actually makes me so happy
Up until this point (skizz's newest ep) it was only mentioned in streams and that somewhat annoyed me cuz it was like,, only people that are really invested so they watch streams/vods and such knew about it but now it's actually mentioned *in video* which puts it way more on the forefront and that actually makes me really happy.
If it makes sense,, to me it's like the difference the creator of a show confirming a character's queer on a panel or something similar v actually explicitly showing them as queer in the show, y'know?
Also I'm really happy ren Just Calls Doc His Husband
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siracethegreat · 7 months ago
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noooo tango don't be sad hug your emotional support large guy !!!!
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aries-of-spades · 3 months ago
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You made me dance in the kitchen with you.
Practicing two of my least favorite things(interractive poses and backgrounds[especially house interiors]) with HEX. 'Cause why not?
I'm actually really proud of how it came out.
also, not sure how to figure out the layout of a kitchen? Just use your own as a reference. No one will know... unless you tell them of course, like I'm doing now...
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rosenbergamot · 8 months ago
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Something about a bottle of vodka that (almost) jogs your memory
“Scar…” Grian’s exasperated voice rings through monopoly mountain. He quickly peeks down into the first level. His friend is holding the bottle of vodka he had managed to find ages ago. “Where on earth did you find this. How on earth did you find this. What even are you doing with this.” 
None of his ‘questions’ are actually questions; his inflection does not go up, as Grian is not actually curious as to where he got the alcohol, rather he is tired of his shenanigans and trying desperately not to lose his mind. Scar kicks his feet and giggles, his hair leaking over and dangling in the air. 
“Why, I got it from the village, of course! Before I burnt down that house— you remember the one, don’t you, Grian? It seems those pesky villagers knew how to distill alcohol. Have you ever seen that before, Grian? Distilling alcohol? In a village? It’s madness!” 
Grian’s beady little eyes glare up at him from the ground floor. “Scar, I don’t think either of us have seen villagers before we got here. There’s not much we’ve seen.” 
Of course they have. They’ve had to. It was only natural— he knows it in his heart. But they can’t remember this fact. When Scar tries to hold onto the memory, it floats away from him. Things he should know dissolve between his fingers. Things he shouldn’t know linger on the back of his neck. 
He picks up his cane and walks downstairs. The slats of the window are tiny but if one squints and tilts their head in the right direction, then they can see the entire desert and forest sprawled out in front of them. The sands sometimes hold their footprints until the wind blows them away, covers the paths they’ve taken. They’re still working on building up a cactus wall as defense. 
The sandstone awards them a bit of coolness in the day. At night it becomes unbearable, as they both flock upstairs to try and conserve as much heat as possible. There’s always a careful distance they keep from each other in the day, but during the night it becomes impossible to do so. When Grian grumbles and pushes his nest towards Scar’s sleeping bag, curls up right next to him and nudges at his arms until they open and he can be enveloped by him, that’s when Scar truly feels like he’s back to being a person again. 
If they could mend the self inflicted rift that exists in the daytime… well, maybe Scar wouldn’t feel so prone to drinking. As it stands, though, Grian’s found his bottle of alcohol and he is not looking impressed.
“Say, have you ever had a drink before?” He asks as he peels the bottle out of Grian’s hand. He smells like the sun. He’s been out all day. 
Grian scoffs, his pretty features twisting a bit as he obviously thinks about it. “Of course I have! I-- well, I haven’t had one here, but I can only imagine I have before. In another life.”
In another life. If only they got to have that. Another life seems like an intangible dream. 
He hums thoughtfully. He’s only had a few drinks from this bottle. Just enough to stave off the gnawing anxiety and bloodlust that grows underneath his skin everyday. 
He starts to toss the bottle from hand to hand, watching the way the liquid inside jostles. “The taste was at least a little bit familiar to me when I tried some. I’ve definitely had it before! No clue when. I wonder what I liked to drink before I got here? That guy… the other me. I wonder what he was like.” 
He laughs but it doesn’t have much humour. 
And Grian’s eyes look softer when he finally peels his stare away from the droplets racing down the bottle. “Yeah, it would seem that bits of our past bled through into this life. Like, I can’t resist pressing a button or flicking a lever no matter how dangerous it may be. Other me must’ve been a right moron, don’t know how I lived to be… here.” A hum. “And redstone makes me… sad. As if I’ve lost something close to me. Something really important." His face falls. “I don’t get it.” 
Normally Grian only gets like this when the sun falls. Normally he’s guarded, witty, sharp; and Scar is much the same, each of them trying so desperately to preserve what little bits of dignity they have left here. Prideful people. Pride is such a sin, he can see it now. 
He sits down, stares at the swirling shapes of the sandstone on the wall. “Sometimes I can feel my brain try to remember my memories. Things important to me. People important to me. But it’s like there’s a… a block.” 
A strange warble comes from Grian. He makes those sounds sometimes-- bird sounds, that is, which makes a lot of sense given that he is a hybrid, but they only happen in specific circumstances. They’re different each time, from chirps to melodies to whistles to clicks. It happens when he’s bored, when he snuggles up next to Scar at night, when he accidentally hurts himself, when Pizza is being extra cute.
This sound is sad. It rings in his chest. 
“I’ve tried to ignore it.” Is what he admits after a few minutes. “I, um… grabbing this gave me one of those feelings like you described. It was as if I’d done this before. Not just with anyone. With you...” His voice gets real quiet at the end. 
Scar fights to keep his voice even as he responds. “Do… do you think we knew each other before?” Before we got thrown into hell. 
For Scar, the answer to that question is obvious: yes. He felt it as soon as he saw all of them. He felt something deep in his chest when he saw Grian, flashes of memories trying to bubble up to the surface but unable to. When Bdubs first spoke to him, he felt an immediate instinct to comment on his height-- which would have been very rude of him! They’d just met, after all!
Except they hadn’t. They’d known each other before. An election. A moon. A home. What even is he trying to remember? 
“I…” Another sound worms its way out of Grian. It’s more desperate, uncomfortable. He laughs it off awkwardly. “Can I try a sip of that alcohol? I think I suddenly need it.”
For the first time since they began talking, Scar really looks at Grian. His face is tight with stress, eyes shiny, nose flaring. His feathers are all fanned out, his ears twitching. In another life, Scar thinks maybe he also had wings. He can feel an absence on his back, like something has been missing all along, a vital piece of him.
Grian’s wings don’t work. None of the avians have actual working wings that can sustain them for a long period above the ground; they can all flutter, sure, but it’s as if their bodies aren’t made for it anymore despite them having these traits. 
He tries to make his smile as gentle as possible as he passes him the bottle. “Of course, of course! Would be downright cruel of me to make you handle this while sober!” He aims for a humorous tone, but the situation is so fucked up and strange that it falls flat. His smile is pulling painfully at the edges. 
Grian unscrews the bottle, smells it. He makes a face. He looks at him.
“I recommend not smelling it.” 
He rolls his eyes, then takes a swig of it. The face immediately turns to disgust. He swallows it, gagging, coughing, pounding his fist onto the table. It looks just like he did when he tried for the first time. It makes him start to laugh. 
“Scar!” He wails. “It tastes horrible!” 
“It does.” He swipes it from Grian, steeling himself before taking a sip. He only flinches a little bit this time. He looks to see if it impressed Grian, but the avian is flapping his hands, eyes screwed shut. Dangit. “It’s not supposed to taste nice, Grian! Because then you would drink all of it and it would be horrible. It’s the alcohol’s defense mechanism, y’see? It makes itself so bitter when you first take a sip that you run away immediately! That way you don’t drink it all right up and end up gettin’ yourself killed! But it doesn’t work on me.” 
For better or for worse.
Peeling his face off the table, Grian turns to glare at him. “Well, it could stand to taste a little less like… that. Maybe then it would hurt less people.” 
“I guess.” He studies the way the bottle glints in the diminishing daylight. “So… are you gonna have anymore?”
“Are you kidding me?” He scoffs. “Of course I am. Pass it here.”
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silvers-not-home · 3 months ago
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INTRO POST RAHHH!!!!
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errmmm i literally have no idea what to put so work with me here😭
IM A CHILD BTW YOU GUYS!!!!
you can call me tango or scar :3
i identify as agender and bisexual!!
i am a therian and otherkin that uses xenogenders and neopronouns so if you don't support/like that go away you weren't welcome in the first place
i'm also visually impaired so i might have to change the color of the font sometimes to help me register it better😭 (if you need me to repost something with a different colored font please ask/dm me! ^^ i'd be more the willing to do that x3)
please use tone tags!! >~< /gen
DNI LIST (seriously if you're any of these do NOT interact i'm being so fr fr)
pr0ship/c0mship, zi0nists, rac1sts, ableists and basically anything that falls under that line
this is a safe blog!! meaning i would never post g0re/nsfw/jump scares etc!! /srs /gen
(i do write smut but i would never post it here but i have posted it on my ao3 acc)
i would love to be friends with my moots >0< (if tumblr notifies me whenever they dm me😭)
my ask box is always open for (almost) anything! whether that be writing requests (i can't draw) or just silly goofy questions :3
i WILL write
shipping
angst
fluff
au's!! og or requested idm either one as long as the original owner is okay with it!! (and i would like some form of proof just to be safe /nm /gen)
any fandom i'm at least familiar with
ooc
i will NOT write
smut (not for commissions/requests at least)
g0re
inc3st (dni if you support that anyways like seriously ew???)
anything i've stated i won't post on here previously
my interests :D (in order of how normal i am abt them)
• life series/hermitcraft
• yhs (samgladiator)
• minecraft (yes i know they're basically the same thing shut up)
• fnaf
• vocaloid
i am a scene kid in training (you guys i wanna dress scene so badly oh my god you guys please please i'm begging you at this point plea-)
also i'm currently figuring out how to set up an etsy account so i can sell my kandi!! you can find it here when i make it :3 (currently saving up so i can move out of my moms house early)
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stiffyck · 1 year ago
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I've been bothering people with this in dms so much but that's not enough so I'm sharing my insanity here.
Scar who doesn't need physical touch. He's not exactly touch averse (tho you could see it that way), he just. Doesn't need the affection. He likes the occasional hand holding or a quick hug, but he also likes his personal space and freedom. Hugs and cuddles are too warm and too stifling and he needs his freedom for movement.
He's not sad about this. It's not anything tragic or awful. He likes the idea of cuddling and he loves seeing other people hug and cuddle. It's just not for him.
He also doesn't understand touch starvation. He's never experienced it and probably never will.
In 3rd life, in the desert. Grian noticing scar taking a step back when someone is standing too close, shying away from physical contact and never being the one to initiate it. He stops trying to touch scar, only when it's necessary.
He notices how much more comfortable scar looks after he stops giving him so much physical affection. But... this leads to grian maybe becoming a bit touch starved.
Grian telling scar in the desert he feels a bit touch starved and scar asking him what it means. Grian explains.
After that, grian notices scar holds his hands much more often. It's not much but it means the world to him.
Hermitshipping under the cut
Also. Comedic potential.
Let's take redscape for example (or scarian. Works both ways. Just imagine whichever ship you prefer sjcjdksk). Scar and mumbo start dating. But since scar can't really provide all the physical affection mumbo needs, he goes to grian. Mumbo gets cuddles and hugs from his best friend and he gets hand holding and occasional short kisses from his partner. It works for them.
Now imagine tho. The hermits thinking it's mumbo and grian who are dating. They will often see mumbo and grian cuddle or hug or hold hands. A lot of the times scar is even with them, but keeps distance a bit.
Sometimes scar holds mumbos hand, but that's about it.
It's actually scar and mumbo who are dating but they don't know that.
Or
The mumscarian option where they are all dating. Grian and mumbo get the affection they need from each other and scar is happy to just be with them.
Sometimes, when sleeping on the same bed, grian and mumbo will cuddle while Scar just holds one of their hands. Or not even the whole hand, just have their pinkies interwined.
Also scar definitely has a ton of plushies to hug close at night
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if-loki-was-a-fox · 5 months ago
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I love aroallo mumbo so much
Malfunctions when he sees Scar/HoTGuY shirtless, but could fully move in with Grian (ie his soulmate) and still wouldn't realize how much they look like a couple to everyone else
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hermitcraftx · 1 month ago
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just got a dm abt one of my posts and y'all please don't try and show the hermits (or any minecraft youtuber or content creator for that matter) my posts, i'm uncomfortable with it and don't want any of my posts shown to a cc. if they stumble upon it naturally that's unfortunate but i can live with it since i do maintag a lot (something i REALLY need to stop doing tbh i already know i need to make a tagging system just for my blog that wont clog results) but going out of ur way to show a cc is entirely different and something i am not comfortable with.
no hate to the person at all but even if i wasn't a little silly and weird with it sometimes i wouldn't be comfortable with it, i want my blog to be a purely fandom only space with none of the creators involved <3 please respect this
#which is imo how a fandom space should be#i'm old fashioned and it breaks the fandom etiquette rules i stand by#i ship and stuff and absolutely NO cc needs to be subjected to that please and thank you even if it's a non-ship post#not saying hermits and others cant hang out and interact if they wish hell no but like....#if you as any person with a following willingly go into a fandom space you have to expect to see some things you find weird#doesn't even necessarily mean ship just stuff the cc finds weird :v idk im not phrasing this right but like#the rule with shipping around any sort of media has been to keep it away and not show the creators anything !!! and thats fallen out#of practice the past few years with ppl getting more and more comfortable demanding boundaries and personal info from creators#which isn't right imo bc its like you're trying to see how much you can get away with. u want a guide on how to interact and social skills#which is... huh??? just be polite and keep anything weird away from them like what we were doing#some folks nowadays need “permission” to ship stuff even from SHOWS and shit with no real people and its like wow... huh....#u need it to be canon?? u need everything told to u by the show?? wheres the imagination. the spirit.#the making of everything so far removed from what it once was#like that guy that played nick from heartstopper that had to be outed to play a gay guy. like#idk im so sick of the boundary fandom ppl in mcyt 'what if they saw and made it uncomfortable!! im going to show them!!!!'#you are making them MUCH more uncomfortable than i am by GOING INTO THEIR FACE AND DEMANDING THEY LOOK AT IT!!#AND DEMANDING BOUNDARIES N SHIT... CRAZY.... idk the hermits especially its weird to me bc clearly they understand fandom etiquette#and the dynamic im talking about. most of them understand that by going into fandom spaces they will see things they dont like#which is why a lot of them only like fanart and answer questions asked by fans. even on tumblr !!! where the weird ppl are!!!#they also all seem to understand they are playing characters (citing joel cleo and grian as examples) for their audiences#which is. smth the audience itself doesnt understand most of the time anymore. oh my god they all died in real life in hermitcraft season 8#idk hermitblr used to be a lot more okay with hermitshipping n then a bunch of ppl from other fandoms moved in and its all more negative#and makes me sad. idk...#i never meant for this blog to gain almost 500 followers i just wanted to make silly little ship posts and now im scared to#bc ive gotten hate and its.... bwugh.... tempted to remake blogs and make one thats very clearly just for me and a few weirdos#whatever i went off on a tangent in the tags as usual just pls dont show creators my posts even non-ship ones for this reason#jamies bad posts#talking in tags#serious posts#<- ig??? idk
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riacte · 1 year ago
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regular couple, yaoi couple, yuri couple, i see no difference. love is love. not maintagging is not maintagging.
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salemoleander · 1 year ago
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I get why people do it, but there is something extremely funny about tagging unedited clips from HC videos "hermitshipping". Like, I don't know what to tell you, the flirtatious dialogue is coming from inside the house
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siracethegreat · 9 months ago
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been thinkin about them quiteeeeee a bit guys,,,, kinda crazyyyyyy
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scaravoid · 10 months ago
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— my heart is buried in venice, waiting for someone to take it home.
hermitcraft/life series as songs from my playlist.
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text in image: don't leave me to bleed for someone who chose to leave me
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atherix · 2 years ago
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For the fanfic trope ask game: character meets a polyam person for the first time and suddenly realizes “wait I could have that and I’m not Bad and Wrong for longing for two people??”
I have very mixed feelings about this, as a polyam person myself.
I love to see characters realizing "oh it's okay?? Wait there's nothing wrong or bad with being like this?" However, there are times when... authors do it very badly. Like, obviously in Hands in Fate I pull this a bit when Scar finds out Martyn is dating both Ren AND Cleo, but these are also his close friends and not someone he's just met for the first time.
I think- and I really, really feel this way as someone who is poly- that there is a huge difference between meeting a stranger and finding out they're poly, and discovering your friend has entered into a poly relationship. There's the issue of trust, of course- you don't know the beliefs or morality of a stranger, but generally speaking you do know the beliefs and morality of a friend. And being poly is more than "I want to be with more than one person." Poly is based HEAVILY on trust and understanding, and just knowing it's okay to want two people and actively wanting two people does not necessarily equate to being poly- it just means having feelings for multiple people, which I think is something nearly everyone who is not aro- or demiromantic has experienced.
Strangers you've just met are not a basis on which to judge yourself or morality. I've never met a stranger who lived differently than me and thought "oh wow they do this thing that I wasn't sure about, maybe it's okay after all!" But I have had that moment with friends- "Oh this person I cherish and trust implicitly does this, maybe it's okay if I do too?" AND THEN. AND THEN. You experiment. You figure it out, because your thoughts on the matter and your feelings are two completely different things.
Let's face it- some people are not built for poly relationships. Even if you want to be with two people doesn't mean you're capable of it- maybe you don't have the emotional energy, or maybe you can't stand the idea of your partners seeing other people (in the case of an open poly relationship). Every poly relationship has its own rules, of course, but the rules should be fair for everyone involved- if you want an open relationship but your side is the only side that's open, that's not fair to your partners. It's either open poly or closed poly, you can't have both. (Quick note, closed poly just means the partners of the relationship are established and to add anyone to the relationship requires consent from everyone in the relationship.)
You never know for sure unless you try it (IF you are thinking positively about poly- if your immediate visceral reaction is NO WAY NAH AH then poly isn't for you, case closed, NEVER coerce or otherwise try to force or convince someone into trying poly if they are not positive about trying it) BUT. But meeting more people with those feelings could give you the push to actually try it out for yourself.
So, I guess with that little tangent/rant, I will go with C. I'm neutral to this trope. It can be done well and it can be done terribly. I'm not opposed to it but I'm not crazy about it, because figuring out you're poly is a lot more than "I want to be with multiple people and according to this person that's okay" and frankly I just have trust issues and don't trust strangers <3
Sorry for the impromptu Poly talk but I rarely get a chance to express my feelings on this hgjhfjk-
Send me a trope and I'll rate it!
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