#sxints

[mad-intersex-mermaid]

For this Native American History Month, I wanna send a special shout out to intersex Native and Indigenous folks, to gender non-conforming Native and Indigenous folks, to nonbinary Native and Indigenous folks, to genderfluid Native and Indigenous folks, and especially to intersex Black Native and Afro-Indigenous folks, to gender non-conforming Black Native and Afro-Indigenous folks, to nonbinary Black Native and Afro-Indigenous folks, to genderfluid Black Native and Afro Indigenous folks.

I'm Black Native and Afro-Indigenous; my gender identity is nonbinary and genderfluid, and in context with me discovering and reclaiming gender identities and gender expression descriptors from my Native/Indigenous culture and especially from specific Indigenous groups in my blood, I'm nadleehi (Navajo/Diné), asegi udanto (Tsalagi), sxints (Nuxalk), atsione (Tsalagi) and dilbaa (Navajo/Diné again). (I also have extensive heritage from Algonquin, Lakota, Blackfoot, Métis, Iroquois, Seminole, Nêhiyaw, Mi'kmaw, etc. and many, many, many, many other tribes.)

Then on top of that, I found out I was born intersex which I found out later in life, which along with me learning the history of how Native Americans have often held intersex folks, androgynous folks, feminine males and masculine females in high respect has been a very healing and enlightening part of my journey, culturally and expression wise.

In fact, I've been thinking about how American western culture fixates on sex and gender way too much and mainly in context of forcing colonialist eurowestern gender boxes on folks, especially black and indigenous folks, forcing labels or labelessness on us too often. And as an Afro-indigenous woman/femme, I've already been in the process of deprogramming from colonialist gender norms and reconnecting with my blackness and my Native/Indigenous American and Indigenous/Aboriginal roots, and at times my gender expression and identity intersects with that. Lily Gladstone (who uses she and singular they pronouns) worded it perfectly as decolonizing gender and that's the journey I've been on, and a journey that I'm still on as it's ever evolving and increasingly more nuanced and complex.

Anyways, I just wanna say that I love you guys, I see you and I wanna send out as much love, light and warmth to many of you as possible. 💕💕

[solusrosa]

sxints YOURE WELCOME))

[blacktwinstar]

❅ -- Our muses are trying to warm up after spending a day outside in the snow. {ayy with camus~}

Athens was a city in Greece not known for its winters. It was more common to be soaked to the bone in rainy training clothes than bundling up in shabby coats. However, this was a special occasion. Seven to eight inches of snow, and the young, newly announced Gold Saints couldn't resist a taste of childhood they would be forced to forget as they protected Athena. 

Saga couldn't help but smile, looking down at the new Aquarius Saint snuggled up against his side. Camus had found him early in the afternoon, insisted that just this once, Saga should play. He couldn't say no to such an innocent request from the boy. 

Wrapping his arm around Camus' smaller shoulders, he chuckled. "I assume you enjoyed yourself today? True winters are rare here."

[blacktwinstar]

"I love you" (FROM AIOLIA OMG)

"Are you dying?"

[blacktwinstar]

Freeze! You’re under arrest for being so nice and cute. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful ❤ (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ

[ Aw goodness, thank you! I haven't gotten one in awhile. ]

[blacktwinstar]

"Did you make it out of the cocytus safetly, Saga?" (from Camus wehhh)

Saga pulled a tight smile, forlorn and tired as he regarded Camus. "I did, in a sense. I pray you did similarly, Camus."

[greedyharpy]

Would you do all the sins headcanon thing please :3?

7 Deadly Sin Headcanons [Sure thing! ouo] sxints

Lust: a headcanon about your character’s romantic and/or sexual life

Valentine’s sexual life is pretty much non-existent due to his wish to comply to every order at the best of his possibilities, even when he’s not ‘supposed’ to. He’s a prideful man, one that would hardly step lower and that considers a big nono all those things that might make him feel as a lesser being or that he thinks of as ‘degrading’- This often prevented him from even using his hand to get rid of uncomfortable builded up tension. He’d really have someone else do it, if he could.

Greed: a headcanon about something your character hordes or collects

Valentine has no wish to clog up his quarters with useless things, but I am sure he’d be one of those people collecting different flavours of their favourite beverage. Hot Pepper Ho Chocolate, anyone?

Pride: a headcanon about something your character is a bit cocky about

His position. He doesn’t like to boast, but he will subtly or right out point out to anyone that he’s still Rhadamantys’ Lieutenant and that he should be treated as such. Side eyeing for Pandora.

Gluttony: a headcanon about food or obsessions

I think I can say that his obsession is to do everything perfectly. He wishes for perfection, even knowing that he can hardly achieve it: that makes him nervous, picky and at times flat-out irritable. He wants to be the finest soldier.

Wrath: a headcanon about your character and their anger management

Valentine is the perfect example of someone who rarely loses his calm and, if he does, it’s serious business. He is collected, cunning and silently plotting your demise, but if something goes badly awry, if someone is in danger, he might flip.

Envy: a headcanon about your character’s secret desires and jealousies

HEAVY PANDORA SIDE-EYEING. He’s jealous, so jealous of that woman, but still manages to keep his emotions in check, usually. She’s allowed to do many things he is not and that makes him silently boil in his own jealousy. She can touch Rhada whenever she wants, she can be close to him without anyone interrupting/complaining-

[greedyharpy]

♫- Kiss on the lips ❦- Kiss in the snow (guess from who~)

Kiss meme (I am sure these are from Camus. //smacked)

♫ - Kiss on the lips

Centuries of fighting had taught him to be cautious when approaching anyone, whether it was enemies or supposed allies. Centuries of being a Specter had taught him that no one was worth his trust, with a single exception. Centuries of living close to the Wyvern had taught him that he was a fair leader, but that his anger should be feared more than anything and Valentine had no desire to see his Lord angry. That was why he had silently planned out everything, every single possibility and outcome, every happening that could’ve ruined his not-so-complicated plan and yet he was still nervous.Waiting in the shadows made him feel like a predator that waited for his prey to come, but thinking more hard about it, the Harpy came to the conclusion that he was more like a desperate wolf that was afraid of his alpha and yet still wanted attention. A sigh escaped his lips as an uncomfortable feeling of cowardice washed over him, making the Specter feel like a weakling: all this worry, for something the humans considered so…Normal? Nothing about that was normal in the Underworld and that was why it was risky. Risky, but Valentine needed it.

He felt his shoulders tensing when the ever so familiar creaking of the door made his head shoot up as he leaned slightly forward, just to see Rhadamantys stepping inside the corridor: a second check-up of the corridor told him that, like he had expected, no one was around at that time. Mustering up his courage (why was it easier to slay enemies rather than doing this?), the Harpy all but jumped forward, landing straight in front of the Wyvern which simply flinched at his underling sudden and uncommonly noisy apparition. “In Hades’ name, what are you-?” Valentine couldn’t bear to wait, as he knew that the more he lingered about, the more his courage would dwindle. Without listening to his Lord’s complaints about the out of the normal jump, the Specter forced himself up, cursing his height, to press his lips against the Judge’s, mentally bracing himself for anything to come, because whatever the consequences would be, the Harpy could leave happily, knowing he had managed to do something he had waited centuries to do.

❦- Kiss in the snow

No one could survive in the Cocytus. The ever lasting freezing wind could blow anyone away and, usually, if you were condemned to spent your eternity there, you were carefully buried in the ground and snow up to your neck, so that your head would still be out of the earth. A single Specter walked about the land, the only one that was allowed to stay there and one of the few that could resist to the ridiculously low temperatures that characterized that hellish place. The fact that no one but him was there simply mean that solitude was something he had gotten used to, but soon enough the Harpy found out that the lack of prying eyes was also a perk he could happily use. Rhadamantys was of the same advice.

It had become an habit of the Judge to oddly linger longer around the Cocytus, when his visit usually lasted a few minutes at its best, now they lasted around a quarter or half an hour- Who’d dare question him about that, anyway? Certainly not Valentine. And not only because his mouth would be otherwise occupied by the judge’s own lips.