that they actually adopted that term

Ancestors: What Types there are and How to work with them

Introduction:

What is Ancestral Veneration

Ancestral Veneration is one of the most ancient religious and spiritual practices.  The respect and belief in an afterlife as well as honoring ancestors can be traced back to paleolithic mankind.   It is believed that honoring our ancestors was the first religious and spiritual form of ritual work.  From ways the dead were buried to views of the afterlife ancestors and the dead were never far from the mind of our paleolithic ancestors, and for some this truth remains today.

Ancestral veneration is not worshiping our ancestors, at least not in the common sense of worship. Ancestral veneration is more like honoring the dead in a respectful way.  Its a belief that they are still with us in a spirit form.  That they can hear us and can effect our lives from the other side.  Its a belief that our ancestors like other spirits can help us become the best person we can be and to live the life that we really want and desire.

There are exchanges of offerings and gifts.  This isn’t worship.  In some ways I think of it like when I put a flower on my ancestors grave.  Its giving something to them to signify that you remember them and care for them.  These gifts can be basically anything.  Though some cultures do have rules against some items being given to different spirits.
In some cultures flowers are only for the dead and it’s ok to leave offerings to the dead till they rot as this signifies they have taken everything.  In other cultures and practices only water is offered to the dead.   Even Christianity has mention of the value of prayer for the dead.  Working with and honoring our ancestors is a powerful spiritual path and there are many ways to go about it.

The act of the gift and the offering is the important thing though.  Its through these exchanges that relationships with our ancestors can develop and grow.  Its believed that a gift will ensure a gift.  Its also believed that because the dead and our ancestors are beyond the veil they have access to energy and powers of the universe that we don’t so by asking them to help us in our work and our lives they can tap into those energies for us.  Granted they dont help us unless we help ourselves.  So the gifts symbolize our part to do our work.

Many religions and traditions have celebrations and days of the dead.  Halloween, All saints and All Souls day,  Samhain, Dia de los Muertos(Mexican Day of the dead), The Bon Festival (Japan), and Pitru Paksha (Fortnight of the Ancestors-Hindu) are different festivals in different cultures.  They have one thing in common.  They are all festivals to honor the dead and the ancestors.  These are only a handful of celebrations that exist to celebrate ancestors and the dead.  The point is that the concept of honoring the dead is still alive and well in this world today.

The practice of honoring the dead is starting to become more common in Pagan practices today as well.  Part of that is that many of us are reclaiming this practice.  It was a part of ancient pagan traditions, so the practice was largely destroyed in the west.  For many reclaiming ancestral veneration as a part of our practice not only connects us to our more recent ancestors and keeps our passed loved ones in our lives, but it also allows us to reach the deepest ancestors we have which can be powerful guides for those starting down pagan paths.

Personal Development of Ancestor work

One of the reasons I am writing this post today is in honor of a new ancestor.  A loved one of mine has just crossed the veil.  It is this passing that has once again made me think about working with my ancestors and how is really always been a central part of my practice.  I haven’t always considered the contact with my ancestors and the shrines to my past loved ones ancestral veneration.  I thought it was simply remembering them and keeping them alive.

Ancestor veneration is a large part of my practice and spiritual work.  My ancestors have a lot to teach me.   I have an ancestor altar that I pray at everyday. While it is a strong part of my practice these days, ancestral veneration and honoring has not always been a large part of my path.  In fact it was at one point something I really only did on the festival of the dead (Samhain) as that was the focus.  I thought that was really all that was needed, and at the time maybe that was for my best.

When I started to practice witchcraft I had recently lost my Grandmother.  Many of the psychics and readings I had done at the time confirmed that she was staying close to me as a spirit guide (I was having dreams of her). So I started working with my ancestors through a single ancestor as a spirit guide.  That was 17 years ago.  Now I have an altar to all my ancestors as I have learned that any of our ancestors can be our guides and guardians.

Originally I didn’t offer any prayers, or much to my ancestors.  I would simply say hello to them when I needed to feel their presence.  I had a place of memory for them where I could see them and keep them in my life.  Then when I started to explore traditional witchcraft as a religious and spiritual practice I heard of the concept of giving them offerings and having shrines and altars to them.  So I created one and started an ancestral prayer working.

The practice with ancestral veneration got even deeper when I started to explore Germanic paganism and found I had Germanic ancestry.  When I read how they honored their ancestors and the powers of wyrd and Oorlog I decided that I had to develop my relationship even further.  So I started to work them into Germanic rites and rituals through the phrases “The Alfar and the Disir”

There was a time when I stopped practicing basically everything.  Then I started to explore Hoodoo.  My interest and desires to understand magic and witchcraft returned.  Through this I found more focus on ancestors and honoring your culture.  I found that ancestors will be powerful allies in spells as well as in meditations and trance work.  So through Hoodoo my work with my ancestors started to develop further and I learned new prayers to use for my ancestors.

Now today I have a prayer I say to them every morning and I have a prayer I say every evening to my ancestors.  I give them offerings when I perform rituals and I invite them into my ritual circles.  They have a part of my day to day life and my spiritual life. I couldn’t imagine my spiritual work without my ancestors at all.  They are always there for me and they always will be.  I may not be able to physically hold them and see them, but when I need them I can feel them and I know they are always there for me.

The types of ancestors:

Being adopted my ancestors actually come in different forms and types.  Not all of my ancestors are of the blood.  Some are of the spirit and some are of the heart.  I have legal blood ancestors and blood ancestors.  I have ancestors in all of my families that I don’t know but are my allies through the bonds of the heart and the spirit.  I even have ancestors that are not really in my family at all but are in my spiritual family. All of these ancestors have roles to play in my life and I honor them all.

I dont consider ancestors limited to just the blood and the heart though.This post is going to discuss the different ancestors I have through my adoption and my spiritual practices and how I can honor and work with each of them.  For the longest time I didn’t engage in ancestral veneration because of my adoption.  I wasn’t sure if I should honor my ancestors of my adoption, my foster family, or my biological family.  Thinking about this also was painful so while I wanted to honor my ancestors I didn’t go about it until I had answered my confusion.

How I came to see the types of Ancestors

That was how I came to see the different ancestral lines.  One year I went to the local Pagan Pride day.  I typically attend a few of the workshops that go on.  This year there was one about ancestral work and contacting your ancestors.  The key component of that workshop was a meditation on ancestral lines.  During this meditation I saw three lines of ancestral blood flowing from my body.  There was a fourth that was some what gray at the time and today its now clear.

It was then I knew that I was to honor all of my ancestors.  Those of my foster family, my blood or biological family, and my adoptive family.  It was through this work that I came to see that there are many different types of ancestors and that not everyone will have access to blood ancestors.  Through these meditations and concepts I came to see that there are
four primary types of ancestral allies: You have your ancestors of the Blood, your ancestors of the heart, and the ancestors of the spirit.  Adoptive ancestors are actually a mixture of two types which I will get into in the next sections as well as being their own type of ancestor.

Ancestors of The Blood

Every one is familiar with the concept of blood ancestors.  These are those of your family or blood line that goes back generations.  These are the strongest allies that one can have.  These are the ancestors that everyone thinks about when they think of ancestors.  Ancestors of the blood also include ancestors gained through marriage and long term committed relationships.  When I got engaged to my fiance his ancestors joined mine and mine his.  We are a family unit.  These ancestors go back generations on each side.  So the lines of blood ancestors are very long.

These are the strongest allies that you can have as a spirit.  They are the ones that have your best interest at heart.   Through the strands of Fate, and the workings of Wyrd we are always directly connected to our ancestors.  Our actions reflect them as much as their actions reflect on us.  So we need to honor them in our lives and we need to keep them close to us.  Before any other spirit is petitioned the ancestors will work stronger for you and faster for you. There is little that is stronger than the power of the blood.

Adoptive Ancestors

For me I also have my adoptive ancestors,  These are the ancestors of my adoptive family.  They are the family that raised me and that belongs to me.  In ancient cultures at times the roles of the blood ancestors would be replaced by the foster and or adoptive family.  In my case I never considered them to replace the blood ancestors at all.  I considered them additional ancestors that I was blessed to have.

We have no physical blood that ties us.  However to all of the world and all legal meanings they are my flesh and blood.  That is how I feel about them as well.  In all honesty at times they are more my family than my blood and biological family simply because I have minimal contact and my relationship with that family is in its infancy (until recently was non existent).  Which is why they are both ancestors of the blood and of the heart.  The time that they spent raising me and being involved in my life can not be undone.

They gave their blood, sweat, and tears to me.  They are for my my most powerful allies.  They have been there for me more than the blood ancestors.  They were the first ancestors I have contacted and they were the first ones to make themselves known to me.  This is the ancestral line that has been the strongest for me.  My blood ancestral work is focused on more ancient pagan ancestor while my adoptive ancestral work is more with Saint and angel work (Hoodoo influences as well).

It is because my adoptive Ancestors gave so much of their blood, sweat, and tears into my life and that they took me in they are also ancestors of the heart.  They are of the blood because of the family ties and concepts but of the heart because there is no physical blood.  Its a spiritual and memory based blood love.  The bond of the heart here shows how even just being in a family for a short while can create strong family bonds.

Ancestors of the Heart

Those of the heart are the family that has passed that are not connected through marriage or blood or even legal adoption.  In my case this is where my foster family lies.  They did not adopt me but are still my family.  I have lost several members of that family and they were all close to me.  They are now my ancestors and they watch over me.  Our bond is somewhat stronger than blood or law.

These ancestors are some of my more recent ancestors.  It was my Uncle Cleve’s passing which made me think about ancestors.  He was my foster uncle and is an ancestor of my heart.  His two brothers are also my ancestors here.  I have a Grandfather here as well.  To them and to me the fact that I did not live with them, and was not legally a part of the family after my adoption never mattered.  I never stopped being their family.  That is what the ancestors of the heart are all about.

The ancestors of the heart are those that have passed on we considered family even if there was no blood between you.  These can be friends you thought of as brothers and sisters, close friends and even those who you would consider “father"or "mother” figures.  If you feel that they were and are apart of your family in your heart than they are your family and are your ancestors.  Never let anyone else tell you any different.

Ancestors of the Spirit:

Finally there are ancestors of the spirit. For me I consider any Occultist, Witch, and Magician who worked hard to preserve the magical and spiritual arts are my spiritual ancestors.  Even though I dont agree with all of their teachings and philosophies people like Gerald Gardner, Aliester Crowley, Doreen Valiente, Scott Cunningham, and many others put a lot of work into making magical spirituality acceptable and part of our day to day lives again.  Those are a few of my spiritual ancestors as a witch based on the practices I have taken into my practice.

As I explore Hoodoo and other magical systems other spiritual ancestors will come into my practice.  For example Marie Laveau is a famous Hoodoo worker in New Orleans.  In some respects I could consider her a spiritual ancestor.  Other ancestors in the case of Hoodoo would in general be any one who struggled to keep African American spiritual heritage alive through Hoodoo and Rootwork.  When a teacher passes I would add them to the spiritual ancestors as well.

You can also have ancestors of the spirit when you are spiritually adopted into a tradition.  There are many religions and paths where they are only open to people of a specific culture.  Occasionally through the practice of spiritual adoption outsiders are initiated and welcome into that spiritual family.  The ancestors of your initiator in these situations become your ancestors and guides as well.  It is a spiritual family you have entered into and like all families they will help you and work with you if you honor them as taught.


Working with your ancestors

Now that we have covered the types of ancestors out there and I have mentioned the importance of working with your ancestors its time to actually start thinking about how we can work with them.  Why do we work with them, and what the best ways of working with them are.

There are two primary ways aside from meditation and spirit travel work that a person can work with their ancestors.  These two forms are the altar and prayers.  They work well together and serve as a starting point for building power with your ancestral allies.  Unless one is experienced in astral travel and spirit communication using those tools right away to work with your ancestors is not the best of ideas.  Prayers and altar work are all you really need.

The altar

Really when it comes to working with your ancestors the only real must do I have found is having an altar of some sort where you can offer prayers and other items to them as you get to know them.  These altars can evolve and change over time. The point of the altar is to serve as a focal point in your work.  The altar is a place for you to offer your prayers and your gifts to them.

Your altar doesn’t need to be fancy.  Many people start off not knowing any of their ancestors. In which case a candle, a cup for water, and a plate for offerings is all you would need to contact them.  If you know your passed on loved ones and you have photos of them you can and should add those photos to the altar.

The altar also serves as a place of remembrance of the dead.  So its a place to put items that make you think of your ancestors as well as their photos.  You want it to look nice and appealing.  This is going to be their home for you in your house and their place in your life.  So its also important to keep the altar neat looking.

There are no limits on your ancestral altar.  Let their spirits come through.  There are reasons for the symbols I have placed on my altars.  They grew as my focus and my relationships grew.  One thing has always been common though-the focus has been on remembering them and keeping their memories alive in my life.


Ancestral Prayers

The best way to work with your ancestors even before starting an altar is simply to pray to them.  Prayers to your ancestors aren’t really any different than prayers for gods and spirit guides.  You are simply having a conversation with your ancestors.  Prayers are how we can communicate with them directly and its our best way to communicate with them.  They can communicate with us in different ways (dreams, scents, meditations, sudden insights etc) but we can really only speak to them through prayers.

The easiest prayer is simply:
“Blessed Ancestors I welcome you into my life.  May you bless and guide me and may you teach me what you yourself can”

That’s all your prayers to your ancestors need to be.  You dont need to praise them.  You don’t need to have a fancy invocation.  You simply can address them as your ancestors and they will listen to you.  You dont even really need to ask for a blessing.  You could simply say something along the lines of:
“Good Morning Ancestors.  I welcome you this day”.

All you are doing with your prayers is acknowledging that they exist and that they are apart of your world.  By giving them a simple welcome everyday you will start to feel their presence build up.  You will begin to know them and feel them like you do can with other spirits and beings that you work with.  The more attention you give them the more you will notice them.

Prayers can be more complex and verbose.  My personal prayers evolved from a simple Hello and welcome to a full blessing and daily petition for them to be here.  There is a bit of praise and there is a bit of thanks.  These prayers are offered twice daily.  I feel that they flowed from me into the written form when I was channeling spirits and writing prayers for them.  My ancestors let me know what they wanted.

Offerings and Gifts

The final way that we can work with our ancestors is in offerings and gifts.  These gifts are ways that we say thank you and show our appreciation to them.  There are many ways types of gifts that can be given to our ancestors.   You can give your ancestor basically anything you would give yourself or a person.  They are still family and they are still people.

For myself I consider flowers on graves a gift to them.  I also place flowers on the altars every so often as remembrances of them.  I try and give them their favorite flowers.  I also try and give them their favorite things.  For my grandmother I will think of her when I go bowling and send her some of that energy as play and a memory of our times together.

On holidays I will set aside a portion of the food on my plate for my ancestors.  I will let it sit till the end and eat that last.  They eat the essence of that portion while I eat my meal.  When I have finished the portion for me they will have had their fill and I can take nourishment from the food.  Other cultures burn food offerings to ancestors and spirits.  Some burry the food in the yard.   Other throw it into the woods for animals to eat.

There are some taboos in various cultures about what can and can’t be given to ancestors and the dead.  If you belong to a specific culture, religion, and or tradition I suggest that you look into ways that they honor the dead.  By honoring the traditions of your culture, your religion and your tradition you are honoring your ancestors in that way as well.   These traditions after all were ancestral in many cases.

Conclusion:

This post has covered my own discovery into the importance of ancestral veneration.  It has covered the types of ancestors and a few of the ways that we can work with our ancestors.  Your ancestors are part of who you are.  They are powerful allies that can teach you things you wouldn’t imagine and who can be there for you in ways none else can.   Your ancestors are still here in this life and in this world just in a different form.

There are many ways to work with them.  Once you start working with them you will find that there are many more ways and reasons to work with them.  I’ve been working with my ancestors actively for several years and my relationships with them continue to grow and develop.  I am constantly learning new reasons to honor them and new ways of working with them.  The more I learn the more I realize there is to learn.

These allies seem to be the ones that develop the most as I develop spiritually.  The more I understand spiritual and magical practices the stronger they seem to become and the more things we seem to be able to so together.  Its my hope that any one who has read this will start to develop their own relationships with their ancestors and start to find the power and comfort in ancestral grace and guidance.

other tips for new cat owners / people who may get cats soon:

no, getting a grown cat won’t be boring / less cute! they’ll become just as attached to you as a kitten. get a cat that speaks to you (literally or figuratively, maybe you want a cat that’s chatty). older cats will be so appreciative to have a home. 
people get rid of their cats for all kinds of unfair reasons. just the ones i’ve seen on the craigslist listings in the last 5 minutes: “i am just more of a dog person (7mo old kitten)”, “we hoped she would get over her kittenish behavior, she has not (2yr old cat)”, “i need to get rid of my cat before my baby is born (3yr old cat)”.
you can totally pick up a beautiful, loving, grown up kitty who will be needing some comfort after getting dumped. just look at this girl.

(taken off craigslist) she would be more than happy to live her cat life with you. is she not cute? she is. she is cute. so, ultimately, adopt whatever cat you like, but don’t rule out older cats!

nextly: no no, do NOT declaw your cat. DON’T DO IT. I’M TELLIN YA.
it’s a deeply painful procedure, actually removing the entire first knuckle, not JUST the nail. it causes long-term and potentially permanent pain in the cat, and can lead to nasty infections, behavioral problems, and helplessness if they ever find themselves outside and in need of protection or climbing abilities.
“but i don’t want my cat to scratch me / my kid / my furniture!” okay, i feel you, but there are other, cheaper, less inhumane options. my favorite of which are claw caps.

you gently press on your cat’s foot (to unsheath their claws), and place the soft cap onto their claw using the glue that’s included in any soft paw kit you get. it might take some getting used to on the cat’s part, but it should under no circumstances be painful, and when the kitty’s claws grow, the cap just kinda falls off, and you’ll put another one on.
you can also file or clip their nails down! if you’re too nervous or clumsy to do it, your vet will usually do it for a small fee, or a groomer can take care of it. Personally, I just let my cats’ claws hang out and accept the pokes when they knead on me, since i don’t have any little babies or expensive upholstery in my home. 

No, cats ain’t “low maintenance”. This is a living, social creature, not a chiapet. Especially if you’re raising them from kittenhood, they need a lot of attention and resources. cuddles, playtime, training, health care, feeding, cleaning up their facilities. you get a pet to interact with, not to buy and leave it be! a cat that you don’t socialize is going to be very moody and sad. get a pet if you plan to invest the time and energy they need- if not, maybe we can come back to that cactus idea? 

Cats need meat. I repeat, cats cannot survive without meat. Dogs need meat too- but cats are incapable of creating taurine in their own, and where do you find taurine? meat! hallelujah!! 
Feeding cats a vegan or vegetarian diet is a slow form of starvation and animal abuse. If you’re not comfortable feeding an animal meat, please do not adopt a carnivore. There are plenty of vegetarian mammals that you would be much better suited owning, but do not abuse your cats just because of your own feelings about protein. 
Without enough taurine in a cat’s diet, severe health problems will follow, like blindness, weak and decaying teeth, weak heart, and digestive issues. This is terrible. This objectively sucks. So pretty please give your cat a proper diet!

It’s way way safer to have an indoor cat. I don’t need you to tell me that you want your cat to be with you for many years, ‘cause I already know you do. Outdoor cats are exposed to wild animals, animal abusers, poisonous substances, cars, harsh weather, kidnapping, and diseases. Cats like rolling around in grass and grabbing birds from trees, and that’s great, but having an outdoor cat makes for a steep decrease in their estimated lifespan. The average lifespan of an indoor cat is 16.8 years, whereas outdoor cats average out to a hard-hitting 5.6. Ouch. 
So it’s definitely safer to keep a cat indoors! If you’re adopting a young kitten, it won’t be hard, since they won’t be expecting outdoor time already. If you’re still really into that whole grass idea, you should totally grow some indoor grass for your cat to chill in. 

good.

that’s everything i can think of for the moment, but please don’t be afraid to do your own research on animal care. there are tons of resources out there, and if you have a good vet, they’ll answer any questions you have! 

thank you for readin’ about cat care. as a reward, i’m adding a picture of toby as a baby. enjoy.

Becoming Queer

When I was 8 I was obsessed with Disney’s Aladdin. Not just the original movie, but both of it’s poorly made sequels too. I watched them everyday after school while I drew pictures in our basement TV room, simultaneously fixated on their adventures and creating my own on paper.

I remember being absolutely in awe of how handsome Aladdin was, but also of the beauty of Princess Jasmine. They were the most attractive people I could ever imagine existing.

When I was 10 my mom gave me an American Girl book all about puberty and the female body. I only read through the whole thing once, but I left it close to my bed because of the one page I looked at nearly everyday.

It was one of the sections of the book on bodily changes throughout puberty– body hair, periods, etc. At the bottom of was a picture of several girls in front of a mirror, completely naked, to illustrate the different sizes and shapes of breasts. I was absolutely fascinated by these girls: the soft curves of their hips, their round and full breasts, the way their thighs came together. Despite their cartoonish nature, this was the closest I’d come to seeing a grown girl’s body. It was foreign and beautiful to me.

Somehow, I knew this wasn’t normal, so I always hid the book after I was done in case mom asked why I still had it.

When I was 12 I found my self distracted in classroom discussion circles looking at girls chests and lips and thighs. Every time I caught myself I’d immediately look down at my lap and blush. I’d learned by now that it wasn’t normal for girls to look at other girls like that, what it meant to be gay. But I’d eventually find my eyes wandering again, my thoughts focused on how beautiful one of my female classmates was.

I remember walking down the hallway one day mentally reciting “you can’t be a lesbian, you like boys… every girl must look at each other like this.”

When I was 13 one of the girls that I clung to during PE (because they were just as repulsed by physical exertion as I was) told us she was bisexual. This was the first time I’d been told someone could be attracted to boys and girls at the same time. It was confusing and enlightening at the same time.

I remember she put her arms around my shoulders once, during badminton week, her face inches from mine. It made me nervous, but in a way that I’d never felt before. My stomach had dropped, and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like the fear I’d felt from scary movies and my dad yelling at me, but it wasn’t quite like when I felt exhilarated from riding a rollercoaster or binging on sugar with my friends… it was something in between, and entirely new.

I’d told my mom about it and she immediately wanted to call the principal and make sure the girl didn’t touch me like that again. That scared me, her reacting like that. I started acting repulsed by the girl afterwards, telling my friends she had flirted with me even though I wasn’t entirely sure she had, how weird it was and how weird she was.

Looking back, I probably wish that she had been flirting with me.

When I was 14 I was acquainted with the first queer couple I’d ever met. They were in theatre with me, and I’d been wanting them to start dating for months. At this point I’d stopped acting weirded out by gay people and claiming that bisexual people were “selfish and should just pick a side already.” I openly showed my support for gay people, citing my theatre friends of examples of how “normal” they could be.

I walked in on the couple in the dressing room one rehearsal, shocked to see them making out. I stood in the doorway a moment, then walked out without either of them seeing me.

I thought about their kiss for the whole day, wondering how their relationship worked, what it was like to date someone of the same gender as you. I was dating a boy at the time, my first boyfriend and the one that would create fear and an inability to trust for my entire high school career when he started abusing me. I wondered if this couple’s relationship could be anything like ours.

When I was 15 I joined Tumblr. I’d just moved from Michigan to Alabama, had my heart broken by my abusive boyfriend furthering the pain he was inflicting by cheating on me, and was just beginning to realize that I had an eating disorder with no idea how to feel about it or whether or not I wanted it to go away.Tumblr became a place for me to escape all this into “fandoms” and “fitblrs” and personal posts from strangers I didn’t know but whose lives intrigued me. It was on Tumblr that I first encountered the word “pansexual.” I was 16.

I was intrigued and slightly obsessed with the concept of it, pansexuality. I’d only just begun to learn about transgender and heard rumors of other genders outside of men and women, and being attracted to all of them or being “genderblind” seemed impossible, but incredible. I spent months randomly researching sexual orientation and transgender people before finally adopting the term as my own.

Though, it was only in my head that I claimed pansexuality as my own. I didn’t want to tell anyone… not because I was ashamed so much, I’d forgotten that stigma several years ago, but more because I was afraid that I only wanted to be pansexual, not that I actually was.

After all, if only ever been in relationships with boys at that point. How could I know if I was actually attracted to other genders if I’d never dated them?

When I was 17 I got my first crush on a girl. I didn’t recognize that that was my motive at the time, but I was constantly staring at her in the two classes we shared, payed special attention when she spoke, and the day she announced that she had a Tumblr I made it my goal to be a part of her life.

By winter we were best friends. By summer I’d begun to realize the extent of my feelings for her. The first time I got drunk at 19 I blurted out that I thought about making out with her all the time. I told her how I felt at 20, 3 years of pining later.

She told me she didn’t feel the same.

When I was 18 and in my first year of college, I binge watched all of Laci Green’s videos on YouTube, deciding that it was time I figured out how my body and how sex worked. Through her I found not only the courage to masturbate for the first time, but my first confrontation with “third genders.”

I obsessively studied nonbinary genders, claiming to just be interested in them, giving speeches and presentations on them for class, messaging nonbinary people to ask about their experiences. I came to accept that I identified with this term the summer of my sophomore year of college.

When I was 18 I also came out to my dad. I’d already come out to my close friends, sisters, and mother at this point– all giving me generally positive responses. This was not the case with my dad.

We were fighting in the kitchen, something that had become a regular thing since I’d started expressing my feminist and liberal beliefs. He was making homophobic comments and I guess I must of have been very clearly upset by this, because he asked, “do you have a problem with that?”

To which I responded, “Yeah, because I like girls, dad!”

My outburst led to two and a half years of him telling me that my identity was fake, a scheme to get attention, that all I believed was a result of my being brainwashed at college and my own self delusion. The full force my panic, bipolar disorder, and depression came out during this time. The first time I thought of killing myself was when he threatened to kick me out and cut me off from my sisters if I didn’t stop with this “feminazi LGBT bullshit.”

When I was 19 I started dating one of my best friend from high school– a boy, but pansexual like myself, I felt like this was the first queer relationship I’d been in.

He told me he didn’t want a monogamous relationship, that he identified as polyamorous– which I knew because this was one of the reasons his last relationships hadn’t worked out. Thinking I wouldn’t fall as desperately in love with him as I did, I agreed to an open relationship.

Two months into the relationship and much research and self reflection later, I’d come to accept that I was also polyamorous and I never wanted a monogamous relationship again.

When I was 20 a girl on Tumblr reblogged a set of selfies that I’d posted, exclaiming in the tags about how handsome I was. I took one look at her blog, saw the profile picture of her staring directly at the camera with intense blue eyes and an expression impossible to read, and immediately followed and messaged her my thanks.

We started messaging frequently, talking about such expansive and random things, things I’d never talked about with anyone. Soon we were messaging everyday and I began to realize how hard I was falling. I wanted her, I wanted her so badly.

I hadn’t had a crush on a girl that’d worked out in my favor and I was constantly pining for a girlfriend. I loved my boyfriend, I was still attracted to men and non-feminine genders, but I felt not only “too straight” to be queer at that point, but also like I was missing some sort of affection in my life that only a feminine partner could fill. And I was beginning to wonder if this girl was the person who could finally end my wanting.

The only problem with this girl was that she lived an ocean away from me, in Denmark to be specific. But my feelings became so strong that I couldn’t just be silent anymore: I told her I liked her.

She said she felt the same.

Today, March 2nd, 2017, Hayley Kiyoko released the music video for her single “Sleepover.” It wrecked me.

Hayley has become someone that I not only admire, but someone who makes me feel so validated in who I am. A mixed, Japanese American, queer girl in love with art and comfy clothing. Before Hayley, I’d never felt like there was anyone in the media who was even remotely like me. With great music and a connection I’d never felt in any other celebrity before, I became an avid fan. So naturally, when the video for “Sleepover” was released it only took me minutes to find it on YouTube and watch.

The music video was so much more than I could have anticipated, actualizing all my experiences as a queer feminine person, admiring from a far, living in my head with my fantasies and no hope of ever being able to experience them in reality. With this video I was thrown back into all the years I spent confused and afraid of how I felt and who I was, all the girls I wanted to be with but knew they couldn’t work out, or didn’t work out even when I tried. And as melancholy as these thoughts were at first, it pushed me to the realization:

I love who I’ve become. I love that I’m queer.

And despite how grueling the process of it all has been, I wouldn’t trade all that heartache for a normal life if I could. I wouldn’t give it all up to be the straight girl with no struggles or worries about who she loved as I once believed I would. Even with the pain that it had brought, becoming queer has made me the person I am today.

And I love that person, even if there are still rough edges to be smoothed, I am finally unafraid of who I am.

Parts 1-7 of JJBA in Terms of Dio Brando
  • Part 1: George Joestar is dumb enough to adopt Dio Brando
  • Part 2: The origin of Dio Brando's vampire powers
  • Part 3: Someone finally fucking kills Dio Brando
  • Part 4: A small break from Dio Brando that actually turns out to involve him anyway
  • Part 5: Guess what? Dio Brando also had a son
  • Part 6: Dio Brando seduces a priest and continues to fuck shit up from beyond the grave
  • Part 7: Dino Brando

And I Thought You Might Be Mine

*click through to read on ao3

Written by: Nai | @hiddenpolkadots
Prompt: Tol: is that my shirt?
Smol, wearing a shirt that goes down to their knees: … no
words: 2500


Bellamy is aware that living with Clarke was going to come with some challenges.

(Or, as Octavia put it, rather excitedly, “It’s going to be a total fucking shitshow, and Raven and I have a bet going on who would commit murder first.”)

But despite their friends utmost certainty that things were going to crash and burn within the first week, they’ve been happily living together for the past six months, so he made sure to tell them to suck it after they hit the two week mark, because he’s a responsible adult.

That isn’t to say that it’s a walk in the park either. He and Clarke still argue about every little thing, but that’s just how they communicate. Now they just add arguing about domestic things such as whose turn it is to do the dishes, or why hasn’t he taken out the trash yet into the mix as well. He maybe likes it a bit too much, but no one needs to know about that.

He’s also become privy to a lot more of her quirks which- he likes to think that being friends, or at least acquaintances, with Clarke for over four years meant that he knew her fairly well, but once they move in, it becomes a whole other story.

For example, he learns that despite being left handed, she brushes her hair and teeth with her right, she always has to keep a full cup of water on her bedside table at night, and she needs more pillows than necessary to sleep.

Perhaps the most interesting quirk of hers is that she’s always stealing his clothes, all the fucking time.

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Russian names: pet names

As in, names for loved ones, not for pets, although those are fun, too.

(I’ve been considering a post like this for a long time, and then I got an ask requesting it, so I decided to go ahead and pick up my drafts. Dear person who requested it, I’m very sorry, I accidentally clicked “send” before I took note of your URL, that’s why I’m not tagging you. Credits for prompting this are yours, anyway.)

Most Russian partners and spouses address and refer to each other by the diminutives or their first names, sometimes using a slightly different version than everyone else (Vitka or Vitenka, rather than just Vitya, Yurka or Yurochka rather than Yura), but generally, they use the same names for each other as their siblings and close friends use for them.

Also, Russians in general (especially Russian men, Georgi Popovich notwithstanding) are a little (okay, a lot) more reserved than people in a lot of other countries; ending every phone call with “I love you”, making sure there are always fresh flowers in the house and bringing each other breakfast in bed isn’t something that happens very often, not even in novels.. 

Therefore, not a lot of Russians make up pet names for each other, call each other something new and sweet every day or even explicitly say “I love you” at all. 

That said, pet names still do exist, and people do use them - sometimes sincerely, and sometimes jokingly or even in mocking.

Before I begin my three-page rant on Russian nicknames, I’d like to make sure we’re clear about three things.

First, my transliteration isn’t the only correct way to spell it. There’s often no right way to transliterate some words or letters, so if you see and like some other way to spell some word - go ahead and use that, it most possibly doesn’t matter. Just watch out for o/a and e/i in unstressed syllables (it’s YurOchka, VitEnka), because those, if spelled wrong, look like spelling mistakes rather than alternative transliterations.

Second, YMMV. Russia is huge. Dialects exist. People are different. There’s a good chance someone may use some words differently, and that’s okay.

Third, I hope everyone’s aware that it’s also okay to use any words you like in your fanfic, even if they only sound Russian, or don’t even sound Russian at all; it’s your text, you’re the one who’s creating the universe your characters live in; the Russia in your fanfic doesn’t have to be exactly the same as the Russia that exists in our world.

If, however, you want to stick to the real-life Russian pet names, this text is for you.

The first thing that’s important to remember when picking a Russian endearment is gender. A lot of Russian words aren’t gender-neutral, and using the wrong gender makes it hilarious if the person is secure in their gender or offensive, if they have gender-related issues. So please, make sure you pick a gender-neutral word or use the correct version of a gendered one. I marked all feminine words with an f, and all masculine with an m, and explicitly stated if the word is gender-neutral.

The word most frequently used in fanfic, “дорогой(m, dorogoy)/дорогая(f, dorogaya)” is, indeed, the equivalent for “darling”, but in real life it’s hardly ever used as an endearment. Instead, it’s more of a word for old married couples: “Dorogaya, you ruined my life, - You’re not exactly a gift yourself, dorogoy!”. It’s used ironically or jokingly much more often than as an actual way to address someone you love. It’s also the same word as “expensive”, so statements like “Moya dorogaya is very dorogaya, that’s the third silver necklace this week” aren’t unheard of.

Much more often used is “милый(m, miliy)/милая(f, milaya)”. It basically means the same - “dear/darling” - but sounds more gentle and intimate. Young women use that, along with lubimiy, on girly forums to refer to their boyfriends (”Last night miliy said that I…”).

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anonymous asked:

You are dating.... This is the best news I've ever gotten. Me and my gf, who had a similar life story, are literally going awn at everything you post now.

a significant benefit of the internet and the strange pockets of online community it harbours is the people you meet, perhaps not having the opportunity to otherwise. it’s something i think i’ll never get tired of ranting on about. also, something i feel i never do proper justice to!

we met online roughly ten years ago now, then spent the following nine years talking nonstop and creating together. we met in person for the first time at fifteen, and visited each other each following year after. the long term plan we envisioned was always elaborate, grand and involved the two of us living together. around october last year, as opposed to visiting we talked about me moving in instead. 

so. i flew across the country, and i’ve been here since. even then, it took us another four or five months to get around to actually dating, but. hey. sometimes you’re a fanfiction trope. sometimes you’ve accidentally been deeply head over heels for your best friend since you were seventeen. sometimes you adopt a cat together before you realise you can kiss. sometimes you imagine a life in which the two of you live together in a countryside home and anyone you enter a relationship with (potentially even marry) gets to live in another separate home and also never see you. sometimes you play life is strange and look at it like, haha… me… but not in a GAY way. you know! 

in all honesty. i know this is our silly little joke blog and we don’t do much serious content creation or sentiment here, but. i just want to take a moment to express that the other mod is unbelievably intelligent, compassionate, talented, and i love her endlessly. existing at and on the same level as someone is a strange fucking thing. it’s a kind of balance, in that. a crafting of a third space within the universe. 

but. anyway. straight people smell. 

Who the Hell is Apollo Justice? - an AA5/AA6 critique

A twitter thread reminded me that during NaNoWriMo last year, I wrote 1,600 words on why Apollo in AA5/AA6 frustrates me so much.  Be warned, this is only very lightly edited, so it’s more of a ramble than a full essay. 


So, Apollo! Lemme start off by saying that character-wise, e.g. personality and dialogue and whatever, I don’t really have any objections to how Apollo’s portrayed in AA6 or AA5 (give or take some of his DarkMode angst in AA5-5.) People go on and on about how AA5 and AA6 “totally redeemed” him but he honestly doesn’t feel that different from AA4.

The trouble with Apollo is basically everything surrounding him, and how it was handled.

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The archetypes of Gemini and Pisces are changeable, as in, the way they express often shifts depending on their current influences, curiosities and company, they sort of shift to accommodate the new information and to connect to the people around them. 

Whereas Libra, who aren’t really changeable in the same terms, tend to accommodate those around them without actually shifting in how they express. They weigh things up, deliberate, seek fairness, but do this consistently.

Whereas you may see infinite shifts in the archetypes of Gemini and Pisces, Libra don’t really enter complete shifts, but are are malleable with their company in that they are open to other peoples opinions, where they then can decide to adopt them or not.

anonymous asked:

Can you explain your reasons about being against 'Space Dad' Shiro? I've seen others against the idea and just wanted to hear yours.

Roughly, I think that it separates him from the team more than it really does and it feels like it makes light of, or even suggests is a good thing, Shiro’s tendency to short himself to try and be there for the team. Again, that’s why I talk about him being like the eldest child who’s trying to fill in as another parent.

I’ve often seen it taken literally, and Allura also roped into this “parent” role with Coran made absent and the other paladins infantilized in AUs or such.

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Every Silent Hill game in 'Local Man' terms
  • Silent Hill Origins: Local man loses truck, rescues burning child, remembers father's death
  • Silent Hill: Local man crashes jeep, loses child, helps ghost kill god
  • Silent Hill 2: Local man kills wife, meets stripper, adopts a child
  • Silent Hill 3: Local girl has bad dream, loses father, kills god
  • Silent Hill 4: Local man locked in apartment, finds corpse in walled up room, saves neighbour from ghosts
  • Silent Hill Homecoming: Local man with memory loss kills local judge, comes to terms with accidental drowning of brother
  • Silent Hill Downpour: Local man arrested, escapes from crashed prison bus, frees caged birds
  • Silent Hill Shattered Memories: Local man realizes that he is actually a ghost, local woman comes to terms with father's death
  • Silent Hill Book of Memories: Local blogger hasn't finished game, can't make decent joke, gives up and moves on
  • Silent Hill P.T: Local man trapped in never ending hallway while Swedish radio plays, wonders whose baby is in the sink
Children of The Gods Ch. 2 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: So here is chapter 2, sorry I’m posting it late at night. I was having some hesitation because of how long it is. I hope you guys don’t mind the length because I just feel it’s super long but I kinda just went ‘fuck it’. I posted something about if the length matters and people were saying that it didn’t so I hope everyone likes this. Thanks guys, love ya
(Again I appreciate any feed back, and lmk if you like this length too if you don’t mind)

Ch. 1 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6

Tagging: @memento-scribet @cherryignacio @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @annoyed-kitten11 @4evahevah @crazyfangirl1810 @aworldwideapart @shortycraft13 @nerdy-and-ginger @bat-lakota @left-boob-chris @tim-help @zuni21798 @hamsterforlive @books-netflix-and-pizza @sad-horchata @star-wars-5555 @abluepenguinlove @so-little-time-to-many-fandoms @ultralillylove @holywinchesterness @miraisnotavailable @marvelsimaginess @axa-vega

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The smile you wore when speaking to them was all a facade. In reality there was a lot going wrong at the camp, and you couldn’t help but feel something bad was about to happen. The magical barrier around the camp was faltering. Multiple monsters had wandered inside the borders, luckily being taken out before anyone found out. Only you, Kaldur, the camp council, and a few others knew of the breaches.

You had talked with Zatanna about the fluctuations but she had yet to have any answers for you. Leading to your stressed state about this all.

Not to mention you also had a missing person to deal with. M’gann had taken to mentoring a young man by the name of Garfield Logan, sharing the same immortal mother. He had a hard time coming to terms with his heritage. Thinking his adoptive mother was his actual mother for his entire life, however she has passed. Garfield had taken sometime away from the camp in order to visit his old home. You sent along a protector but he still hasn’t returned when he was supposed to three days prior.

M’gann was on your heels about this, but there was only so much you could do without proof of foul-play. You had informed the League but that was as far as you could go.

“You are thinking about Garfield.” Kaldur stated as you both walked toward the stables. He could read you like a book. Kaldur was the only other child of the Big Three in the camp. The Big Three being Poseidon, Zeus, and Hades. You are both the strongest and believed to become the strongest out of the League as well. It is known that children of the three are more powerful than any Demigods.

Sighing you nodded, “I wish there was more I could do, but the League claims they have things handled. I know I should have trust in them but Garfield is apart of this camp, making him my responsibility.” A tone of frustration more than evident.


“I understand your frustrations, but you must remember to deal with the problems at hand. We must figure out this problem with the barrier.” Kaldur reasoned. Looking at him letting out a breath, “You’re right. Let’s go talk to Zatanna again. See if she has anything more figured out.” Rerouting your path toward the library.

Kaldur and you idly chatted while making your way to the library, brainstorming some problems that could be causing the fragility of the barrier. When entering the library you found Zatanna in her usual spot in the back. Her eyes glued to a book hovering in front of her, two others floating next to her.

“Earth to Zatanna. Daughter of Hecate do you copy?” You joked, covering your mouth with your hand. Her eyes peeked up from her book. “[F/N], Kaldur what brings you by?” She looked between the both of you.

“Do you have any more answers on the barrier?” Kaldur asked as you both sat in front of her. She shook her head, “No. I have read nearly every spell and magic book here and I haven’t found a solution.” She sighed, obviously feeling the pressure from all of this.

“You know what, we’re all stressed. How about we leave this to sit for a night, go to the claiming ceremony, and deal with the rest of this tomorrow?”  You offered, looking at your just as overwhelmed friends. They nodded in agreement, all standing you made your way out of the library to head to the dining hall. Each of you talking about something other than your duties to the camp.

Zatanna was explaining a new spell until Wally came running up to the three of you. “Hey [F/N]!” he called as the three of you stopped to look at him. “What’s up Wally? Where are the new recruits?” Eyes wandering the surrounding area.

“Dick and Miss M took them to the dining hall, but the head of the Council wanted me to tell you they want to meet with you now.” He explained, giving you a sorry expression.

“So much for a break” Your shoulders slacking. “Thanks Wally, I’ll see you guys at the ceremony I guess.” Saying to your friends before heading to where the council held meetings.

The Council consisted of top members of the league. Those members being, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Oliver Queen, Diana Prince, Barry Allen, J’onn J’onzz, and Arthur Curry. Some of the most powerful Demigods and goddesses.

Walking into the main cabin at the back of the camp, you made your way to the council’s chambers. Upon entering they all turned their attention to you. “[F/N]” Bruce called your attention. “Is something wrong?” You asked, gaze switching to each member.

“We’re wondering as to what is being done about the barrier.” J’onn was the next to speak up. You nodded in understanding, “Zatanna is doing everything in her power to figure out the problem. Until then, those of us aware of the breaches have been alternating patrols throughout the night to keep from anymore monsters entering the borders.” Explaining while trying to ease their worries.

They all nodded, “Um, if you wouldn’t mind me asking. Have you had any more luck with finding Garfield?” Questioning hesitantly.

“I’m afraid we have not.” Diana said, giving you the answer you feared. Diverting your gaze to the floor, “I understand. Is there anything else?”

The League members shook their heads, “No, that is everything. We will be leaving the claiming ceremony to you as well. We have some urgent league business to attend too, thank you [F/N].”

You nodded to them respectfully before turning on your heels and walking out. Dreading the long walk to the ceremony. At least this was something you weren’t in charge of, this was all Dick’s department. Him, Wally, and M’gann were by far some of the friendliest in the camp, making them the best for the job.

And that they are.

The ceremony preparations went off without a hitch and nearly everyone was gathered in the dining hall. Everyone eager to know the parentage of the new demigods in their home. Often times the half bloods would play a game by trying to guess who the newbies parents were.

Jason, Kori, and Roy constantly felt eyes on them and heard chuckling after whispers. The three were all a bit confused, not knowing about this tradition. “Uh, hey Dick. What is everyone talking or more whispering about?” Roy asked the Demigod sitting across from him.

“Oh, it’s a little game the residing half bloods play. Whenever new Demigods or goddesses join the camp, they try and guess who their parents are by their appearance and skills. Sometimes it’s obvious but others it’s a challenge.” Dick explained cheerily, Roy and Kori exchanged an amused glance while Jason was unaffected by the new information. Why would he care about who they thought was his mother? He knows Athena is his mother, she saved him from becoming a permanent resident in Hades’ realm.

However Roy and Kori were rather curious. They listened around, chuckling at some of the suggestions. “What do you guys think?” Kori asked looking at their three tour guides and Zatanna who had joined them. The four exchanged a look. Dick held his chin examining the three, “Hmmm, well I know Jason’s so I will skip him. But Roy I think you might be Apollo like me, you’re archery skills are quite impressive. Kori I’m thinking Aphrodite because you’re gorgeous.” Dick flirted, making Kori laugh and Jason roll his eyes. ‘Leave it to Demigod of flirting to hit on Kori’ Jason thought while glaring at Dick.

Jason doesn’t have feelings for Kori or anything, but he sees her as a sister. Making him protective. Though Jason’s thoughts were cut off by Dick turning to the others, “What about you guys?”

“I kind of agree with you Dick, but I can’t read you Jason” M’gann looked over the three. “I think Aphrodite too, you’re very handsome Jason” Zatanna chimed in, not completely flirting with him but leaving the assumption out there.

Jason was taken aback by the compliment, but his expression didn’t show it. He was in fact a bit turned off by the accusation. Aphrodite? Was she kidding? Looks was the only reasoning?

Jason was about to reject the accusation but they all heard the doors to the dining hall open and close. Diverting his attention there seeing you walk in, looking rather stressed. Witnessing as you walked over next to Kaldur, leaning next to him. Your hands interlocking behind your neck while you threw your head back, presumably letting out a groan. He couldn’t help but wonder what had you stressed.

He was so busy watching he hadn’t realized Dick was telling them it was time for the ceremony. “Jay!” Dick shook his shoulder. “What?” growling shortly. “The ceremony, do you want to miss it?” Dick said calmly, being used to Jason’s temper.

“Yeah, let’s just get this done” he stood up and followed his two friends. Dick began to call the attention of the room.

You and Kaldur stayed in the back, watching the ceremonies’ beginning. It was like every other claiming ceremony. Dick gave a small explanation speech while also telling the story of how the Gods and Goddesses came to be.

Your attention peaked when you saw the claiming begin. Noticing as two symbols began to form. Above Roy formed the symbol of a hammer, signaling his father being Hephaestus. Next was the symbol of an Owl forming above Jason, signaling his mother being Athena. You didn’t know Jason well but you found it rather fitting, having seen his skepticism in the beginning.

However the claiming that had everyone in awe was Kori’s. She was claimed by Aphrodite, however a symbol did not form above her. Instead her beauty was enhanced making her even more stunning than before. Everyone immediately began to applaud, however it was completely cut off when a tremor inducing thunder clap rolled through the sky.

Your attention instinctively grabbed and as soon as it happened Conner came bursting through the doors. “[F/N]!” He yelled running over to you. “What’s wrong?” Meeting him halfway with Kaldur.

“It’s the Sirens, they’re through the barrier!” Panic in his voice. “Gather the guards, keep them as far away from the hall as possible. Kaldur, grab Dick, Wally, M’gann, anyone strong enough to hold their ground out of here. Zatanna!” You yelled and she ran over as Kaldur went to grab warriors in the hall. “What do you need?”

“I need you to make a magical barrier around the hall, hold it there, no one gets in here.” She nodded in understanding. Dick ran over to you, “What’s happening? The Sirens got through the barrier? How?!” Bombarding you with questions. “I can answer that later, I need you, Kaldur, and Conner to lead the guards and whoever Kaldur gathers to hold them back.” Talking as you and the forming group exited the hall.

“And what about you?” Conner questioned. “Me? I’m going to go get their motivation to leave.” Glancing at them all before making a turn toward the stables, the rest of them going the other way.

Breaking out into a sprint and throwing the stable doors open. Hearing the whinny and roars of spooked horses as you continued down the corridor. Reaching a stall at the end, swinging the gate open. The creature inside turning its attention to you.

Taking in it’s white coat and mane, but also the graceful yet powerful white wings. Striding over to the pegasus you held it’s head in your arms, “I need your help sweetie.” whispering to it. The creature whinnied, and you smiled leading it out of the stall before mounting. Racing out of the building before taking to the sky.

You had one destination in mind, the cabin dedicated to your father at the top of the mountain. Landing outside of it you slipped off and ran inside. Sifting and searching through the artifacts and items, finding the case your mother had informed you about.

Placing it on the desk you unclasped the locks before taking a deep breath and opening it. Your hand hesitated over the opened case, wondering whether you should take the powerful object into your hand. You were about to pull away before another crash of thunder sounded. Head jerking to look out the window before throwing caution to the wind and grabbing the object. Running back to mount the pegasus once more & racing to where the battle ensued.

Your guards and the strongest of the camp trying their best to fight off the villains known as the Sirens. They were a group of three sirens, beautiful but dangerous creatures that lured tragic souls with their beautiful voices to their doom. These Sirens go by the names Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and Selina Kyle. Highly skilled and deadly.

When attacking the camp they brought monsters, each one matching the ones taken out when they entered the camp borders.

The demigods did their best to fight off the Sirens and their little pets. Jason, Kori, and Roy had joined the fight, having just as much experience as the others. However they had never taken on an attack like this.

They had each taken a few good blows. Jason was currently was stuck against a Drakon. A giant, serpent like creature. Armed with a sword he attempted to fight it off but was swiped with the creature’s tail, sending him off his feet. When it went to strike at him, he held it’s fangs back with his sword. It’s jaws were inches from his face before thunder clapped and the creature roared before falling dead.

It’s cause of death being a lightning bolt. Everyone’s attention diverting to the source.

You landed gracefully, the pegasus rearing as the lighting bolt that your father left for you was clutched in your grasp, a true god’s entrance.

The Sirens looked at you with a sneer, “Look, it’s the Princess of the Gods. What’re you expecting honey? A curtsey?” Ivy called looking over at you.

“Why are you here?” You yelled at them, tone intimidating the beasts and many of your own warriors. “Well, we’re not exactly fond of your father sweetheart or his friends for that matter. So why not target the people they love?” Selina called next.

“You are starting a war you can’t hope of finishing.” Shaking your head at them. Keeping yourself tall and firm. Jason stared at you in awe, not only did you just save him but you were easily staring down three of the most dangerous foes he had gone up against.

Harley cackled, “Listen hunny, there are three of us and one of you. What hope do you have?” as soon as the words escaped her throat a loud thunder roared once more, making the three flinch.

“I suggest you leave now before you test my or my father’s patience any longer.” Lightly kicking the pegasus’ sides, signaling it to take a step forward.

“Alright we’re goin, but this in’t ovah” Harley threatened before they all turned their backs, the monsters having already fled. You stared as they retreated.

“I guess since you don’t want us here anymore, you don’t want the little demigod boy back?” Ivy called over your shoulder. “What was his name? Garfield?” Selina looked over at her partners.

Your eyes widened at the claim. Immediately kicking the pegasus harder, making it take off and cut off their exit. “Where is he?!”

Harley smirked, “Sorry sweetie, even with your glowstick we ain’t tellin.” Her eyeing the lightning bolt in your hand. Selina wore a triumphant smile, as if they were planning this, “But of course, we’re always up for a trade. You want the little brat, bring us the last known supply of adamantine on Earth. As the daughter of Zeus you must know where it’s held.”

Adamantine, the metal of the gods. Unbreakable, untarnishable, lightweight and resilient. “And if I don’t? What if I track you down without the adamantine?” Challenging the three. “We will just have to see how much pain the boy can take, and you wage a deadly war.” Ivy threatened in a loud whisper. “[F/n]!” M’gann yelled, looking over you saw the fear in her eyes.

Meeting their gaze again you simply stared at them weighing your choices. “Oh well, it’s your choice. You have five days time to give us what we want, or we’ll just have to take somethin else. I mean we all know demigods aren’t immortal. Have fun deciding little hero.” Ivy said in an airy, light of tone type of voice before the three walked out of the camp.

Leaving you to stare where they once stood. Hands gripping the mane of your steed. “[F/n]?” M’gann yelled again. “LET ME THINK!” snapping back. The demigods fell silent. Looking down at the lightning bolt you came to a decision. Dismounting you began to lead the pegasus away, passing Kaldur as you went.

Announcing to him, “We leave in the morning.”

anonymous asked:

hi! i just played your little visual novel and i was SO COOL!!! I feel like i know tamashi a little better now, as well as the universe he lives in. also i saw that two of your other OC's where there too, and i was wondering, are they also gonna be a part of the comic? also where is the background music from? THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO MAKE THIS VISUAL NOVEL AND SHARE IT WITH US IT REALLY IS AWESOME!


OH MY GOSH THANK /YOU/ FOR PLAYING!!!!!!! (ノ≧∀≦)ノ The universe of the little visual novel, even though it has the same title, has nothing to do with D.Gray-man! (Oh well, Tim is still there! I couldn’t come up with something to substitute him!!! I really like that Tim is Tamashi’s best friend ;u; But I’ll think of something eventually!!) The thing is that The price of a soul isn’t a single story. My idea was to finish the comic first! And then go about the next project which also involves Tama! I was exploring the idea of introducing game-ish parts in a comic, along with interactivity and choices to explore. For that I thought of little Tamashi as a traditional rpg hero: a sword, a brave heart and a purpose. 

Initially, I thought of this as also a DGM story in a different world and context: he’s traveling because he’s heard of an academy that trains heroes, and he!! wants to be one!! To be a hero you need to bond your soul to a weapon and he’s got his father sword! That’s the only thing he knows about him, the only thing he has left. Except that, along the way, he bonds his soul to a different sword which becomes his protector:

I found myself thinking what if the only thing Tamashi knows is his father was a great hero during the big wars, but he never got to know him? He only inherits his too-huge-to-brandish katana and Timcanpy, who's’ been looking after him since he can recall. What if little, very little Tama decides he wants!! to be a hero!! like his father!!! so he can be worthy of brandishing his sword!! And then I thought what if! the weapons of each hero are, indeed, souls that can adopt human form. What if the white sword he bonds with by mistake is actually, Allen, who adopts the shape of a small wooden sword so Tamashi can handle him, a welcoming, kind soul who immediately grows fond of our boy AND THEY LIVE ENDLESS ADVENTURES (ノ≧∀≦)ノ

The problem is the copyright issues though… it might be counterproductive to set these long-term projects in my future when I don’t really own part of the characters. So since the visual novel is going to be an official project- and even though it has Tim in it- I had to stick to original universe/characters. I developed the VN with the idea of this RPG Tamashi in mind! So I’m not really sure The price of a soul is going to continue on the DGM world/with DGM characters or once I’m done with the comic Tamashi will jump onto his own story! (it makes me sad, though, because I really really really like him with Allen, Kanda and Lavi)

ALSO THE OST IS FROM JOURNEY!! It’s the game that made me want to take everything I was doing one step further!!

yoon jisung - demigod!au; nemesis

Originally posted by yjjisung


  • for those who dont know, nemesis is the goddess of revenge, retribution and balance
  • shocked? same for jisung.
  • jisung was adopted by a very loving and caring family with very accepting siblings.
  • no one knows about his family or past; it was the cliche, he was left on rhe porch of the family in basket wrapped in a ducky blanket, something he still dearly treasures since he feels its his only connection to his biological parents.
  • he was home schooled, so he had a limited amount of friends which meant he was very protective and loving of his family.  
  • he lived a pretty normal life, and since he wasn’t exactly the most powerful of demigods, monsters didn’t really bother to chase him down.
  • up until he was about to finish highschool with his home school program thing that is
  • he was at the grocery store, picking up produce for his family since he had promised to cook dinner that night,
  • he was reaching for the tomatoes when a big burly hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
  • slowly looking up he saw a big muscular man looking down at him with the biggest huffs and puffs coming out out of his mouth.
  • “y-yo-you can ha-a-ave th-the to-to-toma-tomato if yo-you want” he stuttered, gulping a lump down his throat.
  • slowly, he watched the big man throws his wrist down and the tomato flung out of his hand smashing into the shelf, the force creating a hole through the shelf
  • luckily the civilians around only saw it splatter onto the cereal boxes because of the mist but many angry customers were watching in disgust
  • jisung ran over to the shelf and attempted to pick up the tomato but of course in his vision it wasn’t there but behind the shelf
  • he looked up, about to ask why the man did that but instead was meet with a kick in the gut that flung him into shelf
  • screams exploded around him and he gripped his stomach painfully
  • the man had reached his eye level, just grunting and smirking, through his blurry vision, jisung noticed his eyes slowly combining into one and he wanted to scream, realizing he was witnessing a cyclops about to beat him to pulp
  • instead only tears rolled down his checks and inaudible sounds escaped from his mouth. all he could think about was his family and how theyre going to react if he suddenly died or disappeared
  • as the cyclops was about to grab him, he squeezed his eyes shut, (causing more tears to spill) expecting to be crushed but instead he heard another loud crash
  • there you were, all bad ass in just a tshirt and jeans. he had realized you had kick down the cyclops twice your size.
  • before the cyclops could get back up your frame was already on top of him, your dagger already aligned with it’s eyes
  • jisung’s sobs erupted as you jabbed your dagger in and quickly jumped off the cyclops, grabbing his hands, pulling up his knees
  • “stop crying we gotta go okay" you said hurriedly, trying to calm him down
  • he’s a child; cheeks stained red, eyes shut tightly with over flowing tears and you raise a brow
  • “I ha-have t-t-to c-co-co-cook din-dinner"
  • you end up having to drag him out of the grocery store before the cyclops could attack again, you both run blocks until you make it to a parking lot
  • now he’s panting, sobbing and wont stop rambling about his family
  • “look as much as you love your family, you’re in danger okay” you’re trying not to rolling your eyes cause honestly what the fuck
  • you explain to him he NEEDS to bounce on over to camp half blood because monsters are after him since he’s a demigod
  • he’s stubborn though, he refuses to go with you he just needs to cook for his family
  • and you both just keep bickering like why can’t he understand he needs to fucking leave he’s in danger
  • and why cant you understand that family is important and that he can’t just disappear
  • you guys are having major culture shocks, it just something each of you weren’t used to
  • you weren’t used to the idea of a loving and tightly knitted family and he wasn’t used to “fending for yourself” 
  • so you guys compromise, he can finish this dinner thing and then the next morning he’ll leave with you with the condition that he can come back and that you’d stop bringing up this demigod nonsense for one night
  • so you guys go grocery shopping together again, he notices your uptight behavior and constant glances of worries and he tries to ease you by being his good ol happy self, all meme like and jolly 
  • you guys also end up introducing yourselves (finally)
  • as you guys are the leaving the store, he apologizes about your dagger and you blinked a couple times like “wdym?????”
  • and he’s like “your dagger ?????? the one you left in the cyclops???????”
  • “OOH, dw bout it, it’s gonna come back”
  • he’s dumbfounded, like what the fuck are you saying ?????
  • “it’s reappears when I need it, it’s name it’s emfanistei"
  • “oh that’s cute it’s literally named reappear”
  • and he catches himself, he’s wide eyed
  • “w HY dO I kNoW THa T?????????????” he freaks the fuck out
  • and you’re like chiiiiiilllll it’s cause you’re greek u demigod calm down
  • when you make it back to his place, you’re starting telling him you’ll be back at dawn he has math equations around his head
  • “where are you going?” 
  • “finding a motel?”
  • this is also the first time you hear jisung go “what the fuck” and you see him with the most sassiest face that you didn’t think the crybaby happy go lucky boy could pull off
  • he forces you to eat dinner with his family, they’re all really sweet and all but you’ve never felt so out place
  • they’re all so sweet and caring it makes you feel bad for intruding
  • you both somehow bs an explanation and they’re convinced that he’s going to some intern summer camp thing
  • he insists you sleep on his bed and he takes the bean bag but you refuse, feeling bad for what you put him through all day
  • you both end up staying up a bit too late, discussing each other lives 
  • he was extremely fascinated by your demigod life
  • you also learn he’s adopted and that’s why hes so caring about his family
  • “i mean, i can’t loose two families right??”
  • he’s the type to suppress all his feelings in order to make other people feel better please protect the boy, hes actually sad deep down
  • he talked about how he used get bullied for it, how people told him how he was unwanted and useless 
  • it didn’t help that he was dyslexic and had adhd so he just turned to home schooling
  • he came to terms with it, knowing that he was loved by his family, whether or not they had the same dna and blood  
  • “I live a very happy and wholesome life now and that’s all that really matters right?” 
  • he doesn’t really hold a grudges against his biological parents, but he would just like to know why or what happened  
  • the next, he was all packed and ready to, packed as in just some essentials that he couldn’t survive without (his blanket)
  • it takes a lot of walking and buses to get to camp half blood, which makes a lot of room for conversations
  • there were a few awkward silences, good long talks (mainly him) and lots of exchanged jokes (also mainly him)
  • you guys end up talking about his potential parents and you were honest and said that he was probably demeter’s son but you really couldn’t tell
  • he realized that he knew nothing about your parentage so he was slightly surprised that you were ares’s child
  • “isn’t he like mean??? scary????? wAR??????”
  • and you kinda just chuckle because wow such stereotypes you’ve placed upon me
  • “but you’re so kind??? quiet??? i’m confused???”
  • and yall make it to camp half blood!!!!!
  • as soon as you get there your cabin mates kinda just scoff at him
  • “you got sooo lucky bro that they found you”
  • “ya, if we found you, you would’ve been done, you look like a twinkie”
  • and they snicker at each and you just roll your eyes
  • “leave him alone, its literally his first day”
  • he realizes that you’re really not the stereotypical ares kid
  • “oh shut up reject, this is why dad never sends you off to quests or gives you gifts.”
  • you’re walking away and jisung follows, trying to comfort you but you end up comforting him
  • “its fine, ares kids are always like that, just ignore them”
  • and this happens constantly and everytime jisung would just run by your side 
  • honestly since he’s so cheery and happy, he’s loved by many campers, except for the ares cabin
  • but he never ever drifts from you, you’re still his top priority 
  • you think he’s just being sweet and nice to you because you sorta saved his life
  • he always saves you a seat during meals and has your favorite drink already at the table 
  • at the bonfire, he’d always have an extra large blanket for you to share 
  • he even let you stay at his hermes cabin over night once because your siblings were being assholes
  • (he’s in the hermes cabin because he wasn’t claimed yet)
  • thats’ the night you realize how fast your heart races when you’re around him
  • you liked him
  • something about the two of you just clicked
  • it takes him a while to get claimed but he does, during a game of capture the flag
  • you get in a fight with your other cabin mates and they’re blaming you for losing 
  • even though jisung was on the other team, he came over and stood up for you
  • he cited how unfair your teammates were acting and insisted that they shouldn’t get to use the showers first since they were being assholes
  • “how does that even remotely make sense? that’s so petty, like showers???” your half siblings complained
  • “yea, cause you guys are complaining about something bratty, that means you get a bratty punishment”
  • even mr.d was amused by the solution since he was overhearing the argument
  • bam, he’s claimed by his mother nemesis
  • everyone is shook and he doesn’t understand why at first; theres a lot of scattered whispering
  • you have to explain to him that her children are known for being traitors, and self entitled assholes
  • it takes him a while to get used to, he’s angered by her because she’s kinda known for being a huge asshole and sorta evil and hes the polar opposite
  • but overtime he accepts himself like he always does, he realizes that he is a firm believer in balance
  • he doesn’t believe in irrational punishment and revenge, but he knows when its needed.
  • so he ends up becoming a referee for capture the flag occasionally when mr.d isn’t available because he’s “busy”
  • one time during another argument that involved you again, the ares cabin called him out for being your little guard dog
  • “so what if i stand up for them?” jisung responds “you guys are the ones treating them like shit”
  • “ya okay, go ahead, go to your little boy toy since you’re such a weakling and can’t stand up for yourself”
  • and jisung’s sassy side just goes OFF
  • “look here, you know damn well that y.n can literally beat the both of you into a pulp, unlike you though, they doesn’t feel the need to show off nor waste their energy on such useless statements, especially from low lifers like you guys.”
  • and the two ares children that were talking are furious but before they attack jisung you kinda just kick them down
  • “leave him alone okay, hes not my boy toy, I can genuinely for people unlike you inconsiderate assholes”
  • and as you two are walking away, he realized what you said
  • “you care for me?” he asked
  • “ya?” you bluntly replied
  • “like care care for me?”
  • “what does that even mean?”
  • “i like you” he blurts
  • and yall date,
  • and you perfectly balance each other ;-)
  • he’s really talkative and you’re a great listener 
  • he makes you laugh and relax and you keep him check 
  • you’re both protective of each other 
  • he really loves embarrassing you cause you’re still pretty shy about skinship, 
  • he finds you all red faced super cute
  • hes always sitting with the hermes cabin since he had been close with a lot of them since he wasn’t claimed for a long while and he has no one in the nemesis cabin that he isnt he afraid of 
  • and he always invites you over during meal times and the hermes cabin relentlessly tease you guys
  • he races you up the lava climbing wall and never wins
  • you help him with the history of greek mythology to which he always claims is boring and useless
  • when he sees you during sword fight class and defeating someone he would cheer so loud it almost embarrasses you 
  • “yEES thAtS mY ArES sIGnIFIcaNT OThER!!!!!!” “MY 10 OUT OF 10!!!!” “look did you see them just drop kicked that big guy?? tHEYrE mInE!!” 
  • and he’s all the way across the field near the cabin so everyone can hear him
  • your first kiss was at the armory while you guys were searching for a weapon for him
  • ya you both didn’t realize he was playing capture the flag weaponless
  • “what, i didn’t even do much anyways, i just kinda looked around, and if i found the flag i just told my teammates? besides, i don’t even play that often anyways”
  • “but yoU WeRE wEAPonlESS???? dEFenSeLeSS??????”
  • but you guys both find a him sword after sorting through all the too heavy and too light ones
  • “thanks babe youre the best! :-)))” and he kisses your cheek “perks of dating an ares child !!!!” 
  • god hes such a cutie
  • and you don’t realize that you’re staring at him, admiring his cute his smile and his half closed eyes
  • but he does, so he leans in to try to kiss you, but accidentally knocks down the barrel of spears, scaring the daylights out of you
  • he’s bright red and giggling and you just sigh and you end up kissing him, holding up the barrel of swords that was behind the spears just in cases it falls
  • you guys are exactly the the unexpected
  • the two scary mean violent cabins, dating in one peaceful harmony
  • how ironically fitting 

猫のいる生活~お兄さんシロネコ・ユキの場合~ (Neko no iru seikatsu 〜Onii-san Shironeko • Yuki no baai〜)

Venerdi has announced a second volume of their Neko no iru seikatsu series!

Synopsis (Paraphrased):

One rainy day, you end up bringing home and adopting Yuki, a sweet and gentle former housecat. As the days pass, you two happily spend time by each other’s side.


Yuki is a white stray cat that lives in your neighborhood. Because he was owned by a family in the past, Yuki is used to living with humans, and actually feels more uncomfortable and unsafe living outside of a home.

After he and his former owner parted on bad terms, Yuki wondered if the same thing would happen if another master was to come along, and remained wary of others. But Yuki then met you, and once again felt the joy that came with living with a human. 

Yuki is gentle and kind, and always concerns himself over you. In addition, his desire to monopolize you is quite strong, and he feels lonely quite easily. 


At 25, you are currently single and living in the detached house your parents left you. After leaving your previous job, you have been living as you want and taking it easy—although you are starting to tire of your unchanging lifestyle.

CV: 三楽章 (Makino Hideki)

Release Date: July 14th (Digital Download Edition), July 21st, 2017 (Packaged Edition).

Young vampires who try to blend in with whatever generation they end up a part of that decade by adopting their slang terms.

Young vampires who sound like awkward parents using words like “woke” and “salty.” Their voices are strained and forced as they try to be relatable.

No one in school can figure out why a 17 year old cringes every time they use slang.

Where are the grandkids?

I wish DC would stop giving Batman more kids and start giving him grandkids. Let Bruce get old, DC. Let Dick have a long-term stable relationship, let Jason at least consider adoption (and not for side-kick bait, DC, I’m wise to you). Let Tim out of his teenager-forever black-hole. Let Barbara, Stephanie, and Cassandra actually age and grow and not get rebooted every five years. Let Damian be a kid first, then let him be a teenager, then (god forbid) let him be an adult so future-me can read about my grumpy son all grown up.

Pre-Flashpoint Bruce has at least five kids, more if you broaden the definition, even more if you include elseworlds. That’s enough, DC. Stop it. Let his kids have their own kids. I know you let Dick and Kori have a kickass daughter in one universe, you are fully capable of writing grandkids. Also, let’s be real, Bruce can barely parent five kids, he lacks the emotional capacity for more, stop giving him more kids.

Admittedly, I’m still new to this fandom; I only get exposed to New 52/Rebirth characters through other fans. So maybe I will end up getting invested in Duke and Harper and Cullen as currently written (how many people remember Harper Row has a little brother?) But I can’t help but think I’d be more invested in their development if their mentors/parents/vague-adult-people-who-flail-and-try were Nightwing or Red Hood or Black Bat instead of Batman.

(You let Oracle mentor Cass and Steph once upon a time, that was a good time, do more of that.)

(But hey, what do I know, haven’t the most recent Batman thing I’ve really read was Court of Owls. Duke seems somewhat popular, I might be making mountains out of anthills.)

(Then again Harper Row is rare as hen’s teeth in fanworks, so meh)

(I grew up on Batman Beyond, I want old-man Bruce surrounded by his successful grown children, let the man age, DC.)

Things I'm Hoping We'll Get in Discovery

-Tarsus IV mentioned

Unfortunately, since Discovery only takes place ten years before the original series, it’s too late to have Tarsus IV actually happen in the show.

That doesn’t mean it can’t be mentioned, though, especially since we know for a fact this takes place in the Prime Universe, so it *did* happen.

Gimme some older teenager/early 20s Kirk still coming to terms with that bullshit. Which brings me smoothly to my next hope.

-Kirk

GIMME KIRK AT SOME POINT. At least have it mentioned that a plebe named Kirk at the Academy beat the Kobayashi Maru test.

-Spock

GIMME SPOCK. And considering the main character of this show is his adopted sister, I won’t be surprised if we see him in later seasons.

-Dr. Noonien Soong

I honestly just want them to bring Brent Spiner back because I love him.

-Don’t kill the gay characters, or the lady characters. In fact, don’t kill anyone in the main cast in the actual show. TOS didn’t do it, you guys can get away with not doing it. Don’t fucking do it.

*nervously tries to enjoy these characters without fear that they’ll go the way of Tasha Yar or Jadzia Dax*

-Romulan Stuff

Yeah, yeah, I know humans and Romulans didn’t have face-to-face contact (even though they apparently fought a fucking war in the 2100s without ever seeing each other? Okay, sure) until TOS, but I still want them? I’m sure they can make it happen.

-Cool Klingon Stuff

PLEASE don’t fuck them up. Please please please don’t fuck them up. Please.

-Amanda Greyson

I’ve heard that she’s gonna be in the show, but all I’ve seen is stuff for Sarek. I hope they do have her in there. I hope they do her justice. I really hope they make her Jewish.

-Saru

Don’t waste him.

-Michael Burnham

Don’t waste her.

-Philippa Georgiou

DEFINITELY don’t waste her.

-Time Travel

IT’S GOTTA HAPPEN. IT ALWAYS HAPPENS.

-Gay Stuff

I’m expecting Discovery to go above and beyond being comfortable with its gay characters. No *gasp* you’re gay?! moments. No. I want it to feel normal. That’s what Star Trek *does*. I want cute stuff and funny stuff and characterization outside of “Look at me I’M THE GAY ONE”.

Don’t get me wrong, if they have to go to a planet where homophobia is still a thing, that’s fine. Explore that. Have the characters disagree and fight it. Have them win. I judge themes like that based on how characters react to it. (For example, Picard and Data on what it means to be human, or Archer and T'Pol on the whole Vulcan-mind-sickness-as-symbolism-for-sexually-transmitted-diseases). Star Trek is good at tackling hard topics like gender and sexuality and discrimination and telling it to fuck right the fuck off. I expect nothing less from Discovery.

-Drops the whole ‘trying to write a story reminiscent of our present time’

No. No no no no no and no. That’s completely missing the point of Star Trek.

Star Trek is supposed to be about hope. It’s supposed to show us what could happen if we don’t fuck everything up. I don’t want a story remiscent of our present time; I want a story that shows me that things can get better.

I don’t mind gritty Star Trek, but keep in mind that it’s still *Star Trek*. Even DS9, which was as gritty and dark as I’ve seen Star Trek become, still had that spark of hope in it. Sure, it was surrounded by death and war, but it was still there.

We need that hope again. Especially now. Give me THAT story.

PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY TRYING TO MAKE “TRANSRACIAL” A THING.

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FUCKING WEEABOOS ARE GOING TO JUMP ON THIS?

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY DOUCHEBAG WHITE KIDS WHO CLAIM THEY’RE NATIVE ARE GOING TO USE THIS NOW?

DO YOU REALIZE YOU JUST OPENED UP THE ACTUAL GATES OF HELL?


Edit: This post has blown up over the past couple of hours and I wanted to add to it since it has been brought to my attention by several reblogs:


“Transracial is a thing. It was coined by people of color to describe the struggles of children of color who are adopted & raised by white families.

What this woman did isn’t “transracial.” It’s anti-Black racism, fetishization & appropriation.” 

 If this is indeed the case, i stand corrected. People are still probably going to misuse the actual term. Be sure to give them the correct definition.