#6 degree theory thing

[awaggaa]

through the sheer power of note progressions you can connect megalovania to alien stage to bridgerton to laufey to epic to beatles to bruce lee to green day to mulan And More! help

[explorastro]

ASTRO DEGREES THEORY :

0° : the uncreated, the unknown, the unexpected, the sudden, the egg of creation.

1/13/25° : the start, the chosen one, the unique thing, the special one.

2/14/26° : the fruiting, the loved one, the cherished couple, adored one.

3/15/27° : the daily holy, the occult one, the driver.

4/16/28° : the garden, the house, the early and end of life.

5/17/29° : the child, the creation, the creator, the creature.

6/18° : the work, the organization, the plan.

7/19° : the relationship, the others, the beauty, the harmony, the middle of something.

8/20° : the power, the pattern seeker n breaker, the messenger of underworlds.

9/21° : the holy one, the sacred thing, the lesson of something.

10/22° : the summit, the hermit, the boss, the GOAT.

11/23° : the friend, the associated, the collective hope, the fated generational things.

12/24° : the end, the loner, the healer, the religious, the spiritual, the artist.

[astrolook]

Degree Theory: Astrology’s Version of Skill Levels (Noobs to Final Bosses) 🎮🌟

You already know your Sun sign, but did you know the degree number it’s at can unlock even more secrets about you? 🤯

Every planet in your birth chart sits at a specific degree (0°-29°), and these numbers add an extra layer of meaning to your personality, strengths, and even life lessons.

Let’s break it down planet by planet—with a fun, no-BS take.

0° – The Cosmic Newborn 👶

"I’m here to start something big."

Planets at 0° act like fresh energy—pure, unfiltered, and ready to shake things up. People with 0° placements feel like pioneers, as if the universe dropped them off and said, "Figure it out!"

🔹 Sun at 0°: You radiate raw, unfiltered main character energy. You’re not here to follow—you're here to lead (or at least dramatically exist).

🔹 Moon at 0°: Your emotions are pure instinct—you don’t just feel things, you ARE the feeling. Mood swings? Nah, mood rollercoasters.

🔹 Mercury at 0°: Words just spill out, whether they make sense or not. Genius or chaotic chatterbox—depends on the day.

🔹 Venus at 0°: You love like a Disney princess—pure, big, dramatic. Also, zero poker face when you’re into someone.

🔹 Mars at 0°: Immediate action. No waiting, no thinking, just punching the gas (and sometimes people).

🔹 Jupiter at 0°: The lucky golden retriever of astrology. You say yes to everything, and somehow life rewards you for it.

🔹 Saturn at 0°: Born responsible. You came out of the womb stressed about taxes.

🔹 Uranus at 0°: You’re the definition of unpredictable. Even you don’t know what you’ll do next.

🔹 Neptune at 0°: You live in your own fantasy world, and reality is just a suggestion.

🔹 Pluto at 0°: Intensity level? Maximum. You were born with a “destroy and rebuild” button.

1°-9° – The Rising Star 🌟

"I’m developing my power."

Planets at early degrees feel like fresh talent in training—raw, ambitious, and figuring things out.

🔹 Sun at 5°: You’re the rising star in your social circle. Humble beginnings, but just wait—you're gonna shine.

🔹 Moon at 3°: Emotional development in progress. You’re learning what feels right and what just feels…ick.

🔹 Mercury at 7°: Brain-to-mouth filter? Still buffering. But your ideas? Gold.

🔹 Venus at 2°: Love is cute, fun, flirty—until you catch feelings, then it’s panic mode.

🔹 Mars at 8°: Your drive is explosive, but figuring out when to stop is the real challenge.

🔹 Jupiter at 6°: Luck works in your favor when you’re brave enough to take risks.

🔹 Saturn at 9°: Learning responsibility early in life, but still finding that work-hard-play-hard balance.

🔹 Uranus at 4°: Experimenting with your rebellious streak, but not fully committing (yet).

🔹 Neptune at 1°: A dreamer who’s just waking up to their spiritual and creative potential.

🔹 Pluto at 5°: Transformation is happening, but it’s not at full power (yet).

10°-19° – The Master of the Craft 🎓

"I know exactly what I’m doing."

Middle-degree planets are strong, balanced, and naturally expressed—not too raw, not too extreme.

🔹 Sun at 15°: Peak confidence. You own your personality like it’s patented.

🔹 Moon at 12°: Emotionally balanced—until someone messes with your peace. Then it’s war.

🔹 Mercury at 18°: Quick wit, great communicator, could talk their way out of a crime.

🔹 Venus at 14°: Aesthetic queen/king. Your love life and your fashion sense? Both on point.

🔹 Mars at 17°: Strategic AF. You know when to strike and when to chill—warrior with a plan.

🔹 Jupiter at 11°: Wise and lucky. Life is a game and you’ve got the cheat codes.

🔹 Saturn at 19°: The mature friend who somehow also enjoys chaos. You handle responsibility like a pro.

🔹 Uranus at 16°: Balanced rebel. Knows when to push boundaries and when to play along.

🔹 Neptune at 10°: Dreams are just clear enough to bring to reality. Manifesting pro.

🔹 Pluto at 13°: Power? Controlled but always present. You scare people (in a good way).

20°-28° – The Old Soul 🦉

"I’ve seen it all, and I’m here to finish the job."

Late-degree planets are intense, wise, and powerful—but also impatient because they’ve been through it all.

🔹 Sun at 25°: You’re a boss, period. No time for games, just legacy-building.

🔹 Moon at 22°: Emotionally deep AF. You KNOW things before people even open their mouths.

🔹 Mercury at 28°: Talks like a professor and a stand-up comedian at the same time.

🔹 Venus at 26°: Love is serious business. No casual dating, just intense connections.

🔹 Mars at 21°: Unstoppable force. You’ve already mastered action—now you’re here to win.

🔹 Jupiter at 23°: Wise beyond your years. You’ve learned all the lessons and now you’re the teacher.

🔹 Saturn at 27°: Life has tested you more than most, but you wear your scars like armor.

🔹 Uranus at 28°: Fully awakened rebel. You break all the rules, but somehow succeed anyway.

🔹 Neptune at 24°: Master manifestor. You make the impossible seem normal.

🔹 Pluto at 27°: Your power is legendary. You were born to make generational changes.

29° – The Fated Degree 🔥 (Final Boss Level of Astrology)

"This energy is my final test."

29° is called the "Anaretic Degree," aka the boss battle of astrology. It’s like cramming for a final exam—the universe is making sure you’ve truly mastered this planetary energy. If you have a planet here, there’s often urgency, intensity, and a feeling of fate around that area of life.

🔹 Sun at 29°: Walking powerhouse. You’ve learned all there is about your identity, and now it’s your final test to own it. Spotlight finds you whether you want it or not.

🔹 Moon at 29°: Emotional sage. You’ve felt it all, been through emotional hell and back, and now your intuition is on god-tier mode. But emotions can feel overwhelming, like you're carrying generations of feelings.

🔹 Mercury at 29°: Brilliant but exhausted mind. Your thoughts race at 5G speed, but decision-making is HARD because you see all the options. Overthinking is your enemy.

🔹 Venus at 29°: Love and beauty master. You’ve seen every possible romantic situation—loyalty, betrayal, passion, heartbreak. Now, love feels fated and no casual flings will do.

🔹 Mars at 29°: The warrior with no off switch. You’ve been in SO many battles (literal or metaphorical) that your go-to reaction is "fight first, think later." But the lesson? Not every war is worth it.

🔹 Jupiter at 29°: Lucky but reckless. You know how to take risks and make big moves, but sometimes it’s too much, too fast. Learning when to pull back is key.

🔹 Saturn at 29°: The old soul who’s been through the wringer. You’ve mastered responsibility, but you might feel like you’ve been an adult since age 5. Final test? Balancing hard work with actual joy.

🔹 Uranus at 29°: Rebel genius. You’ve already mastered breaking rules, revolutionizing ideas, and making history. Now? You need to use that power responsibly.

🔹 Neptune at 29°: Spiritual visionary. You’ve seen through the illusion, lived in your dreams, and touched the mystical. Now, the challenge is staying grounded in reality while keeping the magic alive.

🔹 Pluto at 29°: Transformation overload. You were born into powerful, life-changing experiences. Intensity follows you like a shadow, but your final test is learning to control the fire instead of letting it consume you.

So, What’s Your Degree Number? 🤔

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[novy2sirius]

sextrology degree notes

— numerology edition

these sextrology notes are solely based on numerology not degree theory

ఇ having your sun/venus/neptune at 5°/14°/23°/25° can give you a lot of sex appeal and mean that lots of people are sexually attracted to you. this is because the sun, venus, and neptune are associated with beauty and 5 in numerology represents sexual energy

ఇ mars at 6°/15°/24° can indicate being really good in bed. this is because mars represents our sex style and one of 6’s traits is being giving, sensual, and good in bed

ఇ jupiter at 5°/14°/23° can indicate that someone has a really high sex drive. this is because in numerology 5 is the number of sexual energy and jupiter represents abundance

ఇ people with mars at 2° typically don’t prefer rough sex. they like the sex to be more soft and vanilla because they are sensitive and don’t like being thrown around, choked, spanked, etc

ఇ a lot of guys i know with mars at 6° are into nurses (especially sexually). it makes sense because one of the things 6 is associated with in numerology is literally nurses and doctors and mars represents lust, so it can give insight on our kinks

ఇ people with pluto at 20/29° have really pretty gushies and peens (as pretty as a peen can be lmao). this is because these are extreme beauty numbers in numerology and pluto is associated with the genitals

ఇ people with their moon at 24° may be hypersexual due to childhood trauma. this is because 4’s tend to be sex addicts and anything 2 is after in numerology has its energy doubled. the moon is also associated with our childhood. 4 can also be a challenging number as it’s associated with violence and challenges in general

ఇ unfortunately people with their venus at 5°/14°/23°/25° are most prone to being homewreckers. 5 is associated with homewrecking in numerology and venus represents relationships

ఇ people (usually straight men) with venus at 7° will leave you so quick after making you think they loved you because they’re very lustful people and will use their charm to manipulate you into having sex. gross, but a lot of perverts have this venus degree too i’ve noticed

ఇ people with lots of 7°/16°/25° in their chart are the most likely to make an only fans or be a porn star. especially if these degrees are in someone’s sun, mars, or pluto

ఇ people with mars/pluto at 6°/15°/24°/26° usually like girls that are thicker. this is because mars represents lust, pluto is the higher octave of mars representing sex, and 6 in numerology can be associated with having a thicker build

ఇ people with their moon at 24°/25° need to have an emotional connection to be sexually attracted to someone. they’re never into flings and their emotional energy will be drained from them if they participate in hookup culture. they have the best sex with people that they’re in love with

ఇ people with their sun at 1° can be pretty openly sexual sometimes. they may even come off as a sexual person when they don’t mean to. this is also an indication of being a sex symbol

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Mc inserts x TWST characters (Part two)(Part three)

(basically non-yuu pairings I think about instead of my inbox :p)

Ignyhide vice!Mc x Jamil Viper

Mc is probably twisted from one of the little demon goons, and it makes your contrast with Jamil charmingly obvious. You’re both vices in the basketball club with an outside connection to your wardens (you figured a physical activity’ll ward Idia’s eye away) and you both hate your jobs to a comedic degree. The connection is actually really sweet and subtle!! Atleast until book 6 when Mc is complaining about their ego trippy boss while basically eating out of Jamil’s hand, feeding him information like the layout and hierarchy of styx,, as Idia’s super exclusive assistant it’s only fair to give your guests a full tour!

“geez! And he just gets so flippy-floppy, yknow? He’s got this thing about energy drinks now so I’ve been diluting them, it’s such a pain!”

“It might just be a defect with housewardens. Have you ever heard of the incompetency theory?”

Card soldier!Mc x Malleus Draconia

okay picture this- Mc is comepletely wasted and coming off the high from a holiday party that was totally killer. You wander into the woods past campus and find yourself at a little abandoned cottage, it’s like 100% cozy enough to chill in before stumbling back to the dorms. You continue heading there for pregames/drunken shenanigans, meeting up with some hot guy that hangs around sometimes. You’re fully blindsided when your “little buddy” is kicking heartslabyul ass during a spelldrive tourney..

“Yoooooo, Mally, you must be really fun at parties. Want ta’ go with me?”

“I can’t say I’ve ever been invited to a “rager” before, but it sounds.. enjoyable. I accept.”

Ignyhide freshman!Mc x Deuce Spade

You’re a shaking mess during your first track meet. It’s a graduation requirement to take at least one gym class before the end of freshman year, and you’d rather die than take flight class with all those scary seniors!! Your vice had enough sense to convince you into not dropping out, he’d said that “track is low stress!” And “you’ll enjoy it” >:( you can’t believe he’d lie to your face like that!! (Is this the AI revolution??) You guess it’s not too bad though, you’ve even started strength training with a new friend. He’s a little short tempered, but it could be a lot worse.

“hey, I had no idea ignyhide kids were into track! I thought it’d be too much sun,,”

“We’re not vampires. I wouldn’t clown on you for the tea in your thermos, so lay off.. heh, there’s totally a dormouse in there.”

Scarabia housewarden!Mc x Leona Kingscholar

It’s pretty rare to see Leona of all people in your reserved pool chair, but plenty of weird stuff’s happened during your senior case study. You’re this close to getting your big shiny diploma- and a little rest now and then won’t hurt anybody! Savanaclaw’s housewarden has only had his position since last year, and you’ve held yours through all four. After knowing of each other for so long, it’s only logical that you’d become good friends! (Not that he calls you that)

“So you’re graduating, huh? Hope that brat you chose’ll fill your shoes, you’ve worked pretty hard.”

“awh, you’re such a sap,, I’m sure you’ll like Kalim, he’s no idiot. I promise to visit whenever you decide to graduate, but it’ll be a lot easier if i get that job in the castle!”

Octavinelle sophmore!Mc x Jack Howl

Poor Jack has to deal with everyone else’s business on top of his own education, when does he get a break? That ramshackle prefect’s looking for leads on how to beat those twins in the water, and only one face comes to mind. You’re his coworker at his temp job, and you owe him a favour (atleast from your perspective, he doesn’t hold it over your head) because with your grades Azul’s got it out for you. He’s begging for you to help him out- and who are you to deny those puppy eyes?

“Jack you can’t tell him! The housewarden’ll make me quit, I need this job! :(((“

“woah, it’s not like I’m gonna blackmail you.. what kind of guy do you think I am?”

Savanaclaw freshman!Mc x Epel Felmier

You’re lost, stressed and so confused in your first year :( it feels like everything is going wrong all the time!! It’s probably like 10x worse because you’re very tall and so built, but nobody cares to peer up at the cute giraffe ears on your head! You’ve been challenged by so. many. seniors. (and you win against all of them, you’re no pushover) but you’re tired of the beef. Epel just thinks you’re the coolest person in the room, and is always saying he wants to get freaky fridayed with you. But he doesn’t get the struggle!! Atleast Jack cares enough to tell him you’re just not liking it at school, and it makes Epel kick into action- he’s not letting you drop out, so please wait until he transfers!!

Pomefiore Junior!Mc x Rook Hunt

You’re convinced that Rook c. Hunt is the worst guy in all of twisted wonderland (C for creep)! And it SUCKS because he went from your rebellious savanaclaw boytoy to.. whatever he is. (How’d you miss the warning signs when you were tongueing him??) You can always see his stupid bob in your peripheral- but you’ve rationalized that if you watch him, then he only sees what you want him to see! It’s keeping your friends close and your enemies closer, just until graduation. And it does work, until you realize you’ve given Rook an inch that he’s turned into a mile. You’ll probably never get rid of him now, but what’s the point anymore?

“Ah, mon cher! You always enchant me with your passionate gaze, I’m honoured to be the object of your attention!”

“uh.. sure thing, hon. Whatever you say.”

Diasomnia Senior!Mc x Idia Shroud

You’re a highly educated noble from the mysterious land of Briar Valley. You are poised, weirdly formal, and utterly incompetent with your newest area of study- contemporary technology. You’ve tried to convince yourself that it’s pointless, they don’t even use it at home! But if you want to travel anytime before the collapse of human civilization, it must be done. you’re insatiable with your thirst for knowledge, and completely enamoured with having first hand experience with every era of mortal tech. It also happens to be almost impossible to revive your “Kno-Keya” once it has decided to die. That is where Idia Shroud comes in.

“In exchange for the revival of my electronic mailing device i am willing to offer an extensive dowry befitting of your station and technological necromancy skill. Will it suffice?”

“I literally only charged your phone, uh.. WOAH, A DOWRY?? I don’t have the space for five horses!! I’m totally not prepped for the marriage route, I haven’t seen the wiki yet!”

[erosastro]

🌷Composite risings🌷

Let’s talk about how each couple presents themselves for each rising sign in their composite chart.

*Disclaimer: These are my opinions, you don’t have to agree with them. And I’m aware not everyone agrees with the degree theory but I’ve personally seen a difference from degrees, so again, just my opinion and interpretation.

🌷Aries Rising (could also apply to Aries degrees 1°, 13° and 25°) - This couple is affectionate with each other. They’re passionate and can be competitive with one another, though if on the same team, they’re a force to be reckoned with. They probably enjoy recreational activities with each other. The couple that goes to the gym together, plays sports together, jump out of a plane together lol. They’re both young at heart with each other, even if they identify as old souls individually. They motivate each other to do better and step out of their comfort zones.

🌷Taurus Rising(could also apply to Taurus degrees 2°, 14° and 26°) - They’re so soft with each other and this relationship is filled with tenderness. They can be possessive of one another too(similar to Leo rising couples). They can tune out the world and just soak each other up. They can also be touchy feely with each other, the degree might also have impact here but if it does it won’t be to a great extent.

🌷Gemini Rising (could also apply to Gemini degrees 3°, 15° and 27°) - This is a couple that never runs out of things to talk about. Their favourite part of the day is getting to talk to one another. They inspire the other person. They could have a lot in common and share the same visions/goals. They can also be in their own bubble sometimes, especially if they get really into a topic or discussion and they tend to tease each other, very playful. This is the couple that can prank one another lol.

🌷Cancer Rising (could also apply to Cancer degrees 4°, 16° and 28°) - They have a soft spot for each other. There’s something about the other person that instantly makes them feel comfortable. They’re ones most likely to share nose nudges and butterfly kisses in public. So much PDA but at the same time they can keep a lot of their relationship private. There’s a good balance, in my opinion. They can be very affected by the other person’s mood too.

🌷Leo Rising (could also apply to Leo degrees 5°, 17° and 29°) - Oh this couple loves to show off. Whether it’s their relationship or the other person. There’s so much of PDA with this couple too, like Cancer Risings, but this PDA is like full on whereas the Cancer Risings can be a bit more tender and sweet. this is like grabbing each others ass in public lmao. It doesn’t make it less meaningful though! Power couple vibes.

🌷Virgo Rising (could also apply to Virgo degrees 6° and 18°) - I’ve seen so much of negativity surrounding this composite rising and could never understand why, because like cancer and Taurus risings, they’re so tender and sweet with each other. They’ll do anything for the other person they’re so supportive of one another. They likely are the couple that took a bit of time to get together but people could always tell there’s chemistry between them. They can be private but they can also be sweet with each other in public, perhaps not as much as Leo, but still can be affectionate nonetheless. I like this Ascendant for couples and platonic relationships. People don’t give this Rising enough credit and tend to say they’re boring and unassuming which I don’t necessarily think is true.

🌷Libra Rising (could also apply to Libra degrees 7° and 19°) - Ah the composite rising that gets the most hype, from what I’ve seen. I can understand why since it is Venusian and Libra rules seventh house of relationships. They are also affectionate with one another and tend to be the “It couple”. Everyone wants a relationship like theirs. Romantic with one another for sure. The only thing is that if this couple breaks up, it can turn ugly as seventh house also rules enemies; their relationship can turn really sour.

🌷Scorpio Rising (could also apply to Scorpio degrees 8° and 20°) - Unexpected couple, maybe. No one saw it coming. Their relationship is passionate and deep, but there can be a taboo aspect to their relationship. It doesn’t have to be that deep, perhaps an age gap thats not drastic. You’ll never know what goes on with this couple because they can be very private. I’ve noticed this couple can be awkward with each other at first for some reason? They can also be clingy once they do get into a relationship and it turns into something long term. As much as I’m not particularly fond of this couple, they really are so opened with one another if they do get past the awkwardness and initial fear.

🌷Sagittarius Rising (could also apply to Sagittarius degrees 9° and 21°) - This is the most similar to Aries Rising in my opinion and Gemini rising as well. They’re the couple that have so many inside jokes and like Gemini Rising, they always tease each other and are playful with each other. They love to go on adventures with one another and they can teach each other a lot, constantly pushing the other person to be the best versions of themselves. This couple could also come from very different backgrounds. I’ve noticed also with this Rising sign, a lot of people don’t expect that these two are together.

🌷Capricorn Rising (could also apply to Capricorn degrees 10° and 22°) - Another rising sign that gets so much of slack (like Virgo risings) and I don’t really agree with a lot of it. They may not be as affectionate as Leo risings or Cancer risings once again, but they’re each other’s rock. They can always rely on one another. This couple could be the “slow burn” type because neither person admits they have a crush on the other until later on. They are extremely private with their relationship though and can be protective of each other. Also can be a power couple though, especially to those who know the couple well.

🌷Aquarius Rising (could also apply to Aquarius degrees 11° and 23°) - ah the friends to lovers ascendant. I haven’t met or seen many Aquarius rising couples, majority of them are platonic. This doesn’t mean romantic relationships never work out though. This couple gives each other a lot of space and freedom to be independent but they love each other unconditionally and fully. There’s no judgement here. You can be fully yourself with the other person. If this does turn romantic, they are still always best friends first.

🌷Pisces Rising (could also apply to Pisces degrees 12° and 24°) - They bring out sides of the other person that they never knew they had. For example if you’re not really big on PDA, the person you share a Pisces rising with will bring out that side of you. There could be some aspect to this relationship that’s unusual too. They can get co-dependant though, I’ve noticed. Like they can’t do anything without the person by their side constantly. Regardless, there’s something about these couples that just seem to fit together.

*Personal favourite for platonic - Aquarius or Sagittarius, even Gemini

*Least favourite for platonic - Aries or Cancer

*Favourite for romantic - Cancer, Virgo or Leo (Gemini and Aries can work well too)

*Least favourite for romantic - Scorpio or Pisces

*Risings that can go either way - Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces.

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[CEO!Husband!Yunho x BlackFem!Exec!Reader]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Where you and Yunho wanted to start trying for a baby, and with a long lunch break in your schedules, you decide to pay him a visit to try your hand at conception.

content: car sex, semi-public sex, thigh riding, cloth-ripping, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl pls), just a dollop of spit, cowgirl, doggy, full fledged backshots, like 2 creampies?

word count: 3.4k

a/n: This fic cost me 5 FUCKING DOLLARS TO MAKE?!?!?! I had to pay to use a fake text generator, so if any of you have a site or app that I can make fake text messages FOR FREE then PLEASE let me know😭. This was self indulgent but I wanna dedicate this fic to all my fellow Hotteoks🫶🏾 And the bitches that fantasize about getting nutted in and getting it poppin’ in the back of the parking lot (in theory of course)! WwaBRiM (if you can’t tell from the fact the reader is rocking soft locs😛)

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To this day…you and Yunho’s BIGGEST regret in your relationship…is and ALWAYS WILL BE….agreeing to go to the christening of your friends’ 6-month old baby boy.

Everything was beautiful. The ceremony, the cathedral, the way the baby nestled into Yunho’s arms so naturally, and reached out to play with your bangles with such curiosity and wonder. It altered both of your brain chemistries, and you weren’t sure if it was for the better or not.

Your friends didn’t help either, saying things like “Parenthood would look so good on you two!” and “I can’t wait for your baby shower invitations.”.

How could they…….

After you pushed your meetings back to later in the week. After Yunho gave his team a free day when they could’ve been in the office perfecting the play-through on his new game before its release. Two very busy people with very busy work schedules, and you carved out time to come support your friends and their son, and they pay you back with…….

BABY FEVER?!?!

You and Yunho planned your futures out to a T. Go to university, get your respective degrees, join a company that you interned with, work your way up, become the boss, get married, honeymoon in The Maldives and spend your paid vacation days in The Swiss Alps.

Starting a family was definitely in there somewhere, but everything fell in line so well that it got lost. You’re at the top of your games…Yunho, figuratively and literally, with his gaming company being the best in the country and all…and you became the creative director for a top cosmetic brand. It really was all good. But it was lacking. And you both felt it. Ever since that christening.

You felt it every time one of your work partners went on maternity and paternity leave. Every time there were children in the offices on ‘Bring Your Kids to Work Day’. Every time Yunho saw posts or videos of kids around the world dressing up as characters he helped create. Every time your homegirls would send you milestones of their babies taking their first walk, or biting into a lemon for the first time. You two worked hard and accomplished everything you wanted to, everything except starting a family. It resonated for days after that christening.

For Weeks.

Months, even.

The energy around the house shifted. Yunho would steal glances at you as you did the simplest of routines, imagining your belly being round as you sip your favorite tea in the kitchen, waddling from room to room barefoot and pregnant. And you’d watch attentively as he’d play his video games, envisioning a child full of joy as he teaches them how to defeat their first villain. After a while it got to a point where neither of you would hide it. It became all too real, too wanted. And why not? What was stopping you two?

Everything was green lit once you and Yunho put it into the atmosphere and finally discussed it. You both were just about ready to start baby proofing the house and nothing even happened yet, becoming more proactive than you already were. Tracking apps were monitored, routines were tweaked, and everything seemed to be doable…but your work schedules…your jobs were the biggest obstacle. Just when could you slip away for a bit to see each other? When would be the right time to make a ba-

“Hey, I’m picking up my kid so we can go to lunch. I’ll be back in 2 hours!”

Your Editor in Chief pops their head in your office briefly before heading down the hall to the elevator, snapping you out of your rambling thoughts.

…………..Lunch Break.

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You reverse your sedan into the space next to him before hoping out and swishing towards the driver’s door, knocking softy. Your ears perk up at the sound of r&b playing and a silent laugh escapes you. The dark windows of the door lower, revealing Yunho in the driver’s seat, fully reclined with the top buttons of his shirt undone and the silver crucifix you adorned him with for your anniversary gleaming.

“For a second I thought you were backing out on me.” He smiles at you, his voice deeper than usual, evidence of a brief stolen nap. “Traffic was hell, I would’ve been here in half the time otherwise.” The door unlocks and you climb in, grazing over Yunho’s body as he adjusts the driver’s seat sitting up slightly, he grabs ahold of you to help you straddle him and closes the door back behind you. And like clockwork, you lean in, beginning your onslaught of abuse on his lips.

Snaking your hands into Yunho’s hair, he moans, deepening the kiss, his tongue dancing ever so eloquently with yours. “I missed you.” He says breathlessly between kisses, “You saw me this morning before I left boo!” You tease him, fixing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose that slid down in the midst of your passion, “That’s too long.” He pokes his lips out, and you console him with light pecks to ease his playful angst. “You’re so needy, you know that right?” “And you love me for it.”

Yunho starts to undo his shirt more, a sinister smile on the corner of his lips as he looks you over. “Come here,” You lean into him, your hand placed against his bare chest, the rock on your wedding band a flashy contrast to his skin. “Lift up for me baby.” You lift off of Yunho for a second as he helps you readjust yourself, now straddling one of his thighs. The pinstriped black skirt you wore for work today riding up your thighs. You let out a huff, immediately feeling the pressure of Yunho’s toned thigh on your bundle of nerves. Your black tights and panties not serving as any sort of buffer to the sensations. Your pussy lips spread apart feeling the course texture of his slacks. You let out a staggering sigh, reality finally setting in what you were about to do. “That’s right, you’re gonna ride me and cum all over my thigh, and thennn~” Yunho begins to rock your hips back and forth on his thigh. You lurch forward, your right hand immediately planting on the interior wall of the Rover, “Damn, feels good right?” “Yeah, yes it does. Fuck.”

You place your other hand on his shoulder, stealing support as you rock onto him quicker, a few front strands of your freshly done soft locs coming undone from the high pony you put them in this morning, to his delight. Yunho enjoyed the sight of you working yourself on him, he loved how neat you looked before you climbed in the suv with him, and is obsessed with the thought of how disheveled and fucked out you’re gonna look when he’s done and you climb back out. Fuck, it’s all he’s thought about since you mentioned it in the texts. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, to touch you, to feel you, to fuck you, to ruin you, to caress you, to make love to you, to put a baby in you……finally.

You watch Yunho as he closes his eyes, deep in thought, mindlessly guiding your hips against him, as if he’s immediately feeling all of the pleasure that you are in that moment. You begin to rock against him quicker, an impending climax moments away. Yunho opens his eyes, watching you as your moans get louder, less polite, more shameless. You lean your head forward trying to compose yourself as much as you possibly can in this situation, and he smiles at the sight. “I’m close………..fuck, I’m close.” Your hand now caresses his face as you lean your head on his shoulder, hunching him like a bitch in heat. “You’re close?” “Yeahhhh~” “Fuck, you’re gonna cum all over my thigh like that?” “Yeah!” “Yeahhh, just like that?” “Yes! Yes! Just like that!” Yunho bounces his leg softly as you continue to rake against it, riding out your high as a warm dampness spreads on his designer slacks. He moans at the feeling, damn near coming untouched just from witnessing your pleasure unfold before him.

You steady your panting for air. Embarrassed, you pat at the wet spot you left on your husband, “I did not expect that I-“ “I did, you’re ovulating.” Yunho caresses your cheeks fully heated with shame, and kisses you, laughing into the kiss. “I don’t think you understand how hot that was, don’t apologize my love.” He gestures to the passenger seat, helping you off of him and guiding you there to sit tight and catch yourself for a second. He then leans the drivers seat back fully again, stepping over it to sit in the spacious middle seat. He unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way before removing his glasses, tossing them somewhere far in the back seats. He holds one of his hands out to you, patting his thigh sharply with his other, ordering your immediate presence.

You crawl over the front armrest and take Yunho’s hand as he helps you towards him. You start to kneel down in front of him and he stops you, “Nooo no, no, none of that today.” “But I really want to.” “I knowww, and you do it so well, but we’re kind of on a fixed schedule.” Yunho gestures behind you to the time on the soft glowing screen on the dashboard. You sigh in agreement, “I wanted to get you ready too.” “Oh babe,” He begins to undue his belt buckle and pants, his fully hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen as he slides his pants down lower freeing him. “Does it look like I need to get ready?” Your mouth waters, his cock glistening as precum trails down the tip, and you moan at the sight. “Oh my God.” He laughs at your eager demeanor, “Come here baby,” he pats his thighs again signaling you to straddle him once more, your legs on either side of him cushioned by the materials used to adorn the luxury car seats.

Yunho hikes your skirt up higher, sliding his hands underneath to trail down your sheer-tights-clad inner thighs and up to your panties. Your breaths were short, shallow, hesitant. You closed your eyes as Yunho felt you up, getting you worked up again in the process, unbeknownst to himself, or was this all part of his plan? “These weren’t too pricey, right?” He pinches at your tights, “No they weren’t, why?”

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You gasp as you feel the force from Yunho ripping your tights right down the middle, smacking his shoulder. “They weren’t pricey but they were my favorite!” “Shhh, I’ll buy you 10 more.” You lean your head on his shoulder, pouting…until you feel his slender hands move your panties to the side. Your breath begins to get shallow again, feeling his warm tip slide up and down your wet folds. You moan involuntarily, “Awww, come on baby I haven’t even put it in yet.” “I knowww, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.” “I do,” You feel him slowly push into you, leaning your head back as you cry out. “This cunt was just waaaiting to get fucked, because today is a little different than the other days,” He picks up his pace, fucking up into you steady but firm, “Today your pussy is a little bit more needy for me,” the recoil of your ass sending vibrations through your lower body as Yunho’s movements are relentless. “Today you’re gonna let me get you pregnant.”

And there it was. Your brain immediately shuts off. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, and so hard-” “Unnnnhhhhhooohhhh my Godddddd!” “Yeahhhhh, yeah let me hear you baby,” You grip the disheveled collar of Yunho’s shirt, completely at his mercy, taking what he gives you. “I’m gonna cum all in this pretty fucking cunt and get you pregnant, I’m gonna make you a Mommy.” “Yunho Please! Pleaseee~” “Please what my love?” Yunho lifts your chin up to meet his gaze, your dark brown eyes staring several miles into his own, communicating beyond a frequency that sound couldn’t even capture in that moment, and he understood every bit of it…but figured it would be fulfilling just to hear it fall from your lips, “Pleaseeee? What.” “Please make me a Mommy~” In seconds, he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he drills into you. “Ahhhhhh!!!!” The sound of your screams, bounce off the interior of the car, and you pray that the seats absorb it all.

“Yesss, yes! Let me hear you Mama. Fuckkkk let me hear you!” “Fuckkkk!” “Uh huhhh~ Fuck! You sound so good taking my dick like this! Ughhhh~” You both were a mess, fully enraptured in pleasure and no longer prisoners to time. You place your forehead against Yunho’s now eye to eye as he continues to lean into you with force, your breathing syncing with his, both chasing your highs. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you.” He asks you with dark eyes, almost as if it wasn’t a request. Suddenly you’re whimpering against his lips, “Yeah you are gonna cum, you’re close, so close for me.” “I’m-“ “I’m gonna-“ He mocks, imitating your whines, “You’re gonna what, cream around me and take this cum like a good little wife?” All you could do was gasp at his sharp remarks, “You’re gonna cum for me like a good little wife? Hm?” “Yeah!” “Yeah? You’re gonna take my fucking cum like a good fucking wife?” “Yes! Yes! Ye- Yes! Yes! Yes!” You gush around him, repeating your words like a mantra against his ear. He returns the favor, “Good Girl” replaying in his surprisingly vulgar vocabulary as he finishes inside of you. You collapse against him for some time. Aligning your heaving chest with his as you both come down. Clammy from the altercation. You swivel around some assuming it may help with the progress, and he moans a little.

“What are you doing?” Yunho laughs at you endearingly, watching you be an unintentional menace. “I don’t know I just thought it might do something.” You giggle some, lifting off of his softening length with your combined messes drooling out of you and down your inner thighs. Yunho takes it all in, shaking his head in amazement at the fucked out state of you. Just as he imagined it, better than he imagined, even. Staring him down, you study his body language, how he looks subtly exhausted but not TOO drained. Almost as if on a bodily timer, your temperature starts to rise again, “You’re plotting.” you narrow your eyes at him. Sucking in a sharp breath between teeth, Yunho helps you up, only to place you over the front armrest.

You squirm as your stomach and breasts make contact with the cold leather. “See I KNEW you were plotting!” “Oh hush, don’t act like you’re not excited.” Yunho makes light work of your tights, pulling off and discarding what was left of it, and sliding your panties off of one of your legs in order to spread them further apart. Your breathing catches at the gust of air that hits your pussy. Yunho’s cock inches away as he works his hand over it. He reaches his hand around holding it out to your mouth, “Spit.”, and you oblige him. He continues to work himself hard again, one hand bunching your business skirt up your waist, exposing your bare ass. His hand slides down to caress it, before landing a harsh smack, resorting back to soothing over the stinging spot. All marks undetectable on your brown skin, he lands a few more smacks on both cheeks, knowing he’ll be safe. You jolt and whine at the barrage of sharp pain and he leans down to pepper the side of your face in kisses, rubbing your attacked spots to soothe the pain.

“Don’t forget to breathe my love.” You didn’t realize you weren’t until he mentioned it, immediately offloading a heavy breath. Yunho clicks his tongue as he braces one hand on your shoulder to hold you in place, fiddling with the bunched up hem of your skirt. Your body stiffens as you feel him use his fingers to collect your cum and push it back into your pussy. You shudder in pleasure, still recovering from your last high, not too far from another if touched too much. You feel him shift behind you again as his cock teases its way past your entrance one more time. “Mmm, You wore this skirt on purpose Mama?” He glides into you with ease, bottoming out effortlessly, and you sink into the armrest, your moan resembling that of a pornstar’s. “You knew you were gonna see me to get this pretty pussy filled, Hmm?” Yunho immediately picks up the pace, keeping his hand firm on your shoulder, guiding you back onto him. “Ooooohhhhh~” “Yeahhhh? You wore this skirt because you knew you were gonna get knocked up with my babies? Huh?” Yunho’s words started to slur as they turned into shameless moans, “Yeahhh~ keep moaning for me, it’s just us here, keep going, I wanna hear youuu~” even he started sounding pornstar-like, it was music to your already ringing ears.

He began to pound into you with fervor, your tits now hanging over the armrest, bouncing violently as you grip the seating of the driver’s and passengers seat to avoid going headfirst into the dashboard. “Oh fuckkkk I’m gonna cum again, shit- shit- shittttt~” Yunho plants a foot on the flooring of the suv to steady himself as he leans flush against your back, engulfing you. “Yes, yes, yessss~ come inside of me pleaseeee~” Your final plea sends him over the edge, ultimately setting off a chain reaction that makes you cum around him all over again.

You shudder with each thrust as he slows his pace gradually before coming to a complete stop, staying in the same position as he bear hugs you from behind over the dashboard. You laugh to yourselves as you match your breathing once more, an exercise you both had been doing since the start of everything. Thank God workers at Yunho’s job actually took advantage of leaving the facility for lunch, or else your windows definitely would’ve been knocked on. Sure, the 5% tint helps, but you’re sure the car rocking would’ve given enough away.

Yunho peels himself off of you and helps you up, sitting you down next to him in the middle seats. You lay your head on his shoulders as the both of you dwell in the backseat, visibly fucked out. Yunho’s shirt hangs open and off one shoulder with a button or two missing, crucifix chain crooked yet still sitting proudly on his chest, even after such a sinful act. Your soft locs were fully down by now, splayed and running down the side of Yunho’s torso. Your skirt and his pants still undone, neither of you bothering to bother with your surroundings just yet. Yet your blouse was surprisingly still somewhat presentable. You both sit in solitude and enjoyment of each other for a little while longer. Yunho looks down at you lovingly, watching as you pull your phone out to do something. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” “Letting the Editor in Chief know that I’ll be out of the office for the rest of the day? Noo, I couldn’t possibly…” “Oh well that’s a shame…” You look at your husband, waiting, “Because I told the team to take the rest of the day off.” THAT’S why the deck looked so lifeless. “I can’t believe you set me up!” He peppers your face in kisses one last time.

“Alright, let’s get out of here, we definitely need to change. We’re celebrating tonight.” “Tonight? Forrrrr?” “For theeee…..you know…..” Yunho gestures towards himself then your stomach, and you grin knowingly. “The lunch rush?” “Exactlyyy, the lunch rush.” He says before pulling you in for one last kiss. Yunho helps fix up your appearance before assisting you out of the Range Rover and back into your car. Kissing you for the last time yet again. “I’ll be right behind you.” He starts back to his vehicle, looking over to you, “Oh, feel free to put me in your schedule whenever you have an hour or two for lunch. Just to make sure it takes.” Yunho winks at you, getting back in the car as you both leave work for the day.

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❦ hello plutonics! this is a project i have been working on for a long time, and i am so joyful to actually share this project with you!

❦ a venus persona chart and a feminine archetype analysis!

❦ stepping into your confidence is something vitally important, i also am on the path of learning and completing it. and during my walk of learning how to be confident, i wished i had someone who could've been able to advise me into becoming the strong woman i am today! and now i can be that person to other people.

WHAT IS A VENUS PERSONA CHART?

❦ a venus persona is many things, how you love, your beauty, your connection with other women and your finances. during my chart and feminine archetype analysis, i'll be helping clients embody the woman they want to be, how to express your confidence, styling yourself better and attracting the type of love you deserve.

WHAT IS A FEMININE ARCHETYPE?

❦ i follow ayesha k faines feminine archetype, but ayesha's analysis mainly follows on how you should love and tend to your counterpart, whereas my analysis of her feminine archetype involves you not only knowing how to love your counterpart, but how you interact with yourself and the world. your beauty and your success!

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[feralrabidcrow]

I'm sure all of us are familiar with what happened to Heavy and Medic in the TF2 comics, particularly, comic #6.

They reunite after spending 6 months apart following the mercenaries being fired. Heavy has been living back in Russia with his family, and Medic has joined the TFC team, which has gone horribly.

Their reunion is in a less than ideal situation as Heavy is interrupting Cheavy from tearing Medic into pieces. Cheavy kills Medic, and Heavy completely loses his shit. He is determined to kill the man who killed his Doktor. To a degree that doesn't seem like avenging a friend, almost more like avenging a partner. Someone he loves deeply.

But then Medic comes back, and Heavy is just... weirdly casual about it. He goes from complete rage mode to "Ah Doktor it is good to have you back." No hug, no tears, just accepts that Medic is alive again. It almost feels like there is an awkwardness between them.

From a logical standpoint, this is just TF2 being TF2. The emotional moments in the comics are often quickly switched to a comedic tone.

But my Red Oktoberfest obsessed brain has latched onto this hard, and I have a headcanon that is now deeply ingrained into my worldview.

Heavy and Medic broke up when the team disbanded.

As much as I like the idea of Heavy and Medic keeping things going long distance and writing letters to each other, it doesn't make much sense to me logically.

This is something I've thought about a lot, to the point where I'm considering writing an angsty little one-shot about it.

I believe that when Gray Mann took control and fired the mercenaries, Heavy and Medic were left in a complicated situation where their interests no longer aligned. Heavy wanted to go back home to Russia and take care of his family. Medic wanted to look for a new job to continue his medical mad science endeavours. No matter what, if they were to stay together, someone would have ended up dissatisfied. After trying and failing to come up with a compromise, they decided the best thing was to go their separate ways.

But it didn't change the fact that they still loved each other. They went on to their new situations, with feelings of lingering regret and wondering what could have happened if they had stayed together.

When they reunite in the comics, this is the first time seeing each other since their painful break-up. They still care deeply for each other, hence Heavy instantly becoming protective of Medic when he sees him in danger. And when Medic dies, he snaps completely. He has thought about this man constantly since returning to Russia, silently hurting over the loss of the only real relationship he ever had. And now that man is dead. Of course he's going to lose it.

But when Medic comes back, he's confronted with the fact that Medic technically isn't his partner anymore, not at this point, anyways. In comes the awkwardness. He isn't sure how to approach this now. He and Medic have barely even spoken to each other at this point, much less talked about their feelings or their break-up.

I like to think shortly after the 6th comic ends, or sometime off-screen, they talk things out, resolve their issues, and maybe even share a lovely little reuniting kiss. But hey, that's just a theory! A game theory!

[lightseoul]

Congratulations!!! 🎉🎊 How about #5? 🫣

thank you, love! tagging also @tsunderelover07; thank you for playing <3

(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)

warnings. includes themes concerning depression; negative affect in general. read at your own risk.

5. "I'M NOT LEAVING SO GET USED TO ME." (1.3k)

ever since who-knows-when, the goal has always been simple.

pain alleviation.

at least, in theory, it sounds simple. when you think about it, it’s nothing like the seemingly insurmountable task of getting a master’s degree, neither is it as grandiose as finally finding a partner and settling down.

but for someone like you?

well, it’s the best you can muster on most if not all, days, really.

and today’s a textbook example of that.

you squint at the small text displayed on your phone screen, the blue light hurting your eyes in the darkness that’s enveloping the entirety of your studio unit. the clock reads 6:08 PM, but the lack of light cannot be credited to the sun’s waning presence—your black-out curtains have been drawn since, what… yesterday?

the past few days have gone by in a complete blur, you’ve lost track of which day it is.

you’re about to put your phone down in favor of stewing in your bed and debating whether or not you have the energy to order yourself some dinner when your phone chimes its familiar ringtone, indicating a text message.

picking it up, you recognize the id right away.

(6:09 PM) katsuki💥: Omw. Want me to pick anything up by the store?

shit.

now you know it’s a friday.

mustering the little strength you have left, you type out a reply as quickly as you can. before you can think twice about what you just wrote down, you hit send.

(6:10 PM) you: actually, can i take a rain check? i don’t think i’m the best company rn.

sighing, you finally place your device beside you, opting to stare at the off-white ceiling.

you hope bakugou actually listens to you for once and doesn’t press like he usually does. when you first met him in the same agency you both interned for three years ago, you instantly caught wind of how mind-bogglingly stubborn the guy is. but it wasn’t until you became great friends, strangely enough, that you realized the extent of his tenacity. you never thought you’d end up being best friends with the budding hero you found yourself disliking since day—

your train of thought is rudely interrupted by your stomach growling, and you decide then and there that the one thing you can do to alleviate your pain for today is to feed yourself.

you repress the urge to groan in pain as you slowly sit up and move to shimmy your feet into your slippers.

but you don’t even get to reach your kitchen when the telltale sound of your lock clicking echoes through your foyer, almost instantly followed by the door bursting wide open.

you know you should be alarmed, but there’s only one person who can and has the audacity to use your sole spare key without your explicit permission.

still, you don’t fight the frown that takes over your face as you haul yourself to the doorway, watching the man closely as he toes off his trainers and puts them neatly beside your everyday sandals, nonchalant as ever.

“i thought i told you i’m taking a rain check,” you immediately cringe at how rough your voice sounds from unuse.

bakugou stands upright, placing what looks like a bag of groceries on top of your kitchen counter before rounding you and approaching the windows like he owns the place.

“you asked me if you can,” he shoots back as he opens your curtains. “the answer is no.”

a familiar surge of anger pulses through your body. you clench your fists in an attempt to ground yourself—you know from experience that mouthing off on your best friend would do nothing to lessen your pain even if it seems oh-so appealing at the moment.

“…well, don’t expect me to host you. i actually had other plans tonight.”

“is that so?” comes his signature snarky reply, the man turning to regard you. “does your plan include starving yourself ‘til you fall asleep?”

your frown deepens. “i was just about to order dinner before you showed up.” you debate for a second whether you should say the next thing, ultimately deciding fuck it. “now i don’t have an appetite anymore.”

that was a blatant lie. you’re famished, but he doesn’t need to know that. you just needed to be alone right now.

bakugou’s face hardens at your retort. his jaw clenches ever so slightly, in a way that tells you he’s trying to be patient but is getting frustrated.

when he doesn’t say anything, you shuffle back to your bed and sit on the edge of it, ready to wait him out on his exit.

but bakugou katsuki isn’t anything if not stubborn.

“i heard from mina you called in sick again today,” comes his gruff voice.

damn your closest girl friend turned co-worker and her running mouth.

“so?”

bakugou sighs from where he’s now standing in front of and looking at you. “how many leaves do you have left?”

at the mention of it, your stomach drops in dread. an all-too-familiar pulse of anxiety also shoots through your veins. “…two.”

two sick leaves left, and it’s only motherfucking july.

silence befalls the two of you, but it’s not the comfortable kind that usually lulls you both whenever you’re alone in each other’s presence. no, this quiet is borderline irritating, and you can practically hear the gears turning in the man’s head as he processes the fact you’ve been trying to grapple with yourself for the last few weeks now.

the fact that you’re absolutely fucked.

before he can comment on your situation or say anything uselessly placating, you pipe up. “but don’t worry about me. i know you have a lot on your plate right now.”

at that, bakugou scoffs, and your features instinctively contort in annoyance at the sound.

you’re trying to be nice, for god’s sake. something that takes so much of you lately when it used to come naturally your whole life.

you purse your lips in a tight line. “look, if you’re just gonna keep on being an asshole, it’s better if you just leave.”

instead of turning a 180 and giving you your solitude, however, bakugou crouches down on his knees until you’re face to face.

you suddenly become acutely aware of the fact that you haven’t washed your face nor brushed your teeth since yesterday. despite your exasperation with the guy, you hope he doesn’t notice.

if he is noticing, though, he doesn’t mention it. instead, he reaches out and uncharacteristically gently brushes out a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“i’m not leaving, so get used to me.”

with that, he moves to stand up and maybe make his way to the kitchen to cook you dinner, but your reflexes work fast enough for you to grab his wrist before he's out of reach.

bakugou freezes in his tracks, eyes drifting from the grip you have on him to your face, a confused expression etched on his features.

“…just leave, kats,” you barely manage to get out, unable to meet his gaze. “i’m really not the best company right now.”

you brace yourself for another scoff over which you were absolutely going to smack him, but it doesn’t come. instead, bakugou merely coaxes his wrist from your hold before clasping your hands together.

you look up at your best friend, stunned at the rare gesture.

his face is solemn and grip firm when he replies. “don’t i get to be the judge of that?”

[heartlilith]

Astrology Observations

Here are some of my observations and opinions on various placements - Part 5

🖤Pay attention to the degrees in your natal chart, as they influence the energy projected by a specific planet/placement. Here are some quick notes:

0° - Marks a fresh energy, beginnings, a lot of things to learn, growing into this placement, can make this placement more naive/immature.

1°/ 13° / 25°- Aries/Mars energy - Makes a placement more aggressive/brave, extroverted, and quick. Brings more of a leadership energy to the placement.

2° / 14° / 26° - Taurus/Venus energy - Can make a placement more polite, grounded, sensual, and down to Earth. This degree can also signify wealth. Makes a placement more appealing and agreeable.

3° / 15° / 27°- Gemini/Mercury energy - Placements with these degrees can be more curious, detached, less grounded, more talkative. These degrees can also signify high intellect or a duality.

4° / 16° / 28° - Cancer/Moon energy - Can make a placement more soft, adds feminine energy or placement could be highly influenced by feminine energy (MC in 4° can signify working with women or women having a big impact on your career for example), can make a placement more emotional.

5° / 17° - Leo/Sun energy - The fame degree! Makes a placement more recognizable, popular, self-centered. These degrees also add creativity, boldness, and confidence to a placement.

6° / 18° - Virgo/Mercury energy - Adds more logic/analytical energy to a placement, adds wisdom and nervous energy, makes a placement more "neat" and confined.

7° / 19° - Libra/Venus energy - Emphasizes the beauty of a placement, politeness, creativity. Can make a placement more apt to romanticize (ASC - how you see the world, Venus - how you see love, Mars - liking romantic sex more than casual sex)

8° / 20° - Scorpio/Pluto energy - Signifies a lot of transformations for a specific placement, a lot of breaking and healing in the area of this degree. Can add obsessiveness/powerfulness/mystery/depth to a placement.

9° / 21° - Sagittarius/Jupiter energy - Adds a more "happy go lucky" vibe, more free flowing, popularity, brings luck and wisdom. Jupiter is expansions it could also expand whatever placement you have this degree in (Mars - more physical energy, Sun - more egotistical, 5th house - more children, creativity).

10° / 22° - Capricorn/Saturn energy - Can slow down a placement (Venus - won't be in a relationship until later in life, Mercury - might talk in a slower pace). Brings lessons and trials to the area of this degree, maturity, ambition, seriousness.

11° / 23° - Aquarius/Uranus energy - Brings something unique to a placement, gives a placement some shock factor and flare. Can make a placement more easy going and inclusive.

12° / 24° - Pisces/Neptune energy - Makes a placement more delulu (lol). Higher octave of Venus so it adds to the beauty of a placement (Sun - adds beauty to your energy, Mercury - adds beauty to your writing/speaking abilities, Mars - adds beauty to the way you physically move (like a dancer)).

29° - Can add mastery, maturity, karmic lessons to a placement. Can signify something that is ending, lessons learned, an almost finished book.

🖤There's so much more I could say about degrees and degree theory but that would take me all day. Here is a link that goes more in depth: 360 Symbolic Degrees

🖤Jupiter is the planet of luck and expansion, therefore looking at the sign and house that Jupiter is in can signify how to lean into that luck. Sign = how, house = where. For example, I have Jupiter in Gemini in the 5th house: using my writing/speaking/communication abilities (Gemini) can help me earn luck especially if it has to do with creativity, children, and romance (5th house).

🖤The sign Mercury is in can have an impact on your learning style. Water: Reading/Writing, Fire: Auditory, Air: Kinesthetic, Earth: Visual... (this is strictly opinion based)

🖤When I look at someone's chart that I'm interested in romantically, I like to make a Venn-Diagram in my head with their Venus and Mars signs (this is the most Virgo Moon shit I've ever written). For example, Sagittarius Venus + Capricorn Mars = Detached, money-minded/materalistic, likes to take things slow, hates possessiveness and feeling "anchored".

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[carrotstache]

[ This is a mere theory, and may be wrong post chapter 195 ]

Quite a few nuggets of information hint at Baek Saheon having been raised, or is associated with a cult in GSGW. So I want to list some things in dot point format, as nothing’s concrete so far thus everything is short. 

Spoilers for the novel, I will mostly talk about things already tled, but warnings for the latest chapter spoiler will be clearly marked.

1. Church oppa vibes

In chapter 2 Saheon is introduced to look “fairly innocent”, and purposely acted in a disarming manner when he began talking to Soleum. Ignoring the official illustration (which isn’t text accurate), his curly hair and kind demeanor mimics religious cult recruiters at Korean universities. Which is a real thing btw. People have noted them to look like good looking and kind young men, who look kind but are actually cult recruiters with an agenda. In the Tamra Express arc too, we see him try to act unassuming and gentle.

2. Tries to take advantage of someone vulnerable

Cults have been known to prey on the most susceptible, and do it well and often. Saheon has tried over and over again to get rid of Soleum once he is perceived as vulnerable, and not as threatening. A more blatant example would be in chapter 76 where he said, “he’d always used fools around him as bait during critical moments.”

3. Trained response to danger

Saheon’s immediate switch from hostile to docile upon Soleum’s intimidation, seemed reminiscent of a trauma response to avoid getting hurt. Saheon recognised something with more authority than him, and backed down quickly. He has a heightened sense of danger, to an abnormal degree with how avoidant he is to Soleum, and thinks the other is practically capable of anything. Eg. Thought Soleum brainwashed the crowd with the fountain pen, despite knowing that it's single target only.

4. Goat snake symbolism

Goats in the bible are associated with the devil, experience eternal damnation and are said to have desecrated a temple in the Book of Revelation. Snakes are associated with deception and evil in the bible. Also, he called Youngeun a lamb despite being a goral (which is closer to goats) and thus Saheon is like a sacrifice too. Refer to my religious allusions gsgw post, for a slightly more detailed explanation.

5. Angel devil iconography

With his purple eye, Saheon can see halos behind those whom he deems dangerous. I do not think it’s a coincidence that Saheon, and Soleum have a lot of connected religious symbolism associated with them.

6. Brainwashing equipment

While Saheon no longer has it, the staple item Viper used was the Fountain Pen which could make someone follow a suggestion. Pushing someone who is unaware into doing something, is a classic cult tactic.

7. Trusts his family enough even though they know he will be in harm's way

Saheon received a cassette tape by one of his relatives, who presented it as something that can “reverse a dire situation". This family member, a wanted criminal, was aware of Saheon possibly being in life threatening situations. Yet, he’s constantly going back to visit his family (who have been mentioned several times), and didn’t want Soleum to take the cassette tape.

CHAPTER 195 SPOILERS

8. Able to recognise cult tactics

Chapter 114 during the Tamra Express arc, Saheon said “In a small, high-stress emergency environment, humans tended to do whacko things.” How “ridiculous suggestions… suddenly seemed worth clinging to”, because it “was human nature.” Saheon gathered all of this from a few shouts, which shows his familiarity with the subject. Despite recognising it, he also began twisting the narrative in his head and ended up believing Soleum to know the truth to get out safely, and in the end give a worthwhile item. Again, he also believed Soleum to be capable of brainwashing multiple people with the fountain, which he is very much aware isn’t possible.

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9. A village boy

In chapter 195, Soleum arrives in a village in Cheonan, which is where the Jiksan Baek clan is based. There’s also a festival going on, which when you add village + festival in a horror story it usually = cults. It’s a typical trope to have a celebration or festival of some kind to include a sacrifice (perhaps… a lamb?), and villages sometimes become a concentrated place riddled with ghosts. Saheon has shown how strangely unfazed, and more familiar he is with ghost stories compared to other rookies. And his obsession with items aiding his survival could possibly be hinting at his upbringing, and why he’s not scared of ghosts themselves but other people. 

I would also like to mention that the Church of the Luminous Unknown has three branches, and the village might be under it. A village that worships, and sacrifices for Ireum-nim… In this tweet, OP says that Saheon’s name in Hanja might mean: To serve, snake, offering/sacrificial rite. Which makes me go crazy!!

Thank you for reading my very loose theory. I've had it since January, but haven’t collated it properly until now. It may not become canon, however it’s fun to think about. I also have another post, which is basically a long love letter to Baek Saheon's character.

[applestorms]

ok actually fuck it i'm talking about this too. so, the ivantill kiss, right? there are a lot of beautiful stylistic choices that make that scene just incredible, but the one thing i'd like to zoom in on in particular for this post relates to the 180 degree rule specifically.

if you're not familiar with filmmaking, essentially-- the 180 degree rule sets up a line that the camera typically is not supposed to cross. the clearest example of this in the case of scenes where you have two characters in a room talking to one another. for the sake of smoother continuity, you generally want to stick to having dude A on the left and dude B on the right, otherwise it feels wonky or gets confusing to follow, both as an audience and as an editor. this is particularly true when you're doing some kind of shot/reverse shot conversation between two characters and need to ensure that it Feels like they're consistently looking at one another in the same direction, even if they aren't actually both visible in the same shot. basically, the 180 degree rule is meant to help keep your left & right from getting mixed up while filming, and to make sure that the physical space both on- and off-screen are clear to the audience.

in round 6, most of the shots we get of ivan & till while they're on the actual performing stage are close-ups, though we do get a couple of establishing shots. early on we have this very quick frame:

which is very quickly followed up by a close up of till's face, and then a medium close up also displaying his name in the background.

the majority of shots that take place in this setting (not flashbacks) stick to similar shot sizes, putting emphasis on till himself rather than the mostly empty background and stage.

ivan is presented very similarly. we begin with a shot of his feet as he walks up to the mic:

and then a couple extreme close ups of his face, both from the side and the front to emphasize his mouth and eyes as he begins singing.

i think it's this side view in particular that really helps set up the space in terms of how ivan is positioned to the left of till, especially since we also see till from the same side earlier. note the similarities:

we also often see them positioned like this in the flashbacks, ivan on the right and till on the left, a good example being when ivan licks the blood of his face like a fucking freak.

later on, we also get this fairly short establishing shot of the stage from the back, again setting up just how empty and vast this place is:

(this one is actually a bit odd since we're viewing them from the back. bit of a teaser, i guess? the importance of this will be made clear shortly.)

POINT IS. in the minutes leading up to the kiss, we have a very clear line established, wherein till is always on the left and ivan always on the right. a couple flashbacks may buck this trend, but this is consistent for all the shots that we see of them on the actual stage.

notably, though, we very rarely ever actually see them in the same frame in this setting-- again, only in flashbacks, or the extreme wide shown above do we actually see them together.

this changes as soon as ivan decides to start walking towards him:

but still, we haven't crossed the line. always, it's till on the left, ivan on the right

UNTIL.

BAM. it switches.

why? so glad you asked, i have a couple theories. it all comes down to two big points: making the scene more jarring + audience perspective.

in terms of the first point... till is clearly caught off guard by this move, so literally jumping the line right at the moment when their lips touch is a great way of showing how ivan has also just crossed a line, emotionally. it is also, again, somewhat off-putting and confusing. even if you don't fully consciously notice the switch, it takes a moment to reorient yourself within the scene and realize what's happening. it's a very subtle move, but it really emphasizes that OH SHIT moment in a fantastic way.

in terms of audience perspective... alien stage is a story about a bunch of 20 somethings (and one 30 year old) singing and then getting murdered on stage. it is performative to its core, not to mention incredibly voyeuristic. on a meta level, as human viewers, we are to some degree put into the same position as the in-universe aliens, watching and delighting and being horrified over the exact same performance as them. in the earlier shots for this video, when we see ivan and till from the front, we are watching the show from the seat of the audience (which is, notably, not especially present/visible in this round, in comparison to some of the previous ones).

by flipping around to the other side, we are also seeing the details of this moment from a much more intimate perspective. note how the light shines behind them in this moment, particularly in conjunction with this next frame:

ivan wants this to be a moment special to the two of them, not something done for the sake of adding to the performance. so he blocks off the spotlight, and angles their faces away from where (presumably) the majority of the audience is. he can only get so much privacy when they're right smack in the middle of this great big empty stage, but he takes what he can get.

this also helps him get a better look at the scores behind them:

and it's perhaps interesting to note that after this, we jump right back over the line-- specifically, right at the moment ivan is shot.

the fact that the choking itself is also prominently displayed with this orientation (till left, ivan right) seems like additional support for the idea that ivan was doing that for the Performance and the audience.

especially since, when he takes his hands away, they're right back in that ivan left/till right orientation, on the more intimate/genuine side of the line.

this all ends off with another interesting perspective switch, one that is so quick you almost don't even get the chance to notice it. as soon as ivan hits the floor, we move from the usual left-side looking in angle from before to one that puts till in the foreground.

a shift from a POV where ivan dominates, to one where till does, only after ivan passes away. this shit is rich, fellas.

[novy2sirius]

᭓ ྀུ༺ a degree theory by nikola stojanovic

please read before proceeding

important note: this is not my info. this is all from nikola stojanovic’s theory on degrees in astrology. he has books on it that i think you can find online and download for free

trigger warnings: murder, car crashes, sex, and suicide

sign degrees

zero degrees: 0°

the same characteristics as the sign it’s already placed in. example - aries venus at 0° is purely an aries venus, obviously aside from the house energy

aries degrees: 1°, 13°, and 25°

beginnings, leadership, taking action, fighting spirit, not giving oneself up to fate, struggle, war, abuse, labor, diligence, etc

taurus degrees: 2°, 14°, and 26°

food, money, stability, earth, luxuries, sound of voice, singing voice, etc

gemini degrees: 3°, 15°, and 27°

communication, self-expression, technology, books, siblings, neighbors, etc

cancer degrees: 4°, 16°, and 28°

home, traditions, nurture, loyalty, faith, mother, the ocean/water, etc

leo degrees: 5°, 17°, and 29°

life, children, attention, fame, creativity, strength, happiness, light, etc

virgo degrees: 6° and 18°

improvement, health, to diminish, routine, animals, acts of service, etc

libra degrees: 7° and 19°

harmony/fairness, charm, beauty, law, music, art, dancing, pleasures, etc

scorpio degrees: 8° and 20°

death, major transformation, wealth, jealousy, sex, secrecy, taxes, etc

sagittarius degrees: 9° and 21°

wisdom, abundance, college, travel, photography, success, beliefs, etc

capricorn degrees: 10° and 22°

hard work, fear, public attention, karma, father, boss, isolation, history, etc

aquarius degrees: 11° and 23°

unexpected experiences, technology, friendships, networking, divorce, etc

pisces degrees: 12° and 24°

spirituality, escapism, dreams, illusion, the sea, mysteries, the hidden, etc

special degree meanings

supreme power: 2°

this degree is often found in the charts of people with remarkable achievements, who had extreme power, and who were highly respected according to nikola’s research

eroticism/a fun life: 5°

many sex symbols like marilyn monroe have this in their chart. nikola believed this was the best degree in general as well. he thought it indicated lots of fun and pleasure in one’s life

suicide/divorce: 11° and 23°

according to nikola the aquarius degrees (11 and 23) both indicate divorce occurring when placed in prominent positions in the chart. 11 is the only one indicating suicide though

car accidents: 15°

nikola believed that when this degree was connected to 8th house or scorpio placements it could indicate getting into car crashes

pure evil: 18°

nikola believed that this degree indicated a negative destiny for someone. he thought it was the worst degree you could have in your chart, based on his research he thought it was solely about facing hardships and nothing more. he also believed it could indicate being an evil person with no good intentions

to kill or be killed: 22°

just as the title reads, nikola believed this degree indicates being killed or being a killer. another thing he believed it could indicate was abandonment in the area of life it’s placed

clairvoyance: 29°

nikola believed this degree indicates someone that has very good intuition and can make accurate predictions about the outcomes of events

my opinion on astrology degrees

i personally don’t believe in nikola’s theory 100%, although i do think there’s accuracy to the signs being associated with specific degrees. i have always had stronger belief in my numerstrology degree theory than anything when it comes to this subject though. i definitely do not believe 18° is fully negative like he claims since the universe is yin yang so there’s always both positive and negative ways things can manifest. these are just my thoughts though

do you believe nikola’s degree theory? comment below!

[durrtydawg]

The Sadir Inheritance

{Sam Drake x F!Reader} Chapter 10 | '999'

Sorry this isn't Sam-heavy but I like this chapter rehhhhh. Good things come to those who wait x

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You thought being back in the UK would’ve been boring. Perhaps... you wish it was.

blood & injury mention

Word count: 4.6k-ish x

London feels different after being somewhere like Jordan.

It’s not just the weather - the biting, damp chill that lingers in your clothes, makes your hair ratty and frizzy all at once, no matter how much surface area your umbrella covers. It’s the pace of things. Slower in some ways, suffocatingly fast in others. The tube rattles, dawdling tourists and miserable commuters create a constant clamour, and cars blur through rain-slicked streets - it’s cold, but damp and sweaty all the same, and yet somehow, in the overstimulating midst of it all, you feel... removed.

Disconnected.

Like part of you is still standing on that sun-drenched plateau in Petra, sand lodged in your stupidly chosen mesh trainers, wind whipping through your hair, the sting of sunburn blooming on your nose.

The real world, much to your sorrow, doesn’t pause for dreamy treasure hunts. Bills still exist. Bosses still get pissy when you disappear for too long.

Sam and Scott have alternated between being holed up in the British Library, sifting through microfilm and archive reels, and travelling slightly further out of the city - Surrey, then Sussex, now across to Kent, tracking down stately homes once in William Campbell’s possession.

And you?

Between pouring pints and wiping down sticky tables, you’ve been scribbling notes in the gaps of your battered notebook - half-formed theories, snippets of leads, anything that might connect Emaan Sadir to a child lost to history.

Names are underlined, question marks scattered, but the pieces still don’t fit.

You flip the pen between your fingers behind the bar at any given moment of peace, scanning the latest page.

Emaan died 1893, Layla died 1872. Baby?  A smudge of green ink where you pressed too hard. Boy? Girl? Another scribbled out theory. A tap of the pen. Campbell - last ledger entry 1892, one year before Emaan kicked the bucket.  Four sketched bird outlines. Coincidence? Foul play?

You’re stuck somewhere in the middle.

But you’re grateful. Grateful that you even got to go in the first place. Sam didn’t have to bring you. It’s not like you’re some hotshot archaeologist. You’re an ad hoc research assistant at best; enthusiastic tech-slash-moral support with a useless history degree.

And yet, you were there.

And now you’re here, slipping back into normality like a coat that’s grown a tad too tight since you last wore it.

Still, it’s important to count your blessings. At least the weird… shit has stopped. No headaches. No nosebleeds. No ominous figures lurking just out of sight - Not that you ever saw anyone back in Jordan, but Sam and Scott had been paranoid enough about being followed.

Your shift ended twenty minutes ago, but it’s safe to say your sleep-deprived brain is still buzzing - all of this untangling history alongside bar orders and shitty tips? You’re doing enough thinking for two.

You duck out of the spit, climbing into your car.

It’s eight-thirty-something pm. Day shift over. You’re knackered, there’s what you hope is a sticky beer stain on your jeans and your bed is very much calling. You slide behind the wheel, keys jingling as you stick them in the ignition.

The engine sputters, coughs once, then reluctantly rumbles to life.

You give the dashboard a light pat, letting out a breath of relief as the car settles into a steady, if slightly unconvincing, idle.

She’s been cooped up in an airport car park for two weeks, gathering dust and sulking in the British drizzle. You fear she’s on her last legs. Wheels. Whatever. The weird rattling coming from the engine has made that clear enough.

You settle in, adjusting your seat belt, tossing your book onto the passenger seat. Your fingers drum absently on the steering wheel as you wait for the mist to clear from the windscreen.

Sam would have something to say about the green ink smudged along the side of your hand.

Something glib. Teasing, probably. Or maybe he’d just point out, with a lazy half-smirk, that normal people don’t walk around looking like they’ve just done ten rounds against a leaky biro.

You can almost hear it - his voice, dry with some sort of muted amusement. It’s not hard to picture the way his eyes would flick to your hand, then back to your face, with a distinctive kind of warmth you’ve grown to enjoy.

Like you’d done to him on the plane home.

You hadn’t meant to look at him for so long. But he’d fallen asleep on your shoulder, and in the dim hush of the cabin, with the drone of the ventilation lulling you into something close to contentment (despite just recovering from what might be one of the worst headaches you’ve ever had), it had felt impossible not to watch. His hand had twitched once against his thigh - dreaming, maybe - but otherwise, he’d been still. Peaceful, weirdly.

But that wouldn’t explain why you’d kept looking. Why you’d let your eyes stay glued to him past the point of casual observation, tracing the crease in his brow, the way his face softened in sleep, the ratio between how much salt versus how much pepper was stippled across his jaw.

And - God, weird, right? - that that was the second time he’d fallen asleep beside you in the past couple of days.

He’s always going on about his insomnia. That it’s a thing. That he doesn’t sleep well, doesn’t sleep often. And yet-

What is it they say about being around someone you like? Like… like like? Oxytocin? Dopamine? Some chemical thing?

Oh, for God’s sake.

You roll your shoulders back, crack your neck, shake the thought off like a dog would with water.

It wasn’t oxy-bloody-tocin. He was tired. Both times. That’s it.

It was just a long flight.

That’s all.

And you’re reading far too deeply into your own emotions, too, because it had been the same with Scott, hadn’t it?

A harmless, fleeting sort of pitching in your stomach. The kind of admiration that fizzles out before it can become anything invasive - just when his self-awareness of his looks and intelligence and general grade-A excellence in everything started to grate more than inspire.

This will fizzle out too. It has to. Not that you’d realistically get a second glance from either of them. Ha. 

Sam already doesn’t take you seriously, does he - and if he ever got the slightest inkling that-

You huff.

More futile overthinking to fill the void.

The windscreen is still fogged over, so you crank up the heat dial a notch, settling back into your seat as the day washes over you. You fold your arms against the cold, watching the mist clear in slow, uneven patches-

Then your phone buzzes violently from the cup holder.

You glance down, and-

What a coincidence.

You smile despite yourself, digging the phone out and swiping to answer.

“Did you know the British Library doesn’t actually let you check out books?”

You huff in amusement, “Every day's a school day, Samuel."

“Stupid, if you ask me.” A faint tut. “I mean, it’s a library.”

You snort, reaching for the gear stick as the mist on your windshield starts to clear enough to drive. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Eh.” You can hear the shrug. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”

You pause.

Probably nothing more than one of his usual throwaway remarks, and you know better than to misconstrue something that’s purely his character. But still - something tightens in your chest before you can stop it.

You shake it off, scoffing lightly. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Sweet-talker.”

“Guilty.”

You roll your eyes, easing out of the car park. “How’s your thrilling week of stately home trespassing?”

Sam groans. “If I see one more oil painting of some smug bastard with mutton chops, I’m gonna start growin’ 'em in my sleep.”

“Eurgh. That bad, then?”

“It’s like these guys never heard of redecorating. Campbell’s family really stuck to the whole ‘evil rich guy’ aesthetic. Scotty boy’s eatin’ it up. A bit too… put-together for my liking, though.”

“‘Course it is.”

A sigh.

“Anyway, I’m currently diggin' through microfilm like I’m some eighties movie extra, but Scott’s down near…” He pauses, exhaling, “Uh… Chatham. Can you, uh, do me a favour?”

You hum, slowing at a red light, brakes squeaking as you come to a stop. “Depends. Am I gonna get arrested?”

“Not if you drive safely.”

"Are you implying I drive unsafely?"

"Well," He says tightly before clearing his throat. "I'm still try'n'a work out why I've had a crick in my neck since you drove us back from the airp-"

“Sam.”

He makes a sort of low 'heh' sound that makes your mouth twist in a suppressed grin. “Alright, look, he just needs an extra pair of hands to make sure he doesn’t… I dunno, fall through some rotten floorboards, or get possessed, or anything, y’know? He’s onto somethin' - or so he says - and I can’t get down there yet.”

You sigh, tapping the wheel. “You really know how to sell an evening.”

“C’mon,” he draws it out, “You’ll love it. Derelict site, middle'a nowhere, definitely haunted. Plus,” he pauses for half a second, reducing volume, “Took me forever to score this chair and I sure as shit am not lettin' it go now.”

“I don’t know… I was going to throw a day-out-of-date korma in the microwave and catch up on Bake Off, but-” You sigh, drawing it out teasingly. “I suppose I could rearrange my schedule.”

“You goin' or what?” You can hear the smile in his voice.

You should play it cool. Shouldn’t need the validation nor feel the ridiculous, somewhat embarrassing rush of relief at the idea that, yeah, you are still part of this - that Sam wants you to be. But you do.

You shake your head, already flicking on your indicator. “Of course I’m going.”

A hum of approval, and then: “Atta girl.”

The phrase lands low in your stomach. You glance out at the empty road, mouth twisting in an effort to ignore the stupid little grin tugging at your lips. Pathetic form, really.

You flick the wipers on to clear the droplets from the windscreen as you trundle along a pot-hole-riddled tarmac. “Scott’s already there?”

“Yeah. Pokin’ around.” A rustle of paper. “I’ll get him to send you the details.”

“Sounds good.”

A pause.

Then-

“Hey,” he says.

You pause, too. “…Yes?”

There’s a shift on his end.

“Be careful, alright?”

Your grip tightens slightly around the wheel.

It’s a stupid thing to get stuck on. A normal thing, something anyone would say.

And yet, something in you bristles. You’re not a child. You don’t need to be treated like one.

Hiding an important piece of the Sadir puzzle, and odd physical symptoms of something you've given up trying to decipher aside, you’ve managed just fine so far, haven’t you?

But then, beneath that, there’s something else. A smidgen of warmth melting away the edges of your irritation, soft - insidious. Because he means it, doesn’t he? Because he wouldn’t say it if he didn’t.

You swallow. Push past it. “I’ll be fine.”

“…Yeah.” A pause. “I know.”

Neither of you say anything for a second.

Then-

“Alright,” he exhales. “Go forth, kick some doors down. I’ll tell Scott to give you a buzz.”

You let out a breath. “Thanks, Sam.”

A beat.

Then, quieter, “Yeah.”

And then the line clicks dead.

A text pings through minutes later,

The message is short, clipped. All function, no fluff - typical Scott. You stare at it for a second, thumb hovering over the keyboard before typing out a quick:

Me: On my way. Save any drama for my arrival.

Buzz.

Scottimus Prime: No promises ;)

You huff a quiet laugh, securing your phone in its holder, already turning the car toward the A2.

Address in tow, the hum of the engine and nighttime talk radio fills the quiet, and for a while, you let your mind drift - half-focused on the road, half on everything else. Sam’s voice still knocks around somewhere in the back of your skull, your thoughts curling around words he probably didn’t mean as much as you wanted him to.

You sigh, pressing a little harder on the accelerator and cranking up the radio. Not the time for that.

The satnav’s voice cuts through from time to time, guiding you turn by turn until the lights of the suburbs blur into open stretches of countryside. The road winds on, the sky turning a deeper shade of grey as you leave the familiar behind.

When you finally pull up to the site, the place looks about as inviting as you expected.

The crunch of gravel under your tires gives way to the unsettling silence of an overgrown driveway, the car rolling to a stop outside what was once - presumably - a grand country estate. You sit for a second, fingers still curled around the wheel, as your headlights let you take it in.

It’s exactly what you expected, but somehow worse; its decay isn’t just age, but abandonment. Half-eaten by time. Late Victorian - what remains of it, anyway. A hulking old thing, all crumbling brickwork and weather-stained stone, the kind of house that was probably in a stately homes guidebook once, before it got sold off to some lazy private buyer who left it to rot. Even the health and safety demolition site notices are discoloured from mere time.

You step out of the car, boots crunching against the dirt-streaked gravel, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and thick veins of ivy. The main house looms over you, its façade partially strangled by greenery, roots and vines pushing through the cracks like nature itself has tried reclaiming it by dragging it back down into the ground.

You pull out your phone, tapping out a quick message.

Me: Estoy aquí. Where r you?

No immediate response. You frown, shoving your phone back into your jacket as you step forward, pushing through the overgrown hedges toward the entrance.

The front doors are ajar, hanging slightly off their hinges, an uneven gap leading into the shadowed interior. The wind whistles softly through the broken windows, rattling the few remaining shards of glass still clinging to their frames.

You glance at your phone again.

Still nothing.

The air inside the house sort of reminds you of the men’s bathroom in the pub. Stale. Damp. Generally unpleasant with period features that have gone through decades of maltreatment. Luckily, this isn’t a place you’re expected to tackle hourly with a toilet brush and a bottle of bleach, though it doesn’t make it any less repellant.

You step forward cautiously, boot scuffing against debris. Dust motes swirl in your headlights’ dying glow before the automatic shut-off plunges everything into dimness. Your eyes adjust to the low light leaking in from outside, fingers tapping on your phone’s torch.

You move through what was probably a grand foyer, past the remains of a chandelier that’s lost most of its crystals - robbed, most likely - only a skeletal brass frame left to gather cobwebs. The walls, once probably covered in intricate paneling, are now peeling like old sunburn. Bits of plaster crunch underfoot.

Still no response from Scott. You check your phone again, the little read receipt stubbornly absent.

You grunt.

Your hand tightens around it as you turn a corner, pausing in front of a massive, dust-cloaked portrait, paint discoloured and peeling, laid lopsided on the floor. Another Victorian bastard stares back at you - some dead-eyed, moustachioed old fart with eyes that follow you.

You snap a photo and fire it off to Sam.

Me: Feeling those mutton chop follicles a’growing?

Samalam: 👴🏼❌.

Samalam: Did I use those correctly?

You smirk, but it fades fast. Scott still hasn’t replied. A thread of unease winds itself through your ribs as you pocket your phone and move deeper inside.

You pass a bookcase, most of its shelves emptied, a few yellowed tomes left to sag in their decay. 

Reaching out, you trail a finger through the dust, the disturbed particles swirling as you agitate it.

Then - a creak.

You freeze.

Another sound follows, a dull thud from upstairs.

Your stomach tightens.

“Scott?” You sing-song.

No answer. Just the wind wheezing through the shattered windows, rattling loose panes. You roll your shoulders, exhaling sharply.

Still, you move towards the staircase, the wooden steps groaning under your weight.

As you climb, a dull ache curls behind your temples - you pin it down to dehydration and wince, rubbing your forehead. Absent-mindedly, you reach back to wrestle in your bag for your water bottle - only to realise, with a tut, you’ve left it in the car.

You push through the headache and keep moving.

The second floor is worse than the first - colder, somehow. The air is thinner. Your hands graze the wall as you walk, the wallpaper beneath them cracked and dampened.

To no avail, you call out for Scott once more, before you pull out your phone and dial.

The ringing barely has time to connect before a tinny, distant chime of Marimba echoes through the silence.

Scott’s ringtone.

Your pulse kicks up. The sound is muffled, swallowed by the high ceilings, but you can tell - he’s nearby. You take a step forward, turning toward the source, and then you see a bookcase, toppled and broken, its warped shelves forming a splintered barricade between you and the next room.

The sound is coming from behind it.

You hesitate, then press a hand against the wood, pushing experimentally. It doesn’t budge so you try again, planting your feet, throwing your weight into it. Still nothing.

"I hope you’re enjoying this, knobhead." you mutter, breath coming short.

No answer. Just the shrill persistence of his ringtone.

Huffing, you drop to your knees and eye the gap underneath. Just wide enough.

You sling your bag through first.

With a sigh, you flatten yourself, forearms sinking into dust and debris as you inch forward, accidentally shining the torch into your eyes once or twice, which does little to quell your headache. The air tastes stale, thick with rot and something coppery. You swallow against the tightness in your throat, trying not to cough.

Pushing up onto your knees, you shuffle awkwardly through the last of the gap and brace a hand against the bookcase as you rise.

The moment you straighten up, a rush of dizziness blooms behind your eyes, a sudden, tilting sensation that sends the room pitching sideways. You blink hard, stumbling into the wood, exhaling slowly until the feeling ebbs, breathing through it.

Too fast. You got up too fast.

The phone is still buzzing, discarded in the middle of the floor. Odd.

“Alright,” you mutter, turning in a slow circle. “Aren't you bored yet?”

Your voice comes out steadier than you feel. Something’s off.

You reach down and pick it up. The screen is cracked, smeared with something dark along the edge. Your own call flashes across it for a second before cutting out, plunging the room into silence.

Your eyes sweep the room, searching for movement, a shadow, some sign of his usual cocky grin peeking around a corner.

But there’s nothing.

…Aside from a leg.

Sticking out from behind a battered chest of drawers.

Your stomach knots.

"Scott?"

Your voice feels thin. You take a step closer. Another. Your frown deepens.

You round the corner, then you see him. Slumped against the wall.

Your breath catches, and for a second your trainers remain firmly pinned to the ground.

His head is tilted at an unnatural angle, his face half-hidden in the dark. His hair, usually pushed back and hairsprayed to perfection, flops over his brows.

The cold light of your phone skims over his features, and your stomach turns.

A split lip. Bloody nose. Bruises, deep and splotchy along his jaw.

What the fuck?

He moves.

It’s barely anything - a twitch of the fingers, a tiny grunt of discomfort.

Regardless, you gasp, a pathetic, breathy little sound of sheer relief as your body slumps forward, nearly collapsing onto him. “Oh, my God,” you choke out. “What the hell?”

Your hands move automatically, checking his pulse even though you’ve already seen him breathe. You press your fingers to his throat, then his wrist, the way you’ve seen in films. You don’t really know what you’re doing. But the steady flutter is there. He’s okay.

Still, your panic doesn’t fade. Not entirely. It just mutates. Because who on earth has done this to him?

You stumble back onto your heels, trying to catch your breath. “Okay. Alright. Ambulance,” you mutter, grabbing for your phone with trembling hands. “You need an ambulance, we need - fuck.”

As you say it, your thumb hesitates over the screen.

999.

You glance over your shoulder. The broken, boarded windows. The rotted walls. The shattered floorboards and toppled furniture. You’re not supposed to be here.

You’re trespassing.

“Shit,” you mutter again, louder now. “Shit, shit, shit-”

You start pacing in a tight circle, trying not to trip on the wreckage of the room. Call Sam? He’d know what to do. He always does. But he’s an hour-and-a-half away at best - maybe more - and you’d rather not wait around.

You chew your thumbnail, trying to force clarity into the chaos. You could move Scott. Carry him? No chance. Drag him downstairs? You’ll make it worse.

The phone shakes in your hand.

You’re just about to hit Sam’s name in your recents when the floor creaks behind you.

You whirl around.

A man stands in the doorway. Early thirties. Average height. Jeans, canvas jacket, slightly mussed hair - unassuming, completely forgettable in any other context.

Except for the blood crusting his knuckles. And the calm, amused tilt of his head, like he’s walked in on a mildly entertaining surprise.

It doesn’t take a genius.

Your heart slams against your ribs.

You say nothing at first. You can’t. Your mouth opens, closes.

He just watches you.

A sickly silence stretches between you, broken only by the wind outside and the low, unconscious breaths of Scott slumped behind you.

You bolt.

You barely register the choice - your body just moves. Skimming past him, down the hallway, praying your feet don’t catch, and the door you’re going for doesn’t lead to a dead end.

You make it halfway to it before a second figure appears, rounding the corner.

Taller. Broader than the other. His face is hidden by the low light.

You skid to a stop so fast your breath punches out of you.

The second man unfolds from the shadows, arms crossing lazily over his chest. He’s been waiting. He cocks his head, expression unreadable, then lifts his shoulders in a slow, mocking shrug. Oops.

Your stomach drops.

You turn around, pulse hammering in your throat, but the first man hasn’t moved. He’s still in the doorway, still watching you, that same idle amusement playing at the edges of his face.

You take an instinctive step back from him as man number two takes a step forward, caging you in.

Shit.

Your pulse throbs away between your ears. You glance past his shoulder, looking for another way out, but it’s all just peeling wallpaper and splintered floorboards. No exit. Nowhere to go.

He takes another step as the first man dips back into the room where Scott’s incapacitated in a corner. The moment your eyes meet and you realise how close he actually is his, your headache spikes like a blunt nail’s been lodged into your skull.

“Ah-” You cry out and stumble backward, one hand shooting out instinctively - only to hit the wall.

You crash against it and double over, clutching your head. It worsens as he gets closer. You retch, borderline immobile as you try and fail to look up at him, eyes wide and stinging.

“No- no-” Your breath comes in broken, shallow gulps, your knees threatening to give as the pain crests again and again. The same pressure. Pure agony. You know this. You remember this. Jordan. The tomb. The heat. The blood.

Not again.

The man says nothing. He just walks calmly forward.

You don’t know what they want. Who they are - what they’ve done to Scott. Why they’re here. Why this is happening again.

Your legs won’t hold. You crumple to your knees, then to your side, hands clenched in your hair, screaming inside your head. The pain is making it impossible to breathe, impossible to think.

You can’t look up. You’re half-kneeling, half-fallen, your forehead nearly touching the floor, hands digging into your scalp like you can dig the pain out if you try hard enough.

You’re dimly aware of footsteps. The second man grabs your arm. You flinch, try to twist away, but your body won’t cooperate. He hauls you upright like you’re made of paper.

“No-” you manage to croak, your voice barely audible.

You’re dragged backwards, heels scraping over splintered wood, one arm flailing weakly, the other pinned to your side.

Something - your phone - slips from your fingers, landing with a clack. You barely register it, but the screen flashes as it hits the floor.

A burst of light.

Blue and white. The selfie you took at the Petra lookout point.

Your thumb must’ve-

You did call him?

You did.

He’s-

The call’s still-

Is it ringing? Connected? You can’t tell. Everything’s sideways, off-kilter, noise and pain and Scott-

The corridor lurches and tilts with each step, your vision doubling. You think you hear Scott’s name fall from your lips, slurred and broken, but it might just be in your head.

Fuck, it feels like every ounce of pain you’ve ever felt in your life is in your head, so you wouldn’t be surprised.

You’re thrown. Your back hits the floor of the other room hard, the breath knocked out of you in a hoarse oof. Pain ricochets through your ribs, your shoulder, your skull. You curl on your side, blinking furiously, trying to focus. Nothing stays still long enough to make sense.

You don’t even realise you’re crying until you taste salt.

You lie there, blinking over at Scott. You just about make out his face crumpling in discomfort, but not for long. Everything swims. The shapes of the men blur.

“Looks like you two have been busy, huh?” one of them says. Fuck knows who - it crawls through your head, waterlogged.

You blink slowly, unable to move your head, unable to turn toward the voice. Your chest heaves as you try to breathe around the ache - fast, shallow breaths that won’t do your lungs the satisfaction of being filled. Your vision jumps, fractured by tears and panic.

Somewhere behind you, there’s a rustle of paper, the wet shhfff of pages turning. You can’t see it, but you know what he’s handling - your notebook. Your fucking notebook - the one you’ve kept from day one.

The sketches, the translations, the maps stapled in, the snippets of Sam’s handwriting in the margins. The theories all three of you scrawled at 2AM under torchlight on your last night in Jordan. Every dead lead, every almost-clue - weeks of work splayed in the dirt under his bloodied fingers. You sob, another trembling ‘no’ spurting from your spit-slicked lips.

You’re still trying to suck in a full breath, your lungs fluttering shallowly.

“Boss’s gonna love this.”

You don’t know who Boss is.

You don’t want to know.

The second man drops to a crouch in front of you. His face hovers too close. You can smell sweat and something sweet, chemical, underneath it. A quick nudge at your arm and you’re flat on your back.

You can’t focus on his features.

Black spots pop behind your eyes, swimming in and out of the moonlight. You try to move. You can’t. You squeeze your eyes shut, breathing ragged, fists curled tight at your temples as the pain pulses and pulses and pulses.

A copper taste creeps up your throat.

The second man crouches in front of you, and you realise, through the fog, that his expression is enjoying this.

He reaches into his pocket.

“Took this from your buddy over there,” he says casually.

You force your eyes open, just barely.

Something small gleams between his fingers. At first you think it’s a coin. But no - it’s round, and filigree. He twists it, lets it dangle in just above your eyes. Gold. A locket?

The moment you register what it is, a shrill, unnatural sound builds behind your ears. You let out a strangled, involuntary whimper. The air tightens. Your muscles lock.

Tremors begin in your fingertips. Then your legs. Your whole body starts to shake, teeth chattering. You can’t stop it. You don’t understand it. It’s worse than Jordan - worse than the crypt, reading William’s name in the ledger, when Scott told you about Emaan’s lover - and their potential child.

"Just…wondering if you've got anything similar to hand, princess."

You try to answer. To move. To scream. Plea. Shake your head. You can’t do anything. Until, you splutter.

The man leans in, watching with a curious tilt of his head and a smirk. Like a boy prodding at roadkill.

Intrigued.

“Huh.” he hums softly, as if he’s watching you have a reaction to a cheap magic trick.

The copper taste hits tenfold.

Then the warmth.

You're shaking uncontrollably now, whole-body tremors. Your vision pulses in and out. Heat dribbles across your face, something wet dripping down to your chin-

Your vision collapses into stars. Everything becomes blotchy. You spit and grit your teeth, eyes rolling back in an attempt to offset the pain.

Blood pours down your lips, choking you. You gag, spluttering as it slicks your skin, drips down your throat, drowns you.

You meet the man’s eyes - just for a second. He smiles, eyes widening with excitement. Like he’s been expecting this to happen.

"Shit! He was right." He says, excitedly up towards the other man.

Before you can question who, what, or why, everything goes black.

[punksocks]

Astrology Observations No.23

*just based on my experiences only take what resonates

Quite a few people with Chiron in Gemini are singers, talented ones too

We always talk about intuition of Pisces and Scorpio but Cancer placements are also crazy intuitive. I feel like you really can’t fool someone about how you’re feeling with Cancer in the big 6.

Air moons tend to catch feelings when someone is unavailable; earth moons tend to catch feelings when someone is more stable/ambitious than them; fire moons tend to catch feelings when someone is passionate and courageous; water moons tend to catch feelings when someone has sort of dreamy/otherworldly energy to them (that unspoken spark really gets to water moons)

If you wanna seduce Venus in 9th, travel with them or teach them something new

if you want to win over someone with Venus in 2nd/Taurus you should get them gifts (can apply to earth moons too imo- as long as the gift is useful or high end for them)

Quietly I think Capricorn in the big 6 can make you just as domestic as cancer in the big 6, but a Capricorn is usually going to talk about/pay attention their public image more

Someone said the only thing they can’t deal with is someone throwing it back in your face when you try to help them/give them advice (like the other person saying you don’t care or that you’re just in it for yourself) and yeah that’s Virgo mars

Moon square/opposition to the ascendant could have people assume you’re putting on a personality/faking something

Saturn in Pisces is another placement to make sure you watch your mental health, all of Saturn’s consequences come at your subconscious

Do water risings seem to have a theme of like not trying to let their perspectives be colored by some sort of sadness ? (Cancer Asc - nostalgia /which isn’t always sad but if you hear cancer placements talk about it then they often filter their own nostalgia through a certain sadness; Scorpio Asc - traumatic experiences that shaped their perspective; Pisces Asc - a feeling of like ennui, a certain kind of listlessness)

Neptune in the houses can show frequent locations if your dreams (3rd house- school, childhood neighborhoods; 4th house- childhood home, places you’d visit a lot with your family; 6th house the workplace; 9th house places you’ve traveled to or want to go to, etc)

Something we don’t talk about with Chiron in 1st is that it’s an energy amplifier imo. So when you’re healed you give off healing energy, but when you’re unhealed or even toxic you subconsciously spread that energy around (or maybe consciously, a lot of people I’ve known that belittle and nitpick others from a place of insecurity have Chiron in 1st)

If mars aspects your 4th house you may have grown up fighting and arguing a lot, especially with your family but in your childhood environment in general

Taurus placements will have their whole day impacted by a disappointing meal (especially moons- also mars imo)

Aries placements have trouble maturing sometimes bc their sign is then youngest of the zodiac (Pisces is the old man but this can make them unclear and disconnected too)

Aquarius in the big 3 (especially Aquarius moon) tend to be really good at playing detached and calculating (in real life too lol but I’m thinking of Rosamund Pike and how well she sold her cool girl speech from gone girl - she’s a double Aquarius) (also in real life people aren’t always so predictable/controllable so this calculating behavior can go sideways sometimes)

I love how the Pluto in Scorpio generation is making all of this mainstream art about transformation and healing generational trauma (everything everywhere all at once is what I was watching when I thought of this)

Also I’m still working on how to utilize degree theory best but Daniel kwan (one of the everything everywhere all at once directors) has Scorpio moon at a cancer degree (19) and his most acclaimed movie so far is about depression, trauma, and generational curses (I love everything everywhere all at once pls watch it, I cried 3 times when I watched it and I’m a Capricorn moon so you know that means a lot lol)