#triangle flag

[keepyourpantsongohan]

I have a Venn Diagram to share

[magicalbunbun]

"Deal"

And y/n

[benkaben]

Objectively speaking, half of these relationships are extremely toxic and my guy Daon should just pack and move away at this point honestly.

Personally speaking however, holy smokes, toxic polycule?? For me??

[pwnyta]

Heres my idea for a Mystery Box toy line.

Theyre magnetized pride flag plushies called QUEERIES... cuz Query... and queer. :3c

Their noses and hands have magnets so the can stick together.

Id also have it so the main cast is able to be bought individually but the mystery boxes would have special rares which were duplicate pride flags but on different animals with slightly different styles.

Except Phoenix and Ally. Theyre the SUPER rare ones with the special shapes of a phoenix and bat.

The gay and lesbian flags are based on THEYRE TURNING THE FRICKEN FROGS GAY and Mourning Geckos that are parthenogenic (based on Leafy Streets title Tiny Lesbian Gecko Army)

Trinity the Bunny has two forms with the pink or blue stitches.

[littlesapphicraccoonguy]

David and Adam interacting I guess :3

Also for anyone who might be wondering, I draw David the way that I do(extra emo) because I like projecting my interests and fashion that I love onto him since we don’t know too much about him as a character

[lunar-system]

Izzy Hands: The Moon.

Re-imagined from the traditional Rider-Waite-Smith tarot, this version of the Moon shows Izzy taking the shape of a lone Lover, longing for what he cannot reach.

Longer exploration of the card's symbolism under the cut.

Symbolism of the card

I initially meant this card to be specifically Izzy's, but he is once again unseparable from Ed. Though the moon itself is depicted as Ed, it is through Izzy that I interpret the journey of the card. Feel free to invent your own interpretation as well!

In the original version of the Moon we see a dog, a wolf, and a crayfish. Izzy takes the place of the wolf, marking him as wild and untameable. He is accompanied by a dog, symbolizing his loyalty. The crayfish has retreated, and we can see a monster lurking in the depths of the water, reminding us of the beasts that lie within.

Rachel Pollack (2011) writes: "The Moon signifies the dangerous time between the end of one world structure and the beginning of another. On the emotional level it can indicate the strange state when something powerful has ended and you find yourself thrown back on your instincts."

In the card Izzy already has his wooden leg. He his stepping into his role as the Unicorn, marking a shift in his loyalty and his place in the world. His reign as Blackbeard's first mate is ending, and a whole new world order is being imagined.

Ed is also seen in a new light. With his short beard, he is at the end of his captaincy, possibly even at the end of his piracy. He as the Moon is illuminated by the light of the Sun, personified by Stede in another card, The Sun.

Izzy bears witness to their combined light, unreachable to him on the ground. He teeters at the edge of the water illuminated by that very light, and is faced with a choice. Will he turn, follow the path and try to reach the unreachable? Or will he explore the unknown waters in front of him?

In tarot, water symbolizes emotions, intuition and subconscious. Pollack writes: "Here in the unknown territory our animal selves take over. We cannot suppress the wild emotions but only travel through them." The message of the Moon beckons Izzy to step into the water and face his emotions.

However, there are also dangers in the murky waters of the subconscious. Pollack continues: "The Moon card calls forth powerful dreams, visions, and the power of the feminine." In tarot water is a feminine element. Izzy, a beacon of masculinity, has in the past confused the feminine with the monstrous. He is now dared to invite the feminine within him to the surface. His posture already mirrors that of the feminine lover from the Lovers-card. It also calls back to the Fool, to someone at the beginning of their self-discovery.

Tl;dr: Izzy, the Fool and the Lover, is on a journey from one world to another. Will he follow the path and try to reach the unreachable, or will he find the courage to plunge into unknown waters?

A comparison between the original Rider-Waite-Smith card from 1909 and the re-imagined version

Izzy's pose mirrors the feminine Lover

Sources

Image source: Pamela Colman Smith, 1909, republished as Tarot of A. E. Waite, 2016, AGM-Urania, Germany

Text source: Rachel Pollack, A Journey of 78 Steps, 2011, as cited in the booklet for instruction and guidance of Tarot of A. E. Waite, 2016, AGM-Urania, Germany

[arco-pluris]

antecessors or precursors of progress flag: an exploration

everyone knows that progress pride flag uses black and brown colors from Philadelphia's pride flag plus rainbow flag colors and iteration of trans flag colors. but were there other similar flags? let's explore and see.

where does the chevron come from? the first rainbow flags with chevrons were "Pink Triangle on the hoist of a Rainbow flag" (1996) and "Rainbow Flags with white triangle" (2006 or before; need to comment that white color in this flag represents, in Japan, "those who died from hate crimes and coexistence with friendships that still resist or face suffering"). Demigay flag (2010s) uses black chevron. Maybe these were all unrelated and H. Clinton logo may influenced the direction of the chevron as well.

Victory Over AIDS flag (1980s) is a rainbow flag with black stripe, using black color to represent "living with HIV/AIDS, and those lost to it". This meaning is also used in Progress flag, along signifying BPoC people/Blackness. there are also flags that use black stripe in the middle to represent Black people, likely based on Raquel Willis' design (2015).

white stripe is also seen in Love Fest (São Paulo) 9-striped diversity flag (2018). BLM fist and raised fist are also seen in QPOC flags since 2016 (also QTPOC), along with different shades of brown and black skin colors.

trans flag colors were also seen in rainbow flags or flag combos since at least the middle of 2010s.

[galoogamelady]

Opinions on this buttons I found from a video about last year's memes?

[serpentae]

by type, I don't mean which specific flag is your favourite, but which general design you personally like the most (regardless of dragons and other symbols that automatically increase their coolness, obviously. or the countries they represent.)

not all the world's flags are here because there are too many for the character limit. in case you're wondering, the most prevalent design is 3 horizontal stripes!

as always, reblog for a bigger sample.

[graveyardrabbit]

so, i finally caved and ordered a copy of The Book of Bill, and I just checked on the shipping status of my order and

you know what, yeah, of all the cities that could be involved in the shipping route it would be the one with the triangle motif, of course it is

[youwearlavenderwell]

David Jenkins liking this tweet about the resurrection of Izzy. I cannot trust this man

[pinkball626]

Some pride month art ! Then I’m going back to answering questions ! :3

[player279achlys]

The golden rabbit's legacy (Hwang In-Ho/Frontman x fem! reader!)

Il-nam's granddaughter will prove herself worthy of being the next hostess, while someone becomes her loyal shadow.

CHAPTER III: the second game and bound by devotion

This chapter will be spicy

Previous chapter: Chapter II

Next chapter: Chapter IV

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Pairing: Hwang In-Ho/Frontman x Original!female!Character

Word count: 2k words.

Summary: In the shadow of her grandfather’s dark empire, Melinoe, a brilliant young woman in her early twenties, steps into a world of blood, betrayal, and power she was never meant to inherit. As the granddaughter of the infamous Oh Il-Nam, creator of the deadly Squid Games, she is thrust into a brutal legacy that demands she not only survive but thrive as its new hostess. Determined to honor her family’s name and prove herself worthy of the golden rabbit mask, she designs games more cunning and lethal than any before.

But power comes at a cost. Beneath her calculated exterior lies a woman haunted by guilt, trauma, and the faces of those she has condemned to die. And at her side stands Hwang In-Ho, the enigmatic Front Man—older than her, cold, and feared by all, except for her. Since the day he learned of her existence, In-Ho has been deeply, obsessively in love with Melinoe. His devotion is as intense as it is toxic, a tangled mix of desire and protectiveness that pushes him to control every aspect of her life.

As Melinoe rises to prominence, she finds herself navigating not only the deadly games but also the dangerous allure of In-Ho. Their relationship is a powder keg of suppressed emotions, forbidden passion, and fraught power dynamics. He would destroy anyone who comes close to her—including a charming, younger VIP who flirts with her one too many times. Yet, while In-Ho dreams of keeping her safe in his arms, Melinoe dreams of reshaping the games into something darker and more just—her own twisted vision of justice against the world’s worst offenders.

When the 33rd Squid Games begin, everything changes. With her grandfather entering the arena as Player 001 and Gi-Hun as Player 456, the games take on unprecedented stakes. As alliances crumble and bodies fall, Melinoe must contend with the weight of her grandfather’s legacy, the manipulations of the VIPs, and the unrelenting obsession of the man who would burn the world for her.

In this slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance, “The golden rabbit’s legacy” explores themes of obsession, power, betrayal, and the lengths people will go to protect the ones they love. Juxtaposing the dazzling opulence of the VIPs with the desperate brutality of the games, it tells the story of a woman fighting for control in a world that threatens to consume her—and the man willing to do anything to keep her.

Will Melinoe rise as the queen of the games, or will the bonds of obsession and love be the end of her?

Warnings: MDNI!!!, Afab!, angst. Sexual language. Fear of losing someone. Smut (light kinda), grumpy x sunshine, dark romance, age gap, possessive, obsessed, paranoid and dominant In-Ho, daddy issues, yandere behaviour, jealousy, violence, murder, typical squid game stuff.

English isn’t my first language, if there are any mistakes, please forgive me. :)

This chapter is dedicated to @futuristicdefendorfart . Thanks for being the first one to commennnt.

The players were summoned to the arena for the second game—Gonu. The massive life-sized board loomed before them, its geometric lines glowing ominously under the stark fluorescent lights. Melinoe studied it carefully, her mind racing to devise a strategy.

“This is the second game,” the masked announcer intoned. “Let’s begin.”

As the rules were explained by that horrible robotic voice, Melinoe felt the weight of the stakes settle over her. The traps, the timers, the risk of sacrificing others—it was all a calculated test of their cunning and resolve. She met Wol-Jin’s gaze across the board, and he gave her a small, reassuring nod.

When the game began, chaos erupted. Players moved strategically across the grid, avoiding the glowing danger zones as best they could. Melinoe worked quickly, her mind sharp and focused. She sacrificed weaker opponents to secure her position, her resolve unyielding.

But when a trap was triggered near Wol-Jin, her heart lurched. He stumbled, narrowly avoiding a spike that shot up from the floor. She hesitated, the impulse to help him warring with her survival instincts.

In the control room, In-Ho watched with bated breath, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk. He saw her hesitation, the way her gaze lingered on Wol-Jin, and his jealousy flared anew. 

“Move, Melinoe,” he murmured, his voice tight with desperation. “Don’t risk yourself for him.”

The arena was a stark, metallic labyrinth of glowing gridlines and deadly traps, its atmosphere heavy with dread. The players, reduced in number from the first game, stood scattered across the giant life-sized Gonu board. The guards loomed at the edges, their crimson suits stark against the sterile white walls. 

Melinoe stood near the center, her number—279—stitched boldly across her chest. Her sharp eyes scanned the field, calculating the best moves, the safest paths. Every decision here could mean life or death, not just for her but for those she played against. She tightened her fists, her resolve steeling as the female’s voice rang out with a “clue”.

“Survive,” the masked announcer intoned coldly, “or be eliminated.”

The rules of Gonu were simple in theory—players moved like tokens on the grid, aiming to trap and eliminate their opponents. But the reality was a nightmarish twist: each “capture” triggered a lethal trap, and any wrong step could lead to instant death. There were no allies here, no room for mercy. 

Melinoe moved cautiously, her steps precise as she navigated the board. The glowing gridlines beneath her feet pulsed with an ominous light, reminding her of the deadly consequences of miscalculation. She could hear the screams of those who weren’t quick or smart enough, their cries echoing through the cavernous arena as traps claimed their lives.

Across the board, Wol-Jin—player 077—caught her eye. He was quick and strategic, his movements confident as he outmaneuvered another player. Their gazes locked briefly, and he gave her a small nod, a wordless assurance that he was still in the game. She responded with a faint smile before turning her focus back to her own path.

In-Ho watched everything from the control room, his dark eyes glued to the monitor that displayed her every move. The way she calculated her steps, the determination etched into her features—it mesmerized him. But his focus wavered every time her gaze drifted to Wol-Jin, every time the boy lingered near her on the board.

His chest burned with jealousy, an all-consuming fire that threatened to unravel the control he had so meticulously built over the years. He wanted to rip Wol-Jin from the board, to end him with a single command. But he knew he couldn’t—not yet. Not without risking Melinoe’s wrath. And so he seethed in silence, his hands gripping the edge of the console so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“She shouldn’t care about him,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low and venomous. “She should only care about me.”

Melinoe’s calculated movements brought her closer to the center of the board, her focus sharp as she avoided the glowing danger zones. But then it happened—a trap activated near Wol-Jin. A spike shot up from the floor, narrowly missing him as he stumbled backward. The near-death experience sent shockwaves through the arena, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze.

Melinoe’s heart lurched as she saw him falter, his footing dangerously close to another glowing tile. Her instincts screamed at her to move, to help him. But she hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of conflict. Helping him could jeopardize her own position, yet standing by and watching felt impossible.

“Don’t,” In-Ho whispered harshly, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and anger as he watched her pause. “Don’t you dare risk yourself for him.”

In the arena, Melinoe clenched her fists, forcing herself to focus. You can’t save everyone. The words echoed in her mind, a bitter truth she had to accept. With a sharp breath, she turned away, moving to secure her own position. Wol-Jin managed to regain his footing without her help, but the guilt gnawed at her as she continued to play.

In-Ho exhaled slowly, his body rigid with tension. She had chosen herself, just as she should have. But the fact that she had hesitated at all—that she had even considered risking herself for that boy—only fueled his jealousy.

Hours later, the survivors of Gonu were gathered in the main hall, their numbers reduced to a mere ten. The tension in the room was palpable, the weight of their near-death experiences hanging heavy in the air. Melinoe sat on the edge of one of the cots, her body exhausted but her mind racing.

Wol-Jin approached her again, his expression softer this time. “You did well out there,” he said, his voice quiet.

“You too,” she replied, her tone polite but distant. She didn’t want to encourage him, not when she knew the consequences of getting too close to anyone here.

“Listen,” he began, his voice tinged with hesitation. “About earlier—I saw the way you looked at me when the trap went off. I just wanted to say thank you. It meant a lot.”

Melinoe forced a tight smile, nodding. “You don’t owe me anything, Wol-Jin. We’re all just trying to survive.”

In the control room, In-Ho’s blood boiled. The sight of them together, the way Wol-Jin spoke to her with such familiarity—it was unbearable. He downed another glass of scotch, the burn doing little to numb the searing jealousy coursing through him. His mind raced with dark fantasies of eliminating Wol-Jin, of ensuring no one else would dare approach her. But those thoughts were fleeting, replaced by the overwhelming need to see her, to touch her, to remind her who she belonged to.

Melinoe looked up from where she sat on the bed, her expression wary but not surprised. “In-Ho,” she said softly, his name a balm to his frayed nerves. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you,” he admitted, his voice low and rough. “After everything that happened today, I needed to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” she said, though the exhaustion in her voice betrayed her. “You didn’t need to check on me.”

“Yes, I did,” he countered, stepping closer. His dark eyes bore into hers, filled with a yearning so intense it made her breath catch. “You have no idea how much I worry about you. How much I—”

He cut himself off, his gloved hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, but the tension between them crackled like electricity.

“In-Ho,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Say my name again,” he murmured, his voice laced with longing. He would never get tired of hearing his name come out of her mouth.

“In-Ho,” she repeated, her tone softer this time.

His resolve crumbled. He closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that was equal parts desperate and tender. She melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled her closer. The kiss deepened, their shared desire igniting like a flame, and the world outside faded into nothingness.

The room seemed to shrink as their kiss deepened, the air around them thick with longing and unspoken words. In-Ho’s hands, once gloved and restrained, now moved with unfiltered reverence. His fingers trailed down her back, his touch light yet possessive, as though he feared she might vanish if he let go.

Melinoe clung to him, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She had spent the day steeling herself for the next challenge, forcing down the memories of her hesitation during the game. Yet here she was, crumbling under his touch, surrendering to the storm that was Hwang In-Ho. There was something in the way he held her—not just desire, but a desperate, all-consuming need that made her chest tighten.

“In-Ho,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. His face was unguarded now, stripped of the mask that had shielded him for so long. The intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming, a mix of devotion, yearning, and something darker.

“You don’t understand what you mean to me,” he said, his voice low and raw. “You’re my everything, Melinoe. The only light in this godforsaken place.”

She reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “And you’re mine,” she admitted softly, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

His breath hitched, his grip on her tightening. He lowered his forehead to hers, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he whispered, “Say it again.”

“You’re mine, In-Ho,” she repeated, her voice steady despite the rapid beat of her heart.

His lips crashed against hers again, the kiss hungrier this time, as though her words had unleashed something he could no longer contain. He guided her back onto the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. 

In-Ho’s hands moved reverently over her body, his touch a blend of tenderness and urgency. He worshiped every curve, every inch of her, his lips trailing kisses along her jawline and down the column of her neck. His whispered praises filled the room, his voice thick with emotion.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured against her skin. “So perfect for me.”

Her breath hitched as his hands slid lower, his touch igniting a fire that spread through her like wildfire. She felt vulnerable under his gaze, but not in a way that frightened her. With him, she felt seen, cherished—claimed.

“In-Ho,” she gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he kissed his way down her body. 

“Let me take care of you,” he said, his voice rough with longing. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

He took his time, savoring every sound she made, every shiver of her body. His hands gripped her thighs as his mouth found her most sensitive places, his movements slow and deliberate. She writhed beneath him, her moans filling the room as he brought her to the edge again and again, his praise constant and unwavering.

When he finally moved back up to kiss her, his dark eyes met hers, filled with an intensity that made her breath catch. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “And I’ll never let you go.”

He entered her slowly, his movements careful and deliberate, as though afraid to hurt her. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, each touch and kiss a silent promise. He whispered her name like a prayer, his hands gripping her hips as he poured every ounce of his devotion into her.

When they finally reached their peak, their breaths mingling and their bodies trembling, he held her close, his arms wrapping around her as though he could shield her from the world. For the first time in years, In-Ho felt at peace. 

I swear this man makes me feel things!

As always, thank you for the support, I feel honoured every time I get a notification saying someone liked my stuff. I love you babes, y'all are the best :C

The fic will have 9 episodes plus the epilogue. It's all written already and ready to publish!

Love, Achlys.

Taglist: @futuristicdefendorfart

[dumb-droid]

so this is the triangle in my head

[theirisianprincess]

If this manga doesn't end in polyamory I'll be very disappointed.

If this manga doesn't end in polyamory I'll be very disappointed.

[jake-is-screaming-in-tune]

Hello! Today I went with some Zoro, because he's my favorite. He's a bitch to draw, it's so hard. I'm used to writing his pov, and find that pretty easy. But drawing him is hard. I don't know how people do it.

Under the cut are some different versions as always, since I can't decide on anything lol.

You know what's the thing that almost made me want to throw my laptop? Doing the triangle in the demi flag. But I'm happy with the result.

As always, I don't know how to draw hair and face, but who cares!

Is it obvious that I have a thing for Zoro covered in blood? Probably. Do I care? Not really.

Close up of Zoro's boobies and chest hehe (since I hate how the face turned out).