#metamor

[slimyalienfreak]

Dress Up Time

Had the sudden urge to draw my sona in a dress so here it is. ~ Gummi

[lapislaufey]

My favorite part of polyamory is having metamors and making them my best friends.

It's a random Thursday and we're having our partner judge a cheddar bay biscuit clone contest foe funsies.

Spoiler: Team Kappa won, but only cause buttermilk is the secret ingredient.

My ride or die right here 💖

[polyamorouscultureis]

Fun fact: My discovery of the term metamour and my endearment with it and following thought process was the kicker in me realizing I'm polyamorous, which I think is especially funny because I'm also aro-spec.

Wholesome af!

[diamoric-comix]

I love my metamor so much <3

[gemini-verses]

The Girl Before Me

The mystery you are to me

Has me painting you in black and white

Sharp definitions of perfection

No room for error

You're a mirror for my insecurities

But I know you are more than just gray

For if you light up his heart as you do

The most brilliant colors make up you

I will remind myself

Your beauty doesn't diminish my own

Your sparkle doesn't dull mine

We are meant to be different

But we can be glorious all the same

His heart is his own

He shares it with those most special

I don't want to compare pieces

Just want to cloak mine in love

Be grateful for the trust

And cherish every second

Every memory

Each kiss as if it was the last

We will love him together

Friends and partners side by side

Our arms a web to break any falls

We will cradle his heart in our own

Protecting fiercely

The innocence of his sweet nature

I look at you with utmost awe

Intimidated by your raw vulnerability

And intense beauty

But I dare not ask you to tame yourself

But rather invite you to feel safe

And free to grow

For you to truly blossom in the arms of love

[why-i-love-comics]

Superman’s Pal, Jimmy Olsen #5 (2019)

written by Matt Fraction art by Steve Lieber & Nathan Fairbairn

[another-passenger]

No hay fórmula. El amor es una molécula inestable, es la mordaza de la lógica, un sí pero no constante, es la morada del nómada. No hay fórmula. El amor es la frontera milimétrica que separa al alma de la materia más absoluta, una fantasía demasiado tangible. No hay fórmula, es metamorfosis y consolidación de los principios, a través de la inocencia, crecer y menguar al tiempo, habitar todas las edades. Joder, que no, no hay fórmula, no existe la manera, el número la palabra que defina su esencia. Concreción abstracta de un rayo de luz.

Metamor

[ciudaddeplastilina]

Waifusion.