#saris

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Ay'lonit (איילונית) & saris (סריס) flags, first posted on: october 7, 2025.

Saris adam (סריס אדם) flag

Saris adam - category of the term saris, denoting someone who was assigned male at birth, but develops feminine characteristics later in life through intervention (hrt, for example).

Ay'lonit adam (איילונית אדם) flag, first posted on: february 23, 2026.

Ay'lonit adam - category of the term ay'lonit, denoting someone who was assigned female at birth, but develops masculine characteristics later in life through intervention (hrt, for example).

Mahut (מהות) flag, but I made an new version of it, since I don't like the old one anymore.

PT: Saris Hamah Flag /end PT

ID: a flag with five horizontal stripes, the middle one being very thin. Their colors are, from top to bottom, dark lavender, lavender, pastel pink, bright pink and desaturated magenta. In the center is a symbol ressembling a circle with six spikes. /end ID

Saris hamah: a wolffian person which (usually upon puberty) does not develop androgenized traits, who develops estrogenized traits or who is sterile.

Note that this is just my *personal* attempt to define saris hamah, this definition isn't carved in stone.

This term is of a physical nature: they depend upon your physicality, and serve a legal purpose in Judaism. However, anyone Jew can use these terms, regardless of their spiritual practice.

Made mixing the flags by desactivated Tumblr user bigfootrights (link), and the ones made by Tumblr user gendertreyf (link), adding on top the intersex Jewish symbol made by desactivated Tumblr user sproutflags (link).

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The first time we ever meet Deputy Undersecretary of the United Nations, Chrisjen Avasarala, she's chilling out in her fancy, cozy house, checking out her outfit and hair in the mirror, and playing with her grandson. She's rocking a lovely gold sari, huge earrings, and big ol' bangles.

Minutes later, she's still wearing that gorgeous shimmering outfit...as she's at a UN Black Site, interrogating a Belter terrorist who is being tortured using gravity.

(The whole scene is a masterclass in character introduction of a feminine, refined, powerful, badass. 10/10 writing).

But I want to talk Avasarala's outfit right here.

Saris are up to 9 feet in length and are often elegantly draped. You NEED gravity and resources to make the fabric work. Especially shimmering silky fabrics like that.

Doubly so for jewelry. Earrings cannot be worn like that under space helmets (I say from experience being an earring lover and motorcycle enthusiast) lest they damage the wearer or break. Bracelets would be impractical in space too, especially the bigger ones that clank and announce someone's presence, like Avasarala.

i'm trying to make a new tumtum flag since the current one doesn't seem right to me, here's my proof of concept

symbolism behind it: the blue and white stripes on the side obviously represent judaism, and reference tzitzit specifically. i chose to reference tzitzit because i wear my grandfather's, and see it as a representation of tradition and our ancestors. the broad white stripe in the middle is to make it look more like traditional jewish embroidery.

the broad grey stripes represent tumtum identity, as grey is an "ambiguous lack of colour" the same way tumtum people ambiguously lack identifiable male or female characteristics.

my idea for this would be that the grey in my tumtum flag could be substituted for other colours to represent the other classical jewish sexes/gender falling outside the current western binary (ideas: pink for saris, blue for ay'lonit, purple for androgynos?)

His memories of the incident are scattered.

Alarms blaring, people screaming. Tentacles. An outstretched hand just out of reach, a cry for his sister - chaos, and then cold as the escape pod placed him into stasis. For many rotations, he drifted, unconscious and unaware, before a scouting vessel found him, and only him.

When he awoke, the scouts had brought him to Alfheim, home of the resistance. Almost immediately, he asked of survivors, only to be met with apologies. He asked of his sister, and they had not found her. He came to a natural conclusion, the only logical one - the Flayers had taken the rest. The boy’s rage burned within him, and fueled his recovery until he was well enough to fight.

He asked to enlist in the resistance, and they accepted him with open arms. In his training he was fierce, and his skill attracted the attention of Aventus, the Grand Commander. Aventus took the boy under his wing, and helped him blossom into a ferocious warrior. With his training complete, the boy took an oath of vengeance against the Flayers, and chose the title of Ki the Butcher. He would fight in memory of the colony ship Gith-Tarr, and avenge the death of his sister by wiping every last Il'ith from the sky.

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Her memories of the incident are unclear.

There was a crowd, and they were all running.

There was a crowd, and they were afraid of Something. Something that had taken their home.

She was lost in the crowd. Her brother had been dragged away from her grasping hand, and she was alone. Alone, and being pushed through the halls of her home by a flood of people. She remembers crying, and then.... cold.

Hours later, she stumbles out of a cryosleep pod, small and alone on a world she does not know. The sky above is full of stars, and some of them are falling. She doubts that it’s a meteor shower.

Over the next few rotations, she does her best to survive. She learns how vicious the local beasts are, as well as how to avoid them. A few more rotations, and she learns how to hunt them. She makes the planet and its resources her own, and eventually she finds her way to one of the fallen stars. In its charred crater, she finds a cryosleep pod, much like her own. This one, however, is still closed. Hopeful to find another survivor, she pries it open to find.... a charred corpse.

For orbits, she travels the surface of the planet, looking for others. Each time, she finds the same thing. The heat shielding on the cryo pods was never meant to withstand re-entry in an atmosphere this thick - she had been lucky that hers had held. She makes the most of what she finds, cannibalizing the components of the pods to form armor and weapons. As she travels, she begins to think of herself as a Quaggoth Storyteller, surviving as the lone memory of her home. She will survive. Someone has to.