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nottsangel · 17 days ago

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blood moon — t.n. & m.r. part 2

pairing: dark!theo nott x reader x dark!mattheo riddle.

warnings: smut 18+, dubcon, violence, blood/bloodplay, knifeplay (carving into skin, cutting off clothes), threesome, painal, double penetration (vaginal and anal sex), stockholm syndrome, cigarette play and branding, mask kink, hair pulling, face slapping, degradation, spanking, threats of murder, creampie. do NOT read if any of these topics are triggering for you.

word count: 4.5k. THIS IS A REUPLOAD

summary: purge night— a night you’ve feared all year despite coming from a rich and powerful family. but when six masked men show up at your door, are you really as safe as you thought?

PART 1. the purge au… moodboard . more

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Even muffled by the mask, you instantly recognised the voice. Mattheo. The same Mattheo you’d heard downstairs earlier— the same Mattheo you did not want to find you. Not after the way he’d been yelling that you were going to die.

“You fucking pervert.” He chuckled, striding into the room with an air of confidence and carelessness. He swung the baseball bat over his shoulder, dark red blood splattering across your once-pristine white walls. His gaze flickered between you, still on your knees, and Theo— who stood frozen, his cock still out.

“You’re in so much fucking trouble, you know that?” Mattheo drawled, amusement dripping from his tone. He was already fantasizing about telling Tom exactly what was playing out before him, you could tell. And so could Theo, his eyes narrowing behind the mask.

“You better shut the fuck up before I slit your throat right here and now.” Theo’s voice was threatening and fierce, the tight grip on the knife turning his knuckles white as he glared at his friend.

“Relax, tough guy.” Mattheo’s brown eyes flickered towards you, darkening with something unreadable— something that made your stomach churn. “You want me to keep my mouth shut?” A pause. His tongue swiped across his lips.

“Then let me join. We’ll use this slut before we gut her like a fucking fish.” Theo scoffed, shaking his masked head in disbelief while Mattheo leaned lazily against the wall, his bat resting beside him, arms crossed as he waited for an answer.

For a quick second, your eyes were drawn to Mattheo’s arms which were covered in platters of blood, flexing slightly as he folded them, revealing his toned muscles. But your gaze was instantly captivated by his eyes— so soft-looking, such a gentle shade of brown, yet something maniacal lurked within them, making you deeply uneasy.

Between the two of them, Mattheo was clearly the deranged one out of the two, while Theo seemed more composed, more calculated. And with that knowledge, you stayed perfectly still, not daring to move an inch, not wanting to attract any unnecessary attention as you listened to them bicker. It was almost as if they’d forgotten you were even there.

“Let you… join? Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Theo muttered irritably, taking a moment to think before stepping closer to Mattheo, knife pointed right at his throat. “Fine. But let me make one thing fucking clear. We’re letting her live. Capito?”

Mattheo groaned dramatically. “Oh, Jesus Christ. Theodore Nott found the love of his life on purge night, ladies and gentlemen!” He gestured wildly, as if speaking to an invisible audience.

Theo’s jaw clenched. “You fucking idiot. Now she knows my full name.” His voice was dangerously low, his face mere inches from Mattheo’s. Their dynamic was strange— one you couldn’t quite place. They seemed like close friends, yet also like they could kill each other at any moment.

Mattheo rolled his eyes. “Oh, please— Here! I’ll take off my mask.” Before Theo could stop him, Mattheo reached up and pulled it off in one swift motion.

Oh.

He was unexpectedly handsome— his dark locks were tousled from the mask, his stunning features complementing the deep brown eyes that had already been exposed to you earlier.

“My name is Mattheo Riddle, I went to Cresthaven high school… what else, uhhh… Oh! I had a really cute cat named Whiskers, which disappeared one day—“”

“Idiota del cazzo, shut the fuck up!” Theo snapped, his voice laced with exasperation. You could see the sheer panic in his blue eyes, but Mattheo— he relished riling Theo up like this, his pretty eyes glinting with amusement as he glared at him.

“You’re such a pussy, man. Calm down”

“Yeah… that’s what I said.” You softly murmured under your breath from across the room, still on your knees— but they didn’t even acknowledge you. Theo’s fiery gaze was locked onto Mattheo, while Mattheo’s mischievous one was equally fixated on Theo’s.

This was your chance. Now or never.

Carefully, you shifted onto all fours, keeping your gaze trained on the two bickering men as you slowly crawled towards the open door, inch by inch. It was risky—you were on the far side of the room next to the bed, meaning you had to slip past them—but it wasn’t impossible.

“Can you put away your, you know, weapon? Feels threatening.” Mattheo then said, causing Theo to narrow his eyes in pure confusion. Your heart pounded as you hyper-focused on every tiny movement, making sure they didn’t notice you. You could practically taste freedom.

“Che cosa? I’m not even holding a—” He began, his eyes shifting to the bloody knife laying on the carpet, staining the white fabric red, before his gaze flicked downward— landing on his half-hard erection. “Oh.” He scoffed in disbelief.

“Yeah, well, can you like, I don't know, point it the other way?”

“You’re a fucking dramaqueen.”

“Listen, I’d rather take a bullet right now than be covered in your cum!”

“You think I’m gonna cum while looking at that ugly face of yours? Please. You’ve got nothing to worry about ‘cause you’re making it soft already."

“That’s only because—”

Perfect. Fucking perfect.

They were so wrapped up in their argument, it gave you the perfect opportunity to sneak away. And fuck—you were so close. You could nearly hear the bloodcurdling, agonised screams echoing from outside the still-open front door. You could almost smell the fresh blood of the poor souls being slaughtered in the streets. That’s how close you—

“Oh, would you look at that? Your pet is running away.” Mattheo’s dry tone sent a chill down your spine, the euphoria you’d felt mere seconds ago instantly shattering.

Theo hastily pulled on his boxers before storming towards you and yanking your head by gripping a fistful of your hair, causing you to let out a sharp scream. You could feel the warm trickle of blood running down your skin again, as he carelessly reopened the wound on your neck.

“Did I say you could leave? Huh? Quit being a fucking brat if you want to stay alive.”

“You’re too fucking nice to her, you pussy.” Mattheo growled from across the room before approaching you as well. You swallowed hard, unsure what he meant by it before he quickly picked you from the floor by effortlessly swinging your body over his broad shoulder. He walked towards the bed and aggressively threw you on it, your body bouncing from the impact.

Mattheo’s hand inched closer to you before his firm palm harshly met the skin of your soft cheek, making your face whip to the side. Tears pricked your waterline from the dazzling stinging sensation, and you were dumbfounded— not necessarily by Mattheo slapping your face, but by how much it turned you on.

“That will shut her up.” Mattheo murmured, his self-satisfied grin evident. Theo’s jaw clenched as he glared at him, disapproval written all over his face before he glanced back at you, his eyes softening slightly through the mask.

It was an intimidating sight— both men staring down at you, their towering, intimidating frames looming over you, with darkened, piercing eyes fully fixated on you and you only. Your panties were soaked by now, but still, you desperately tried to hide it.

Mattheo noticed the way your stare lingered a little longer on Theo— specifically on his face... or rather, his mask. Making you gasp at the sudden movement, Mattheo reached for his own mask, which he had tossed aside earlier, and swiftly placed it back over his head again as he marched towards you. He bent down, tilting his masked head slightly as you could hear the slow, muffled breaths against the material, adding to the chilling scene.

“Does Miss have a little mask kink?” he growled, his voice low and taunting. You gulped, but kept a poker face, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction, though your cheeks heated at his words. He was right, after all.

You narrowed your eyes at him, the fire in your gaze surprising him for a moment. It was a stark contrast to the fearful expression he was used to seeing in his countless victims. But he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

“You’re a little slow sometimes, aren’t you?” you taunted, daring to raise an eyebrow. But even as the words left your lips, a tiny bit of fear still bubbled up inside you. The mischievous grin on Mattheo’s face only grew wider, his piercing eyes staring down at your swollen lips.

It was difficult for Mattheo to pinpoint exactly what it was, but there was something about you that pulled him in. Something that intrigued him. Something that made him want to keep you forever.

“You’re something else, you know that?” Mattheo said in a hushed tone, his voice muffled by the mask, an alluring gaze in his eyes. He swiftly seized the blood-soaked knife from the floor and inched it closer to your stomach, exposed by your lifted shirt, causing you to inhale sharply, your eyes flickering with fear.

You expected to feel the sharp blade dig into your flesh again, but instead, he swiftly slid the weapon under your tight clothes and cut them open in one quick movement. You yelped at the sudden motion, your shirt ripping open, exposing your red lace bra.

“Jesus, calm down. I’m not even hurting you.” Hearing the derision in his voice, you realized you were holding your breath. You let out a shaky exhale of relief— until you heard his chilling voice again, “Yet.”

Theo still loomed over you in front of the bed, his sharp eyes closely observing the scene. He seemed mesmerised, watching Mattheo cut off each article of clothing from your shivering body. You felt more and more exposed with each passing moment as goosebumps covered your bare figure, now only clothed in your underwear and bra.

Theo drew closer, the sound of his heavy footsteps and your pounding heart the only noise in the room, his tall figure casting a dark, intimidating shadow right over you. He took the knife from Mattheo, eager to finish the job, and slid the blade under your bra while leaning over you. You locked eyes with him, and he was so close that all you could see in front of you was the bloodstained, white mask and his captivating blue eyes.

A gasp slipped from your lips as he sliced your bra, his fierce gaze not leaving yours once. Strangely, you couldn’t break eye contact either, as though some invisible force was pulling you in, drowning you in the depth of his stunning ocean eyes.

After tossing your bra to the floor, he dragged the knife over your delicate skin, the blade leaving superficial marks in its wake, down to your dripping cunt. You cursed yourself for not pushing him away and seizing the knife, but you couldn’t— in fact, you were craving more. And he knew that. He didn’t need to hear the words when your sparkling eyes told him everything.

Growing impatient, he quickly snapped the straps of your lace thong, the sharp blade so dangerously close to your most intimate spot. Still, you only felt yourself grow more aroused because of it, and the shame and anger towards yourself gradually faded, as lust, yearning and desperation overtook all other senses.

For the first time, Theo slowly broke eye contact, his hungry eyes scanning every inch of your fully naked figure— every mole, every imperfection, every detail that made it yours. He couldn’t seem to look away, his pupils dilating and his pants growing tighter at the breathtaking sight. Slowly, he inched closer, and you could smell that delicious, musky cologne again, calming you down instantly.

“Like I said, such a pretty little thing.” he whispered, and you felt your cheeks heat up, your core throbbing with how badly you craved to feel something. “You’re all ours tonight. We’re gonna fucking ruin you.”

Before you could question his statement, he pulled you towards him by your hips and swiftly flipped you over, eliciting a shriek out of you as your body bounced on the mattress. He propped your hips up, leaving you ass up, face down in front of them. Embarrassment washed over you, being in such a vulnerable position in front of two men, and you could feel your arousal trickling down your thighs, only making you feel more humiliated.

“She’s dripping, mate. Fuckin’ pathetic.” Mattheo remarked, a condescending chuckle escaping his lips as Theo handed him the knife.

“‘Course she is. Have you seen the way she’s been looking at us?” Theo replied, watching Mattheo move closer to you. Your whole body tensed as you felt the blade running over your exposed skin once again. You didn’t need to see Mattheo to know he was smirking at the sight of you trembling in a mix of fear and arousal.

“Don’t got much to say now, huh?” He taunted, dragging the knife down your bare back to your ass, the cold metal and sharp edges making you shiver.

“Fuck you.” You spat back at him, but even as the words left your mouth, you felt yourself unable to fight back. You were terrified, yes— but that wasn’t why.

“There she is.” Mattheo said, his tone pleased, before harshly slapping your ass and leaving a stinging mark on your sensitive skin, making you jolt forward.

Immediately after, you felt the icy knife dig into your flesh, deeper and deeper, until your warm blood trickled from the open wounds, making you hiss at the sharp pain. Slowly, you felt the letters M and R being carved into your ass on one side before Mattheo handed the knife to Theo.

Theo did the same to the still unmarked skin, but this time you felt the letters T and N being cut deeply into your delicate flesh, making you grip the sheets from the sting. Mattheo leaned down and eagerly licked up your blood from the wound, and you inhaled a sharp breath at the feeling of his tongue lapping at the deep cuts.

Theo abruptly gripped a handful of your hair and yanked your head back, holding the blood-dripping knife close to your face. “Clean it up.” he instructed, and you complied, your tongue gliding carefully over the sharp metal as the bitter, metallic taste of your own fresh blood filled your senses.

“Atta girl.” he grunted in approval, as he dragged you off the bed and onto your feet by your hair, making you yelp at the pull. Theo now stood in front of you, and Mattheo behind, your lips set in a grim line at being so close to both men, feeling their burning gaze through the masks, on you and you only.

Theo lowered his boxers again, his cock still painfully hard, the tip pink and swollen, leaking with precum. His gaze lingered on you, devouring your form with hungry eyes, as his hand moved to your head, gently cupping your flushed face.

For the first time on purge night, something stirred inside him— a warmth, a tingle that gnawed at his chest. It was unfamiliar, unsettling. He had never felt anything like this before. In the past, the screams and pleas of his victims were nothing but background noise, just another part of the night. But with you... it was different. The faces of those he’d slaughtered had always blurred together, reduced to mere objects. But he saw you as a person, a human being— and it terrified him.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” Theo groaned, his voice rough with desire as he abruptly gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you, your cunt hovering over his leaking erection. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his muscular torso, and he effortlessly held you up, his biceps flexing, his fingers digging into your flesh.

That feeling— it was back again. That disgusting, hollow sensation. You thought you had pushed it away, but how could you, when you’re about to have sex with a fucking murderer? Theo noticed the slight tension in your body, your brow furrowing as you nibbled on your bottom lip.

“I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

Your pulse raced, the blood-curdling screams outside the house, combined with being sandwiched between two masked killers, making you feel… unsettled. Yet Theo’s deep voice, laced with his thick Italian accent, was enough to pull you in, distracting you from the terror.

You wiggled your hips, your pussy aching with need, craving him. The head of his cock nudged against your wet entrance, making your body shudder in anticipation.

“Tsk, so impatient,” he taunted, his voice laced with amusement, but there was an edge to it. Before you could reply, he pushed you down fully onto him, filling you completely, stretching you in a way that made you hiss. His breath was uneven in your ear as he murmured, “You feel so good, bella. So damn tight.”

Behind you, you heard Mattheo free his erection from his pants, the tip brushing against you. “Not even waiting for me, huh? I see how it is.”

The sudden pressure of Mattheo’s cock pushing into your ass made you gasp, your sharp nails digging into Theo’s arms as the sharp, stinging pain hit you. Tears welled up in your eyes as Mattheo, unrelenting, spread your cheeks and pushed in deeper.

He didn’t give a fuck that he was hurting you— in fact, it turned his sick brain on even more. He was only after his own pleasure, using you like a toy to get what he wanted.

“It— It hurts!” you cried out, the sensation of being filled by both men stretching you beyond what you could handle, making you bite down hard on your lip until you drew blood from the thin skin, but it also fueled an unfamiliar hunger within you. You wanted to fight, to push Mattheo away, to scream for him to stop— but the combination of the sharp pain and the overwhelming pleasure made it almost impossible to resist. It was intoxicating.

“Shut up and fuckin’ take it,” Mattheo growled, thrusting in with brutal force. “This night could’ve been a lot worse.”

Through your blurred vision, you locked eyes with Theo, and for some reason, that gave you a sense of grounding. You had met Theo right before Mattheo barged in, but with Mattheo there, Theo felt like your safe space, as if you had known him for years.

“Fuuuck, you feel— god, you feel so good, baby.” Mattheo muttered, setting a brutal rhythm. You squeezed him so tightly, he couldn’t hold back. Even though it hurt, the mixture of pain and pleasure made you even more wet, arousal leaking all over Theo’s cock.

But then, a sharp chill ran through you as you felt the cold blade pressed against your throat.

“One wrong move, and it’s over.” Mattheo grunted into your ear, once again relishing the fear it stirred in you, pushing him closer to the edge. His cock pushed deeper in and out of you, rubbing against Theo’s, separated only by the thin wall of your flesh.

Theo kept a close watch on your facial expressions and body language, alert and ready to intervene if Mattheo went too far. He didn’t know why he felt protective over you, but he did, and he felt himself relax as more pleasure than pain radiated from you.

Theo began thrusting into you as well, his pace significantly slower than Mattheo’s, who was nearing his release. Mattheo’s hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly as his thrusts became rougher, bruising you with every movement. You felt so tight around him, the knife at your throat unsteadily shaking as his thrusts grew sloppier, making your whole body freeze at the danger.

Luckily for you, Mattheo came deep inside you a few thrusts later, strings of curses falling from his lips. Theo had expected him to come fast. He’d been waiting for it, craving to feel you on his own. All to himself.

“Just what I needed… Fuck.” Mattheo groaned breathlessly as he abruptly pulled out, the sudden emptiness feeling strange for a moment, but you quickly felt his warm cum drip out of you, dripping down all over Theo’s cock. Behind you, you heard the mask drop to the floor, followed by the familiar click of a lighter, cigarette smoke quickly filling the air.

“You’re mine now,” Theo whispered into your ear, his voice low and possessive, drawing your attention back to him. With his arms still holding you up, he effortlessly walked you both over to the bed, sitting on the edge with you on top of him.

“Come on, pretty girl. Make me feel good,” he ordered lazily, settling back on his elbows, his eyes hungrily raking over your naked body, from your perfect tits to the way your cunt still tightly gripped his hard cock.

You felt hesitant at first, self-conscious under the weight of their eyes, waiting for you to fuck yourself on Theo’s cock. But then, a flicker of something other than lust caught your attention in Theo’s eyes— desperation. He wanted this badly, more than anything, and it made you feel powerful in the situation.

“How about you beg for it first?” You blurted out, immediately gulping hard, not knowing if you killed yourself just now by saying those words. Theo cocked his head to the side, the silence only making you more nervous.

“Such a dumb girl, isn’t she? She’s lucky she’s this pretty.” Mattheo remarked, the sound of him exhaling cigarette smoke carrying his amusement with it. But Theo ignored him, all his focus on you, your unexpected request clearly intriguing him.

“Please.” He murmured with a smirk. His rough hands gripped your ass, the sharp sting of the fresh wounds on your skin being stretched overshadowed by the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you. The word felt foreign coming from him— usually, it would be said to him, not the other way around.

Mattheo’s eyes widened, watching the scene unfold. “What the— you know what? Not my problem.” He shook his head, taking another drag from his cigarette and observing the two of you with a mix of curiosity and disinterest.

Slowly, you began to move up and down on Theo, your hands resting on his chest as his cock slid in and out of you, massaging your walls so perfectly. Low groans escaped his lips as he watched you, his eyes filled with lust, one hand roughly guiding your hips.

Mattheo handed him the cigarette, and Theo took a slow drag, his eyes darting all over your body, unsure where to look. With one hand still gripping your flesh, he exhaled, blowing the smoke right into your face. He smirked at the way you coughed against the thick cloud, his eyes squinting in amusement.

You were too focused on the way Theo’s erection stretched you open to care about anything else, your head thrown back as you rode him, chasing your own orgasm. Theo was holding back his moans, not wanting to reveal how much he was enjoying it, but your pussy felt like heaven to him. This might even be better than killing on purge night, he thought to himself.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna cum all over my dick?” Theo groaned, handing the cigarette back to Mattheo. Both of his hands now gripped your hips harshly, guiding you up and down on his cock. You felt disgusting—covered in blood, bruises, cuts, Mattheo’s cum, and your own arousal—but still, this night could’ve ended a lot worse.

“Mhm... mhm,” you softly murmured, nodding and unable to speak, your movements increasing as you neared your climax.

You felt Mattheo creep behind you, the scent of cigarette smoke filling your nostrils once more. “You better cum for us, princess. Or we might have to kill you after all,” He threatened, his hand brushing your tousled hair from your face as he mischievously gazed down at you.

Theo hit all the right spots, the pleasure becoming overwhelming as he thrust upward, the head of his cock brushing against your most sensitive parts. Just as you were about to cum, a sudden intense burn spread across your thigh, followed by a sizzling sound. Your head jerked to the side as you watched Mattheo press the end of his cigarette into your skin, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Look at you, all fucked out for us.” He chuckled, and at that moment, your orgasm uncontrollably rushed through you, clenching around Theo’s cock as he groaned deeply at the sensation.

Your knees buckled, your head thrown back, and the unbearable pain from the burn only heightened your pleasure. Your lips parted in ecstasy as you came, and quickly after, you felt a pool of warmth spread within you as Theo’s grip tightened on your hips, his own deep groans muffled by his white mask.

“So fuckin’ perfect…” were the only words Theo could manage, his breath shallow as he leaned back on the bed, eyes shut in the afterglow. It had been by far the best orgasm he’d experienced, and he refused to pull out, unwilling to miss the comforting warmth of your pussy around his cock.

The morning sun slowly rose, marking the end of Purge Night, and Theo reluctantly pulled out, watching as you collapsed against him— exhausted and ruined.

Mattheo smirked, amused by the sight, flicking the last embers of his cigarette onto the floor as the same ominous sirens blared violently through the walls, echoing over the blood-covered streets. “Yep, that’s our sign to leave.”

“You hear that? Purge Night is over,” Theo murmured, stroking your bruised skin possessively. “But that doesn’t mean we’re done with you.” Your eyes widened, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement surge through you. You weren’t ready to let go just yet.

Mattheo chuckled darkly, “You think you can go back to your old life after this? You’re ours now.” As the sirens signaled the end of the chaos outside, the two exchanged a look— one that promised you were theirs, whether you liked it or not. Little did they know, that’s all you wanted.

“We know where to find you now, piccola,” Theo said, his voice low and intense. “Any second of any day, we could climb through these windows… or break in through the back door. Who knows?”

With those final words, they walked out, leaving you naked, wounded, and stuffed with their cum, feeling the emptiness slowly creep up on you. Your eyes drifted to the two blood-soaked masks they left on your bedroom floor— souvenirs to remember them by, reminders of their power over you.

Purge Night was just the beginning.

reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ♡

a/n: i understand that people might ask for a next part, but for now, i am not planning to write more full lengths fics for this. however, i will continue writing drabbles and creating more content in this au with the any of the slytherin boys! more.

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dclovesdanny · 3 months ago

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Time loop x Dead Serious

Damian had been in a time loop for 99 days.

It had taken 40 loops for him to realize Phantom, the newest member of the Justice League, was looping as well. When he finally managed to corner him, Phantom was as confused as he was. Apparently, Phantom’s mentor, who was the embodiment of time, was unable to be contacted.

Damian found out about Phantom’s civilian identity in loop 45 after he joined Phantom on a patrol.

Loop 56 was when they started getting closer than just allies. That was the loop where they saw someone die for the first time.

(Damian was too distracted. He didn’t realize Timothy was behind him. He had forgotten about the goons behind him. He didn’t see the bullet coming.)

(He couldn’t meet Timothy’s eyes when he was at breakfast that morning.)

It was loop 85 when they finally found out that someone had apparently found clockwork summoning circle. It took 3 more days for them to locate the cult and discover the cult was working with the League of Assassins.

(Damian could feel the eyes of his family, but he wasn’t willing to pretend he was the same. He had seen each of them die on patrol and knew each of their deaths was due to his actions. He refused to act the same.)

They spent two loops doing reconnaissance, and eight days of planning.

(Damian and Daniel-Danny, he had asked to be called Danny, were becoming codependent. Damian knew the signs of it. Danny had even brought it up. Still, they both had seen their friends and family die and wake up in the morning without any recollection. They were the only other people who understood what they had seen, the changes that happened in their minds.)

Loop day 99 was their “purge day”as Danny called it. Danny had taken him for a day of freedom before the fight, somehow, knowing that Damian couldn’t bear to look at his family right now.(He knew Danny felt the same. Danny had been the one who called him in a haze on loop 62 when his parents discovered who he was and tried to kill him. Danny had apparently had that happen once before during this loop, and it happened one other time after Danny and Damien became allies. Both times ended with the two of them silently cuddling through the night.)

The fight had been remarkably easy. Undoing the summoning circle was… more complicated.

Clockwork looked genuinely sorry. He apologized to them, and gave them both necklaces of time medallions, so that things like this or like speedsters would leave them unchanged.(Danny laughed a little after that, though it seemed partially hysterical.)

Danny spent that night in Damian’s arms in silence. Damien couldn’t fathom letting him go.

(the loop was ending, but what did that mean for them? They couldn’t pretend to be strangers again tomorrow. Were they supposed to be back to normal? how could Damien scoff and call Timothy by his last name when he had seen Timothy die for him? How could Danny act as if he trusted his parents when he had seen them find out he was a ghost and try to murder him? How were they supposed to move on?)

As Damien awoke to the sound of his door being opened, his arms still wrapped around Danny’s sleeping figure, he slowly realized that he had gotten into the habit of not setting his alarm anymore.

#this turned into angst #time loop #dead serious #i’m sorry this prompt is so angsty #angst #Dead serious is codependent now #Damian is dealing with emotions #the batfamily is confused #and concerned #dcxdp

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 1 year ago

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It's such a simple, silent scene in the very beginning of the game, and it managed to make me so emotional and upset in a matter of seconds. Because seconds was all they needed.

The Jedi Temple, wrapped in the red banners and the insignia of the Empire and cog... The perversion of such a holy place to Force-wielders during the time of the Great Jedi Purge...

This was the first time Cal sees the Temple in years since the start of the Purge, since Order 66, and it no longer looks like home to him. The stonework is the same. The temple grounds probably look the same from the sky lanes, and maybe minimal change has been made to them. But the banners... the wings of the Order are not-so-gently replaced.

And who knows exactly what has been done to the interior of the Temple in the time it was restored after Operation Knightfall. What replacements were made when everything was gutted, leaving only the outer walls as they were; a husk of what the Temple once was.

What became of the Room of a Thousand Fountains? What took the place of the vast libraries and archives? The meditation chambers? The rooms where the initiates were once cared for before their time as padawans began?

How gleefully was that all destroyed, replaced, painted/sealed over or melted down and whatever else when Palpatine turned the Jedi Temple into the Imperial Palace?

Cal sees the Temple while flying over Coruscant, sees what it's been turned into, and immediately he must know he'll never be able to return to what had once been his home. It would never be the same even if he did drive the Empire from those hallowed halls. Every stone would echo with pain and anguish to him. It would reek of the extermination of his kind. To Cal, with his psychometry, the Temple likely becomes too great a wound in the Force for him to bare.

JEDI: SURVIVOR (2023)

#star wars #jedi survivor #cal kestis #cameron monaghan #jedi survivor spoilers #sorry for the long and speculative ramble; but it was too much for the tags #the phrase ''16 year-long genocide'' in reference to the Great Jedi Purge was surprising while doing research #I'd either forgotten the exact length of time of the GJP or I never realized it to begin with #oops! that's my queue

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there will be games! (final)

summary: Cassandra, a quiet and loyal wife to the much older Senator Tiberius, accidentally attracts the unsettling attention of Emperor Caracalla at a lavish feast hosted by Senator Thraex...

warnings: 18+ minors dni, this is dark, noncon

word count: ~4k

chapter I chapter II chapter III chapter IV chapter V

«No woman could feel safe if her beauty or name aroused the emperor's curiosity.»

-Suetonius, The Twelve Caesars (Caligula, Chapter 36)

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Claudia twirled before her, showing off, stretching out her slender wrists adorned with expensive bracelets.

"If I had known Livia would send us such gifts, I wouldn’t have cried so much when they took her from us," she spun once more and, laughing, sat beside Cassandra, wrapping her arms around her, pressing her forehead against her shoulder. "I know you’re sad… About Father, about me, and… about your husband. But please, you’re the last person I have left to talk to! Don’t be so grim! It’s been over a year—you don’t have to wear mourning anymore! You’re young, beautiful…"

"Enough," Cassandra cut her off, her voice tired, her thoughts even darker.

A year had passed. A year since she became a widow. A year since her life was shattered, destroyed. It was true—she no longer had to wear mourning for her husband, and she could even remarry, if not for the stigma of a traitor's widow, the stain of an adulteress, and if not for the scars left on her skin, pale and inescapable.

Claudia, one of her younger sisters, had never seen the marks. Cassandra hid them, too ashamed to speak of what had happened in the imperial palace. How shocked Claudia had been when she learned that Cassandra—the luckiest among them, married, happy—was returning home in disgrace, back under their father’s roof.

Tiberius’ family had not accepted her. And she herself had no desire to live in a home filled with hatred.

But the girl who returned was not the same quiet, dreamy Cassandra who had left. What came back was only a shadow, an empty shell—pale, hollow-eyed, covered in wounds and bruises, with her hair cut short. Her father had known what had happened but had been powerless to change anything. Then, three months later, he died. His old heart couldn’t take it. And Cassandra blamed herself for that, too.

Without a man in the house, she had been doomed. But Livia, the youngest of the three sisters, had spent the last seven years training in the Temple of Vesta, and with that came privileges—privileges that saved Cassandra and Claudia from a fate worse than death: being handed over to some stranger.

Normally, the fate of widows and orphans—those who had lost their fathers but had not yet married—was decided by the Senate, sometimes even by the Emperor himself. Just the thought of it sent phantom pain burning through the place where he had carved his name into her skin. Cassandra’s fingers twitched, running through her short hair, tucking the strands behind her ears. He had cut those, too, to make sure no one would dare look at her, as if that had ever been possible.

"I’m begging you!" Claudia knelt in front of her, gripping her hands tightly. "Just one evening! My wedding, Cassandra! Rome is not a trap!"

Cassandra exhaled, pained, unwilling to listen to her sister’s pleading. She should be happy for her, and yet all she felt was fear and unease. She had not set foot in Rome for a year. The quiet, forgotten province suited her. She no longer wanted to see the world—her past had killed all curiosity in her. Everything had been peaceful… until history started repeating itself.

After the conspiracy of General Acacius and several senators was uncovered, a great purge followed. The ranks of Rome’s elite were drastically thinned. The executions went on day after day, and the Praetorians crushed rebellion after rebellion. The discontent had been widespread—many had loved the general—but steel was the best argument an emperor could make. And when the executions spread beyond the nobility, the people fell silent.

That was when Appius entered their lives—or rather, Claudia’s life. A newly appointed senator, he had taken the seat of one of the traitors.

The first formal meeting had sealed everything. He was too young for the Senate, but he had been utterly captivated by Claudia’s charm, her brightness. Cassandra could only watch in horror as history repeated itself… though there was one difference. They loved each other.

"Livia already refused me! At least don’t refuse me, too!" Claudia’s tearful pleas continued. "It’ll just be his family!"

Cassandra couldn’t bear to see her like this. She agreed.

If just one of her sisters had been with her at the imperial court, maybe—just maybe—things would have been different. Wouldn’t they?

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Rome no longer seemed beautiful to her.

The further they traveled, the heavier the weight in her chest became. It was only when they passed the Colosseum that she could breathe a little easier.

But just as her anxiety began to subside, it flared up again. The villa of Appius’s family wasn’t just large and beautiful—it was enormous. Green branches, golden and red ribbons adorned the already magnificent residence, proudly declaring where the groom lived.

Claudia was quickly pulled from her arms by the firm hands of the wedding matrona, who was to prepare the bride. Cassandra simply followed the flock of women, obedient and silent. The wedding had not yet begun, but the villa was already filled with guests.

It reminded her of her first time stepping into Senator Thraex’s home. A shiver ran down her spine, and she pulled her dark brown cloak tighter around her, telling herself that everyone who had once known her was probably dead by now.

"Ah, Cassandra! What a surprise!"

Appius caught her in a warm embrace, as if he truly was delighted to see her.

As custom dictated, the groom wore only a simple white toga and a pair of bracelets. His sharp blue eyes swept over her, like a man surveying goods at a market.

For the first time in a long while, she was not wearing black—the color that marked her as a widow. She didn’t look so bad, she told herself, if not for the short hair, barely reaching her chin.

"Appius, what a wonderful reception! So many guests!" She lied, feigning admiration for the sheer number of extravagantly dressed people in the vast, opulent hall.

Claudia had assured her it would only be the groom’s family. But surely not all these people were his relatives.

"Oh, thank you!" His voice was just as honeyed, though his sharp gaze noted her unease. "The rest of the guests will arrive later, for the ceremony itself. After all, my position now requires a little less modesty than before, wouldn’t you say?" He bowed to her with mock politeness and disappeared into the crowd.

The guests didn’t interest her. Neither did the villa, nor the wine, nor the food.

Cassandra retreated to the farthest corner, doing everything she could to remain unseen.

As the halls grew more crowded, the chatter louder, and the evening sky darkened, Claudia finally appeared.

The ceremony began.

Cassandra stepped closer. She saw her smiling sister, her head covered with a delicate orange veil. The same vows, the same rings she herself had once exchanged with her husband. It felt like a lifetime ago, though not even two years had passed.

"It can’t be!" A woman’s hushed, excited whisper sounded close by.

"I told you! Appius didn’t become a senator just like that! And he’s been friends with the emperors for a long time," replied another muffled voice.

Cassandra froze. Her sister’s face blurred, and the ceremony’s noise faded away, leaving only the quiet murmuring of two women she didn’t know. The happiest moment she had experienced in years was once again overshadowed. And once again, he was the reason.

The ritual continued, the lovers exchanged their vows, but Cassandra was entranced by the conversation she should never have overheard.

"Friendship, ha!" A quiet, eloquent giggle made her twist her lips. Could it be that her sister’s husband… "But who would refuse the emperor?"

"You’re lying! That can’t be!"

"It’s the truth!" More quiet giggling. "I saw him once. Oh, it was a sight! He waved to us, and I swear, I was ready to leave my husband forever just for one night with him! That deep blue cloak embroidered in gold, the golden cuirass with the sun shining in the center—"

"Which emperor?"

"Caracalla. They say he’s cruel and insane, but we all know those vile tongues." The voices grew even quieter.

"I heard he’s ill…"

Cassandra stopped listening. She didn’t want to drown in memories any further.

For a brief moment, she felt free, light. Her sister, now a wife, embraced her, pressing warm kisses to her cheeks, flushed and happy. Even Appius hugged her—more modestly, of course—but Cassandra forced herself not to dwell on it or on the conversation she had overheard.

Her sister was happy. And so, for her sake, was Cassandra.

Then came laughter, music, and wine. As the bride’s sister, she couldn’t avoid attention for long. Guests pulled her into idle conversations, politely avoiding questions about her husband. A few young men even tried to steer the talk into something indecent, but she brushed them off.

"What’s the matter, my dear lady? Has your heart already been claimed by someone?" He was charming and young, but just the thought of closeness with a man filled her with dread.

But dread awaited her ahead. The evening picked up pace, more and more wine loosened tongues and hands, and she once again felt nervous.

Something was wrong.

She blushed from a sudden wave of emotion, then turned pale with fear, hearing a piercing animalistic screech, high and loud. The fear was sharp, painful, as though her past had caught up with her once again. Conversations swirled around her, but she only clutched the silver cup in her hand, desperately trying not to panic.

They were here.

The play of light and shadow, the darkness of evening, and the flickering torchlight deceived the guests, but she saw him. He was just as he appeared in her nightmares.

His delicate features, a high forehead framed by unruly red curls, and beneath pale brows, those mocking blue eyes gleamed.

Why was she looking at him? Why was she staring?

Yet she couldn’t stop, her gaze drifting lower—to those defined red lips, the soft curve of his chin and neck… He hadn’t changed a bit, except perhaps for the feverish flush that now colored his face even more vividly.

A shadow shifted, and torchlight illuminated his brother’s face—pale, tight-lipped, dark eyes sharp, and furrowed brows.

The emperors were sober. And completely joyless.

Though Caracalla smiled.

He always smiled. She remembered that well—smiled even in rage.

Appius quickly made his way to the noble guests, gracefully gesturing for everyone to continue the celebration, all while taking turns kissing the emperors’ hands.

Cassandra cast a desperate glance at her sister, seated among the women. But Claudia didn’t notice—too thrilled by the presence of Rome’s rulers.

Yet the air in the room had changed.

She saw the way the lutenist’s hands trembled, how he licked his suddenly dry lips, terrified of plucking the wrong string. Gossip or not, many still believed in the emperors’ cruelty. The proof hung in the streets—rebels crucified and tortured, all those who dared rise against the Caesars.

Voices lowered. Laughter grew restrained.

After all, everyone only had one head.

"Hail the Caesars!" the crowd roared, and finally, smiles spread across the emperors’ faces.

Slaves swiftly cleared space in the grand hall. The young rulers took the place meant for the newlyweds, but it seemed no one dared object.

Appius, forgetting his young wife entirely, hovered around the emperors like a fawning servant, laughing and pouring wine into their goblets as if he himself were a slave.

Like in a dream, Cassandra watched them from the shadows, catching every gesture, every lazy movement of their hands. Caracalla was bored, the tip of his tongue tracing his upper lip, still sober and thus irritable. Geta, with a forced smile, nodded at Appius, clearly sharing his brother’s mood.

Her heart pounded with fear and dread when the young senator waved Claudia over, clearly eager to present her to the emperors. Caracalla sat up straighter, tilting his head to appraise Appius’s young wife. Oh, Cassandra knew that look—evaluating, languid, always bored and never passing up a chance for amusement. Geta mirrored his brother, wiping his chin as he studied Claudia. There was no honor in their gazes, only cold, slippery intent, but her sister didn’t see it—just as Cassandra herself hadn’t seen it once upon a time.

Appius held Claudia by the fingertips, spinning her in a circle as she laughed, clearly more intent on showing off than entertaining his bride. Caracalla leaned forward with a smirk, his pale, delicate hand, adorned with gold and gems, reaching out toward her sister. Without thinking, Cassandra stepped forward in fear for Claudia.

"Claudia!" she called out before she even realized what she had done.

Her fragile shield of shadow fell away as she emerged into the light. Appius and Claudia stared at her, puzzled, but they weren’t the ones who mattered. Along with them, those feverish blue eyes fixed on her. Her legs weakened, her palms grew slick with sweat, but it was too late—she was caught again.

"Oh, Cassandra, come here!" her sister called. Appius clearly disapproved but couldn’t object.

On unsteady legs, she still managed to approach them, feeling the crowd's eyes on her. And their eyes. God, she hated them both with equal ferocity! The fact that Geta tormented her less didn’t lessen his guilt—after all, it was with his casual approval that Caracalla had started this whole twisted game.

Appius introduced her, and she bowed her head in feigned reverence. When she looked up, Geta’s unblinking gaze met hers—he recognized her, how could he not, after all he’d witnessed? Her scar throbbed painfully, and she averted her eyes, unable to withstand the oppressive blackness of his stare. But it was much harder to meet Caracalla’s gaze… though, to her surprise, he clearly didn’t remember her. Still, relief didn’t come. In his eyes, she saw curiosity, a spark, excitement! He feverishly licked his lips, his red mouth curling into a smile, his hand tightening around his cup. Gods, had they truly cursed her, binding him to her, sending him to torment her again and again? He didn’t even recognize her, and yet he was intrigued!

Then Emperor Geta leaned toward his brother, whispering something in his ear, and Cassandra realized she was doomed. Now, recognition appeared on Caracalla’s face, and he burst out laughing like a child, patting his brother on the shoulder as if he’d just made a brilliant joke.

"Little bird?" His voice was hoarse, deceptively soft, as if they were old friends.

Claudia looked at her, confused, but Cassandra couldn’t answer. Worse still, her sister was witnessing this entire humiliating spectacle.

"My emperor," she replied quietly.

"It really is you!" He scanned her from head to toe, his mouth slightly open, never ceasing to smile, his obsessive gaze drinking in her face.

"So, this is your sister?" She nodded. "And where’s your husband?"

Her breath caught, and Appius and Claudia froze beside her. Even Emperor Geta stared at his brother, one eyebrow raised in evident confusion. It took every ounce of her strength not to break down in tears right then and there. Instead, she exhaled shakily and answered, "Dead. You killed him, Caesar."

The delight on Caracalla’s face was a mockery. He didn’t touch her, but she felt as if he’d slapped her across the face.

"Did I? Really?" He leaned back, spreading his legs, clearly pleased with himself. "So, you’re a widow now? What wonderful news!"

Was he taunting her, or was he truly so sick? She couldn’t tell, but judging by Geta’s heavy gaze, he was concerned.

"Come here, little bird," he said, spreading his arms in a welcoming gesture, and she obeyed, stepping closer. "I’ve never had a widow before," he purred, trailing his hand along her thigh, still sitting, lazily, almost weightlessly, touching the thick fabric of her clothes with his fingertips. Yet, she felt the long-forgotten heat of his touch. He himself, like his hair—blood, fire.

Geta nodded to Appius, who took Claudia’s hand and led her away. Cassandra wanted to protest, to reach for her sister, to beg for rescue, but instead, she caught only a worried, strangely hurt look from Claudia—a look that cut her heart deeper than all the emperor’s cruelties.

"You vanished, my dear," Caesar said, yanking her hand down and forcing her to sit beside him, at his feet, like some nameless slave. Long-forgotten humiliation flushed her neck and cheeks red, especially as the guests still stole glances their way. "I missed you so much," he whispered in a singsong tone, his ring-laden fingers burying themselves in her short hair, stroking it. "I liked your hair," he said, his hot hand sliding lower, down her neck, then beneath the fabric, nearly brushing her chest. But it wasn’t lust that drove the young emperor—Cassandra felt his tender fingers trace the pale outline of her scar, following the path of the blade that had left it there.

"Brother, not here," Geta warned, clearly uneasy. "Have you forgotten the uprisings the Praetorians worked so hard to crush? Leave her be—you’ve already taken enough from her, so…"

"And I’ll take her again!" A grimace of rage twisted Caracalla’s powdered, delicate face. He released her, nervously twisting the rings on his fingers. "Don’t lecture me—you, of all people, should know that, brother."

"I’m just asking you not to do this in public!" Geta relented. "This is a wedding…"

"If I want, our dear Appius will take her place with a snap of my fingers," Caracalla hissed, clearly displeased by his brother’s words. "Or, if I desire, his little wife will do."

She looked up at him in horror, silently begging him not to.

Geta merely clicked his tongue and turned away, taking a sip from his goblet. Caracalla, however, shifted from rage to tenderness, gazing down at her once more, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone, her lips.

"Missed me?" A soft, playful slap to her cheek made her close her eyes. "I know you did, little bird. I imagine you often thought about our little meetings." He paused, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "To be honest, I don’t remember our sweet little dates all that well, but no one can stop us from repeating them, hmm?"

Angry tears welled in her eyes, but they didn’t fall—she kept fighting to hold herself together. Her husband was dead, her father was dead, and her sisters… her sisters were relatively safe.

"You can’t treat me like this," she said, hardly believing the words had left her mouth.

Caracalla laughed, his laughter echoing through the hall, but the nervous twitch of his mouth betrayed that he was far from amused.

"Can’t I?" he taunted, his fingers digging into her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You’re a widow and an orphan! Who but the father of Rome would open his arms to you and offer you shelter?" But his touch brought only pain, and the look in his darkened eyes promised suffering.

Then his grip softened, his hand stroking her cheek tenderly, as if he truly meant to comfort her. But instead, Caracalla leaned in, his hot breath laced with the sweet scent of oils and powder, and whispered heatedly in her ear, "Now I am your husband, your brother, your father, understand? You are mine." His lips nearly brushed her temple. "Now you are my property, and I will do with you as I please, my dear."

A single tear rolled down her cheek, and Caracalla, sealing his words, kissed her forehead in a fatherly gesture before pulling back.

The music played on, life buzzed outside, but for her, everything had stopped right there. Caracalla, pleased with the impression he’d made, like a street magician, opened a particularly large ring on his index finger.

Through a veil of tears, Cassandra saw the Emperor bring the ring to his nose, inhaling the powder that filled the hollow space of the ornament.

"What do you like most about me?" he asked, still mocking. Geta grimaced, clearly starting to get irritated.

She wanted to say she hated him, that she wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face, but the fear for her sister’s fate was overwhelming, so she bowed her head and whispered quietly, "Generosity, my Caesar."

"Great answer!" He snapped his fingers and turned to his brother. "Hear that? I’m generous!"

"Of course she’ll say whatever you want," Geta’s displeasure was plain to see. The way the young emperor curled his lips, furrowed his brow, and tapped his fingers—all of it spoke of a foul mood.

Could Caracalla’s behavior truly anger him so much? The brothers quarreled often, but they always seemed a united front—so what had changed? Why was Geta looking at his brother with such tight-lipped disdain? Then his gaze shifted to her, and Cassandra understood. He hated her. The mere fact that she had reappeared in their lives and captured Caracalla’s attention infuriated him.

"And since I am generous," Caracalla continued grandly, ignoring his brother’s words, "I will be generous to you." The emperor extended his hand to her, as if for a kiss, but the ring was still open, and she understood exactly what he wanted her to do.

Cassandra pressed her lips shut, turning her head away, and the smile vanished from Caracalla’s face. Emperor Geta, on the other hand, leaned over his brother’s palm, inhaled the powder, and quickly wiped his nose. Now two pairs of eyes bored into her, waiting for her to submit.

"Who are you hurting more?" Geta said, licking his lips and leaning back, far more relaxed than he had been a moment ago. "You’ve been told countless times, but you’re still stubborn as a mule—or are you just an idiot? A brainless, obstinate wench whom, by some twist of fate, my brother lusts after? Huh?"

Caracalla hated disobedience and had no patience for coaxing, so he seized her jaw, pressing painfully until she opened her mouth and looked up at him. His eyes had darkened, and in the halo of red paint and the dim torchlight, they looked utterly mad.

He released her face for a moment, but only to scoop a handful of powder from the ring and shove it into her mouth. Cassandra couldn’t withstand the force and obediently opened her mouth, fearing he’d dislocate her jaw.

Suppressing the urge to bite him, she waited for the humiliation to end, but Caracalla’s breathing grew heavier, and he continued to force her to lick the bitter powder from his delicate fingers. In the end, he always got his way, no matter how much she resisted.

Finally, he stopped tormenting her mouth, wiping his wet fingers on her cheek and leaning back, satisfied, glancing at his brother with a wide grin that revealed a golden tooth.

She turned away again, hoping no one had seen. Fortunately, her sister was speaking with her husband, but there was one witness to her shame. The young man who had flirted with her earlier was staring right at them, and the confusion and disgust on his face were yet another invisible slap.

Caracalla sees him too, and it excites him, turns him on. She feels her head start to spin, her eyelids grow heavy, as the emperor presses her head against his leg, as if she’s one of his many slaves, showing everyone who she belongs to now.

"Who’s that, little bird?" His tone promised nothing good.

"I don’t know him, Caesar," she replied, her voice trembling, clenching her fists tightly, trying to think clearly.

"Lie to me, and I won’t be kind," he said, his fingers in her hair tightening, pulling, causing pain.

"It’s the truth! We spoke today, nothing more, he’s just…"

"Do you want him? Shall I bring you his head? It’d make a fine wedding gift, don’t you think?"

She couldn’t think. Tears blurred her vision, and her thoughts tangled further. She saw Caracalla’s pupils dilate, his gaze growing heavy, languid, his breathing quickening—surely, she looked the same, drugged and dazed. A wedding gift? What was he talking about?

"Bedding ceremony!" Caracalla drawled in a sing-song voice, rising and immediately stumbling, grabbing his brother’s shoulder.

The guests looked at him in confusion, as did the newlyweds.

"But, Emperor, it’s still early…" one of the high-ranking guests began obsequiously.

Caracalla merely snorted and extended his hand to her. And then it hit her. This was their bedding ceremony. He was playing out his own perverse version of a wedding, twisting everything to suit his depraved whims. The sanctity, the sacred rite meant only for Claudia and Appius, was trampled underfoot, but no one dared object to the emperor. They all smiled saccharinely, unwilling to provoke his wrath.

Caracalla was too unsteady to lift her himself, so Geta hauled her to her feet with a sharp tug. The moment she was upright, Caracalla wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing his nose against her neck, grinning lazily in satisfaction, utterly dazed from intoxication.

"Don’t take too long," Geta muttered.

Caracalla only laughed.

The guests echoed him, their laughter swelling to fill the hall. Only Claudia remained silent, her face drained of all color, watching-unblinking—as her sister was dragged toward the room meant for the newlyweds.

"Save me. Save me!" The words pounded in her skull like a funeral bell.

But no one would save her. There wasn't a soul in Rome who would stand against the Emperor, who would shield her from the emperor's hungry gaze.

Nothing from her wedding to Tiberius was happening now. No ritual, no solemn rites—only crude, mocking songs. The men scattered, whistling and shouting obscenities, as if they had already forgotten that the woman being taken was the bride’s sister, handed over to the Emperor against her will.

The women were quieter, but even among them, some did not look at her with pity. Some watched with envy, some with scorn.

All of Rome would know. She had no doubt. If she had managed to keep what happened in the palace a secret from her sisters, there was no hiding this. The stain of shame had already settled over her like a black shadow—right before Claudia’s eyes.

The tears broke free. She couldn’t hold them back anymore.

Caracalla didn’t like that.

His grip on her waist tightened as he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. In that same soft, honeyed tone, he purred, "Smile, little bird. Or we won’t even need a separate room. I’ll take you right here, in front of everyone. Then, I’ll let them all have their turn—Appius included—while your dear sister watches."

He smiled as he said it.

She forced a smile, too, wiped her tears, and felt her legs trembling beneath her.

A moment later, the clamor faded, the door closed behind them, and they were alone.

Everything inside had been carefully arranged for the young husband and wife. But no one else would be entering this room tonight.

Tonight, it was her cage.

And in front of her, smiling softly, drunk and amused, stood her tormentor.

Her knees buckled, and she sank onto the edge of the bed, sitting stiff as a bowstring, clutching at the fabric of her clothes, her cheeks burning.

Caracalla rubs his nose childishly, pulls the laurel wreath from his head, sending his red curls into a wild disarray, then he steps closer and mockingly places it on her head.

"A virtuous matron you will never be. What a pity," he sighed. "But you can still be my sweet little pet, Cassandra."

Her name was another lash of the whip.

The crown on her head feels like thorns, heavy, as though the world’s troubles have been laid upon her.

"Undress," he commands, his voice dropping lower as he positions himself at the head of the bed.

He didn’t undress himself, but she could see—he was aroused. His pale skin was flushed, the paint on his face smudging as he watched her hesitantly move.

Her slowness irritates him. Like a raging fire, he impatiently pulls at the remnants of her clothes, tossing the crown aside like a worthless trinket.

"Why?" she whimpered, while he looked her over with delight, his gaze lingering on the scar he had given her. "Why me? Why are you doing this, Caesar?"

Caracalla stilled.

His turquoise eyes turned glassy, as if lost in thought.

"Why?" He blinked, his long, girlish lashes casting shadows over his cheeks, making him look almost vulnerable, almost innocent.

"Because I can?" he mused. "Because I want you?"

And with each word, he leaned in. His fingers wrapped around her throat, squeezing slowly, firmly,

He stared at her without malice, and that made it even more terrifying.

"Do you realize how beautiful you are?" he whispered, his breath hot against her earlobe. His grip tightened. "Do you realize how much I want you?"

His fingers pressed harder.

"The moment I saw you, all I could think about was how much I wanted to destroy you."

She gasped for air.

"You make me so angry, little bird," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her pulse, feeling it race beneath his touch. "And I desperately want to snap this fragile little neck."

She started to gasp for air, and only then did he release her, shoving her away with mockery.

"But not now, hmm? Right now, you need to be quiet, stop asking stupid questions, and fulfill your wifely duties, understood?"

She said nothing more, sitting silently, her head bowed.

"Well, no, this won’t do. This is a wedding, not a funeral! Is that how you greet your husband?" She didn’t know what to do and only raised her tear-streaked face to him.

"Turn around. I can’t stand tears."

She obeyed, turning her back to him, and immediately, he pushed her down onto the sheets, forcing her onto her elbows.

"On all fours, little bird, arch your back," he murmured, his soft palm pressing against her lower back, making her take the most humiliating position possible.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then a sharp slap against her backside made her gasp, her face buried in the sheets, quietly silencing herself out of shame. Caracalla, clearly pleased with her reaction, grabbed Cassandra’s wrist, twisting it behind her back, forcing her to arch even more and whimper like a beaten animal.

He takes her without warning, quietly exhaling with satisfaction and gripping her thigh painfully. Cassandra only lets out a stifled gasp, not even trying to pretend she enjoys it. Her body is ready to accept him; she’s wet, she can feel it—the drugs have taken effect—but her mind resists.

"See? Even a pedigreed bitch turns out to be just a bitch in the end," he coos tenderly, releasing her hand, squeezing her thighs even harder, leaving scratches on her soft skin.

From a slow, teasing rhythm and lazy purring, he shifts—harsher now, sharper. Her mind empties of all thoughts, as if it's not her hair being roughly yanked, not her shoulders and neck marred with painful bites, and as if it's not her being brutally raped right at her younger sister's wedding.

"Please, stop!" she whimpers, but he only presses her head into the sheets with his hand, continuing.

She sobs, breaking into a moan, a whimper, and then another shameful moan. Worst of all, the guests behind the door might hear it, but Caracalla deliberately pushes everything to a frenzy, to madness, not for nothing did he say he wanted to destroy her.

"This time, it’ll work," he presses his entire body against her back, squeezing her breast, his nails digging painfully into her pale skin. "Be grateful, Jupiter himself has blessed you with his seed." He makes a few more harsh thrusts, sinking even deeper, then freezes with a moan. His hand curls around her neck, forcing her to turn, and kisses her wetly, messily, breathing heavily.

Her legs tremble; she feels dirty, broken. Cassandra can imagine how she looks from the outside: covered in bites and bruises, with tangled hair and swollen lips. A whore.

"Now, now, no time to sulk!" he acts as if nothing has happened, his gaze still feverish and amused. "Now it’s time for your dear sister’s farewell, isn’t it?"

Cassandra understands that tonight will last forever and merely nods in resignation. She is dead inside.

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She never thought she would return to the imperial palace. Just as she never thought that, at such a young age, everything she loved would be destroyed. Nor did she think that she would ever find herself in such a position.

Cassandra waited in the tiny room, more fitting for a slave’s quarters than a place for meetings. She gazed melancholically out of the small window, hugging her shoulders.

"So it’s true."

This wasn’t the voice she had expected.

Emperor Geta seemed out of place in the shabby room, too dramatic and pompous in his expensive clothes and jewels.

"I wasn’t expecting you," she replied coldly.

"I know." He looked her over with a sharp gaze, lingering on her stomach. "But you should understand why I’m here."

With a soft clink, he placed a tiny vial on the table in front of her, and in his black eyes, she saw the reflection of death.

"What about your brother?"

"Oh, he’ll be furious, but… you know, he’s quick to forgive," Geta replied in the same melancholic tone, as if they were old friends. She might have been surprised, if not for the circumstances. Now, he had no reason to hate her.

"So, this is the end?" A sudden emptiness filled her. She wasn’t sad for herself or for the unborn child in her womb.

"It’s salvation, isn’t it?" For the first time, he seemed serious, almost like the emperors of old legends. "He won’t let you go. Caracalla loves his pets."

"And you want him to love only you?" she bitterly smirked and took the vial in her hand.

Geta’s eyes narrowed, his calm demeanor evaporating.

"You wanted to die," he said harshly. "I’m giving you the chance. And even if you don’t take it, I’ll slit your throat myself. Choose, Cassandra."

Hearing her name now felt strange. The gods had played a cruel game with her. Maybe after death, she would find peace? She opened the lid.

"You’ll be buried with honor. I’ll make sure of that," he spoke of her death as if it were nothing. And in truth, it wasn’t. The gods had no interest in mortals and their insignificant lives.

"Please, keep my sisters safe," she whispered, tears flowing down her pale cheeks as she took a sip.

"I promise," was all he said before they fell silent, staring out the tiny window.

The poison spread quickly through her body, painless. She was glad it was Geta who had done this, that he had spared her the necessity of facing Caracalla. Her head grew heavy, and she leaned against the wall, closing her eyes.

And, as if mocking her, her mind conjured the image of the second emperor.

A crimson sunset.

Red hair, red robes.

Clear, light blue eyes and that smirk.

"See you soon, little bird."

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Hello, my friends! Well, that’s it, the story has come to an end. I think the final is quite logical, though I can’t help but feel a little sad about it.

But for those who enjoyed my story, I have good news! I’ve been deeply inspired by a new plot featuring our ginger little scoundrel, and I’m already finishing the first chapter of a brand-new tale!

Stay tuned 💋

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dandelionsresilience · 6 months ago

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whether the internet becomes an intolerable surveillance state, ubiquitous subscription model, or unusably ad- or AI-ridden shithole, I think we need to remember

how to do things offline

either on your personal hard drive (just because it’s an app doesn’t mean the information is stored in your device) or on paper. I’m not saying the collapse of the internet is imminent, and I’m not suggesting we do everything completely without technology, or even stop using it until we have to. (to be clear, I also don’t think the internet will just blink out of existence, suddenly stop being a thing at all; rather I think it might continue to lose its usefulness to the point where it’s impossible to get anything done. anyway) but some people may have forgotten how we got by before the internet (I almost have!), and the younger generation might not have experienced it at all.

I figure most people probably use the internet mainly for communication with friends and family, entertainment and creation (eg. writing), and looking up how to do things, so here’s how to do those things offline:

First and most importantly, download everything important to you onto at least one hard drive and at least one flashdrive! files can get corrupted and hardware can get damaged or lost, but as long as you keep backup copies, you have much-closer-to-guaranteed access versus hoping a business doesn’t decide to paywall, purge, or otherwise revoke your access. I would recommend getting irreplaceable photos printed as well

download and/or print/write down:

anything important to you - photos/videos, journals, certificates, college transcripts

contact info - phone numbers and/or addresses of friends/family (know how to contact them if you can’t use your favourite messaging app), doctors (open hours would be good too), veterinarians if you have pets, and work

how-to’s - recipes (one, two), emergency preparedness (what do I do if… eg. I smell gas)

other things you might google: cleaning chemicals to NOT mix, what laundry tag symbols mean, people food dogs and cats can and can’t eat, plant toxicity to pets

and know offline ways to find things out - local radio station, newspaper, a nearby highway rest area might have a region map, public libraries usually have a bunch of resources

also, those of you who get periods should strongly consider not using period tracking apps! here’s how to track your period manually

free printable period tracker templates (no printer? public libraries usually charge a few cents per page, or you can recreate it by hand)

moving on to entertainment, you can still get most media for free! it’s completely legal to download your favourite movies to your own personal hard drive, you just can’t sell or distribute copies (not legal advice)

movies: wcostream.tv (right click the player) - the url changes every once in a while but usually redirects; I recently noticed that it’s hiding a lot of movies behind “premium,” so it may or may not work anymore | download youtube videos

music: how to get music without streaming it | legal free downloads

games: steamunlocked.net - doesn’t have every game and can be slow to update, but very reliable

books: free online libraries | legal free downloads

otherwise passing time:

active outdoor games

for road trips (social verbal games)

for when power’s out

for sheltering in place (not all offline, but good ideas)

board games (often found at thrift stores)

ad-free customisable games collection (mobile)

read, write, draw, or whatever your craft is, sing, dance, clean, reorganise, take a bath

go outside - excuses include napping (if safe), eating, reading, finding cool plants/animals/rocks, playing with the dog

places to go include:

zoos and museums can be surprisingly cheap

parks and nature preserves

library, mall, or game shop

and a few miscellaneous things for good measure:

time budgeting | household management

how to use a planner | I’ve had success with visually blocked-out schedules like these

please add on if you have any other offline alternatives to common uses of the internet!

#anti capitalism #off grid #internet #technology #how to #my post

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eldritch-spouse · 10 days ago

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Im rll curious about the angel with very big nipple rings haha ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

[Might as well introduce him for now.]

This is Sol.

More accurately known as Solvariel.

He's a dominion cast celestial (two ranks above a soldier like Belo), currently sworn to Mother.

Dominions, as you might already know, are authoritive forces who exist to keep the peace and eliminate threats. During times where siadar still ruled Earth, dominions would lead great numbers of celestials in order to purge the surface of demonic influences, as well as keep lessers from engaging in needless violence.

As a dominion, Sol is incredibly driven and resilient, steadfast in his purpose and always seeking to create bonds with fellow warrior celestials. While his stature and voice create an intimidating presence, the angel has the tendency to become a little goofy and aloof around people he favors. Although he works mostly in the island Miara oversees, Sol has increasingly requested to participate in many outside tasks, seeking contact with the world he was once a part of, even if it has changed drastically.

Unbeknownst to many of his peers, this dominion loves to show off. Particularly to humans, who have long since forgotten what it's like to observe an entity as strong and holy as himself. When not actively working, Sol can be found searching for excuses to display his strength around crowds.

His guilty pleasure is watching the awe on people's faces as they gaze upon his sculpted form, unaware that some of that staring is oftentimes less than respectful. He believes there's no point in covering his body, but will adorn it with some jewelry the same color as his halos.

Those things on his chest are, in fact, halos.

The warrior cast is by far the type of angel known for having halos which are embedded into their bodies, yes, but something about Sols' is a little amiss...

#Solvariel oc #pinnie's art #angel oc #monsterfucker #monster boyfriend #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #minors dni

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adageyer · 1 month ago

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Maybe, one day I will make a comic out of it, but until then, here is my note, my idea about this AU.

So what if Balinor wasn't killed. What if, Arthur and Merlin were separated on their quest to find him: Merlin and Balinor found their way back to Camelot on their own, and Merlin wasn't scared and less careful to use magic, to defend the both of them.

(Meanwhile Arthur being worried sick and tracking both of them back to Camelot, being convinced that Balinor kidnapped Merlin).

Merlin sneaks Balinor in, who then banishes Kilgharrah, but before they both fly off, Balinor and Merlin share a heartfelt hug, bidding their goodbyes and a promise to visit each other occasionally.

Merlin gets back to the castle, having forgotten that Arthur is still one of his responsibilities , where, one day later, Arthur surprises him at the foot of Merlins bed.

Arthur, reliefed of seeing Camelot freed form the dragons wrath (and to see Merlin sound asleep) shows this by bitchily waking Merlin with a "rise and shine"

Merlin slowly blinks awake, before he realizes it's Arthur, and jumps up. "Where have you been?" Merlin musters Arthur, who quite literally dragged all the mud and dirt into Merlins room.

"Oh! I don't know! In the woods?! ALONE?! Where the hell have YOU been Merlin?!" They stare at each other.

"I showed Balinor the way... We lost you,,, and I thought you'd want him as fast as possible in Camelot." Arthur is speechless, but snaps back "so you left me alone?!"

Merlin smiles daringly "What should I have done? I thought I'm just a servant?" Arthur stammers, before storming off "I am starving! And fetch water for a bath!", but Merlin understands.

Months go by, even whole seasons. The winter has come again. Merlin has frequently sneaked out to visit his father, who has been traveling on Kilgharrahs back. Balinor even occasionally sneaked in to visit Merlin and Gaius. Balinor has reconnected with Hunith as well, but she remains in Ealdor.

It isn't until he tries to visit Merlin, who is on the verge of death from some stupid quest Arthur dragged him on, that Balinor is discovered sneaking in. He is arrested on the spot, and given a hearing the next day.

Heavy lidded, Arthur forces himself to mask his turmoil, and faces Balinor. "What is it that brings you here, Balinor, last dragonlord." Balinor, made to kneel before Arthur, remains quiet. The King taps his throne, growing impatiant. "You have freed Camelot of the Great Dragon, for wich I will forever be in your debt. You are free, to leave Camelot and are to never return. That is all the kindness I can offer you."

Balinor gaze stays fixed on the tiles. As Arthur waves him off, signaling to guards to take him away, he speaks up, his voice booming through the throne room. "I am here to visit a friend."

"Whom?" Balinor hesitates for a moment, "Gaius."

Gaius straightens up as Arthur looks at him "Is this true? Is he an old friend of yours?"

"Yes, we were close friends," Gaius confirms, and adds shortly after: "before the purge."

Arthur sits there for a moment, unrest rising in the throne room as he ponders what to do next. "What prompted your visit, Balinor?"

Again, Balinor waits a moment "I heard his ward is injured, I came to offer my help."

Arthur, now suddenly more awake, frowns. His eyes dart to his knights, Gwaine, Lancelot, Leon, who all are more alert now. "Surely you must know, as the court physician, Gaius is more than well equipped to deal with such a simple wound."

"And yet Merlin remains half-dead." Balinor offered an apologetic gaze towards Gaius, but then looked on. Finally, he faced Arthur."If only it were a simple wound. Magic has wounded him. It takes magic to heal him."

Arthur decidess; Balinor is permitted to use the arts of the old religion to save Merlin, but only under Arthurs surveillance. Stating clearly, that if he failed, he would face execution.

They trail behind Balinor and Gaius, who exchange hushed words as they walk down the corridors. Arthur decides to take Lancelot and Leon with him, to Gwaine's dismay.

In the chambers, Gaius and Balinor share a routine; they work together smoothly. Balinor pulls out weeds and flowers out of his pouch, Arthur follows them with his eyes, worried.

What if they are poisonous?

He hands them to Gaius, who promptly works them into a rather chunky mush. Balinor takes it back, sitting himself next to the candles on Gaius' workbench. For a moment everything stilled, even the fire did not dare crackle as Balinor concentrated. He whispered words, none of them could decipher, as he held his hand over the bowl. He stood up, promptly going to Merlins room. The knights hurried behind him.

It wasn't lost on Arthur dad Balinor knew exactly where to go.

Merlin lay sweating, Gwen by his side. She tried to cool him down with a rag drenched in water. She stood up, placing herself between Merlin and the raggedy stranger "Who are you?". Balinor went past her and sat down on the stool she had used just prior.

Everyone walked into Merlins room, Arthur noted that it was to small for all of them.

That needed to be changed.

Gaius took Gwen by the arm "He's a friend, here to help Merlin." and let her go. She goes out the door, turning around one last time and catches Lancelots gaze. He nods reasuringly and she closes the door.

Meawhile Balinor worked on taking off Merlins bandages, tossing them to the side, and embalming Merlins wound. It was a nasty wound. A slash across his chest, torn and suppurating. Thankfully, it didn't need stitches. Yet the gash has swollen quite a bit since the last time Arthur saw it, and he winced. Balinor worked the mush around the gash and lastly came to work it into the wound itself. Merlin huffed and winced.

Balinor leans back and Merlin calms, so does everyone else in the room. For a moment they stand there, the kights hands still on the stilts of their sword, anticipating Merlin to bolt back to life.

But he doesn't. "What have you done to him? Why isn't he waking up?" Arthur glares at the back of Balinors skull. "I have treated the wound," Balinor spoke calmly, "he has yet to recover."

The knights linger, it is starting to become uncomfortable, what are they going to do next? Stand there and wait for Merlin to recover? Yes. That is exactly what Arthur is planning on doing.

He walks out of Merlins room, into Gaius' work-chamber and drags back a chair. He places it on other side of Merlins bed, he has to be on the left, but also opposite to Balinor.

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pearlprincess02 · 1 month ago

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rekindle or release? (venus retrograde in aries & pisces)

venus retograde is in aries from mar 1st - mar 27th and in pisces from mar 27th - apr 1st

aries venus rx in your 1st house:

when venus is retrograde in your natal 1st house, the themes of self, identity, appearance, and how you present yourself to the world undergo a period of introspection. this transit prompts you to reassess your self-image, the way you project yourself, and the things you value about your identity. you may feel drawn to revisit past versions of yourself, making adjustments to how you come across in relationships or public settings. there might be a sense of needing to redefine who you are, or you could experience some confusion about your appearance or personal style, potentially altering how you express yourself outwardly. venus retrograde in the 1st house can also bring a shift in perspective about new beginnings—perhaps reconsidering new projects or personal ventures you had started before or deciding to press "pause" on some aspects of your life for deeper reflection.

the glow-up pause – you may temporarily pull back on focusing too much on external appearance, revisiting past styles/ letting go of certain trends to find something more authentic.

rediscovering your true self – there's an urge to look inward & reflect on who you’ve become, reconnecting with older parts of your identity that you may have outgrown/forgotten.

unfinished business – past actions/decisions regarding self-image/life choices may need revisiting, potentially leading to revising/releasing former perceptions.

self-love reassessments – you might find yourself questioning how you treat & value yourself, leading to a potential shift in how you show up for yourself emotionally & physically.

looking back to move forward – reflecting on previous cycles in your life, you might notice patterns that no longer serve your personal growth & look to leave them behind.

identity cisis – a temporary sense of confusion/questioning of who you are, particularly in the context of relationships/new personal goals.

aries venus rx in your 2nd house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 2nd house, which governs values, resources, possessions, finances, and self-worth, the focus is on reevaluating how you define and manage your material world. aries' influence brings a bold, assertive energy to this transit, but with venus in retrograde, there’s a sense of questioning and reassessment rather than action. you might feel compelled to rethink your financial choices, reevaluate possessions you’ve accumulated, or reconsider your approach to self-worth and how it’s tied to material success. aries pushes for independence, and during this retrograde, you may be reassessing how much your self-esteem is based on what you own or your financial achievements. there might be moments of frustration or impulsivity when it comes to spending or making decisions about resources, but ultimately, this is a time to fine-tune your values and understand what you truly need to feel secure.

reclaiming your financial independence – venus retrograde in aries may prompt you to reassess where you stand financially, pushing you to take control of your resources in a more independent & assertive way.

emotional spending reckoning – you could be confronting habits of impulsive spending that were tied to emotional satisfaction, reconsidering where & why you’ve spent in the past.

the great purge – aries energy may make you want to clear out old possessions, focusing on letting go of things that no longer serve your current self-worth/financial goals.

revisiting past investments – you might look back at past financial decisions, investments, purchases, realizing they were made hastily/without considering long-term value, leading to potential changes in how you manage money.

self-worth in the balance – the transit challenges your self-esteem & how much of it is tied to your material wealth, encouraging a shift toward valuing yourself for who you are rather than what you have.

reevaluating what you need – aries pushes you to focus on your needs over your wants, helping you determine what possessions, resources, financial goals are truly important for your sense of security & self-worth.

aries venus rx in your 3rd house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 3rd house, which governs communication, siblings, short trips, learning, and mindset, this transit encourages you to revisit how you connect with others and how you express your ideas. aries, known for its boldness and directness, can push you to rethink the way you communicate—whether it’s with siblings, friends, or even in your day-to-day interactions. you may find yourself revisiting old conversations or unresolved issues with family members or close acquaintances. the retrograde might prompt a review of your personal beliefs, learning style, or even how you share information. during this time, your mindset could undergo a shift as you reconsider old thought patterns and ideas, potentially allowing for a more assertive, direct way of communicating moving forward. there could also be a sense of revisiting places from the past, such as old neighborhoods or locations that hold memories, to gain new insights about how you engage with your immediate environment.

rehashing old conversations – you may find yourself revisiting old discussions, whether with siblings/close friends, looking to resolve lingering misunderstandings/emotions.

words on replay – past expressions of love/disagreements may resurface, prompting you to reframe/clarify your words, especially if they were impulsive/misunderstood in the past.

family feuds & reconciliations – this transit can bring unresolved issues with siblings/close relatives to the surface, encouraging open communication to resolve old tensions.

the learning curve – your approach to learning might be reassessed. you could revisit past educational experiences, reconsider old methods, seek out new learning opportunities that better align with your personal growth.

mindset makeover – venus retrograde here challenges the way you view the world. you may experience shifts in your core beliefs/ideals, particularly regarding how you communicate/express love & affection.

short trip nostalgia – aries energy may prompt you to revisit old places/take short trips that hold personal meaning, giving you a chance to reflect on how your environment has shaped you.

aries venus rx in your 4th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 4th house, which governs home, family, roots, nurturing, and your emotional foundation, the focus shifts to revisiting your inner world and the connections that shape your sense of belonging. aries brings a bold, assertive energy to this transit, encouraging you to confront old emotional patterns or unresolved family dynamics. you may find yourself rethinking your relationship with home, revisiting your childhood memories, or even reassessing how you nurture and care for yourself and others. there could be a desire to make changes in your living space, but with venus retrograde, the process may feel more like reflection than action. you may feel drawn to reconnect with family or revisit old emotional wounds that require healing to strengthen your emotional foundation. this is a time to redefine what home means to you and reestablish a sense of emotional security.

home sweet (revisited) home – you may feel a pull to revisit your childhood home/reexamine your current living space, considering changes that better align with your emotional needs.

family drama redux – old family issues/unresolved dynamics may resurface, pushing you to revisit & heal past wounds/misunderstandings.

nurturing redefined – aries’ influence may encourage you to reframe how you nurture yourself & others, questioning past caregiving patterns/exploring new ways to give & receive care.

emotional roots awakening – a time to revisit your emotional foundation, possibly uncovering hidden feelings/memories tied to your family, home, upbringing that shape your sense of security.

breaking family bonds – there might be a push to break free from restrictive family patterns/expectations that have been holding you back, enabling you to assert your independence & emotional autonomy.

home healing – venus retrograde in the 4th house invites you to heal old emotional wounds tied to your home life, allowing you to create a stronger, more nurturing emotional environment moving forward.

aries venus rx in your 5th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 5th house, which governs creativity, romance, children, pleasure, and self-expression, aries’ bold and impulsive energy brings a time of revisiting how you express your desires and passions. this transit can spark a sense of restlessness, urging you to reassess the way you approach romance, creative endeavors, and the joy you seek in life. aries' influence pushes you to reflect on how you’ve expressed yourself creatively or romantically, and whether those outlets align with your true desires. there may be a desire to reconnect with past loves or revisit creative projects you once started but abandoned. you might also feel a pull to reignite your playfulness and spontaneous side, rethinking how you approach fun, pleasure, or even your relationships with children. venus retrograde here challenges you to re-evaluate how you seek pleasure and how you can express your individuality in a more authentic way.

creative sparks revisited – venus retrograde may bring you back to unfinished creative projects/artistic endeavors, giving you a chance to refine/rework what you started in the past.

romantic resurfacing – past relationships/romantic encounters may reappear, prompting reflection on how you express love, attraction, and affection, possibly leading to healing/closure.

spontaneous joy – you may feel a strong desire to break free from routine & rediscover what truly brings you joy, particularly through play/engaging in carefree activities.

reconnecting with inner child – venus retrograde could inspire you to reconnect with a playful, spontaneous energy that you might have neglected, allowing you to express yourself with more freedom & authenticity.

reevaluating love's expression – this is a time to reconsider how you express love & affection, especially in romantic relationships, & whether it aligns with your personal values & desires.

pleasure with purpose – aries energy might encourage you to take a more direct approach to pleasure & self-expression, prompting you to seek out what truly satisfies you, whether emotionally/creatively.

aries venus rx in your 6th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 6th house, which governs health, work, service, daily routines, and attention to detail, this transit invites you to reassess how you approach your day-to-day life, particularly regarding your well-being and professional responsibilities. aries brings a bold, direct energy, but venus retrograde softens this influence, encouraging reflection rather than impulsive action. this period may prompt you to reexamine your work environment, routines, and your approach to service or health. you may feel the urge to revisit past habits or reevaluate how you’ve been taking care of yourself physically and mentally. aries’ assertiveness may also bring a desire to change how you express yourself in your job or workplace, reconsidering your work-life balance or how you approach your responsibilities. venus retrograde here may also encourage you to work through any unresolved issues related to service, whether through your job, your personal life, or how you interact with others on a daily basis.

health overhaul – venus retrograde in the 6th house prompts a reassessment of your health & wellness routines, possibly encouraging you to revisit old habits/try a different approach to self-care.

workplace reflection – you may find yourself reconsidering your professional relationships/the way you contribute to the workplace, seeking more meaningful/balanced interactions.

daily routine revamp – a need for change in your daily routines could arise, leading you to reflect on what works & what doesn’t, aiming to bring more harmony/satisfaction into your day-to-day life.

reevaluating service – aries’ energy in this house pushes you to reconsider your role in serving others, whether through work/personal commitments, & how you balance self-care with the needs of others.

old work projects resurfacing – past work/service-related issues could come back into focus, prompting you to revisit/finish tasks you may have abandoned/overlooked.

rebalancing work-life – venus retrograde may highlight a need to reassess how you balance your career & personal life, encouraging you to restore harmony between work, health, & pleasure.

aries venus rx in your 7th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 7th house, which governs partnerships, marriage, contracts, and your interactions with others, the bold and assertive energy of aries invites a period of introspection regarding how you engage in relationships. aries’ fiery energy encourages you to rethink the ways you assert yourself in partnerships, balancing your own needs with those of others. this transit can bring past relationships or unresolved issues with current partners to the forefront, urging you to revisit old dynamics or reconsider the foundation of your connections. venus retrograde here invites reflection on your approach to love, affection, and commitment, prompting you to reevaluate whether the relationships you're in truly align with your personal desires and values. aries’ direct and sometimes impulsive influence can lead to confrontations or emotional revelations, but ultimately, it provides an opportunity to redefine what you need from your partnerships to create a healthy, balanced dynamic.

relationship reckoning – old relationship patterns may resurface, allowing you to confront & address unresolved issues that have been affecting your partnerships.

love vs. independence – aries’ influence may spark a struggle between wanting independence & needing connection, leading you to rethink how to balance your personal freedom within relationships.

old flames resurface – past relationships/romantic entanglements might come back into your life, giving you a chance to rework, heal, find closure with previous partners.

compromise clash – venus retrograde in aries could challenge how you’ve been compromising in your relationships, prompting you to assert your needs more clearly/reconsider how much you're willing to give.

reevaluating partnership goals – you may feel a need to reflect on whether your current relationships/future commitments align with your long-term goals & values.

revisiting contracts & agreements – if you're in any formal contracts/commitments (business, marriage, etc.), venus retrograde in the 7th house invites you to review, renegotiate, reassess these arrangements to ensure they still serve you.

aries venus rx in your 8th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 8th house, which governs transformation, intimacy, shared resources, and deep psychological shifts, aries’ bold and fiery influence sparks a period of intense self-reflection. this transit urges you to reassess your connections on a deeper level—how you merge with others emotionally, financially, and even spiritually. old wounds related to trust, vulnerability, and power dynamics may resurface, pushing you to confront buried fears or unresolved emotions. aries’ influence makes this a time of reclaiming personal power in relationships, demanding authenticity and courage in facing emotional and financial entanglements. you may find yourself revisiting past intimate relationships or rethinking how you share resources with others. this is a time to shed outdated attachments, transform your approach to intimacy, and emerge with a stronger sense of self-worth and autonomy. themes of rebirth, passion, and rediscovery dominate this venus retrograde, making it a powerful but intense period of reflection and transformation.

phoenix rising – this transit demands deep emotional transformation, burning away old patterns in love & intimacy to make space for renewal.

lover or fighter? – aries energy may intensify passion but also bring power struggles in relationships, forcing a reevaluation of how you navigate deep emotional bonds.

buried secrets resurface – hidden emotions, past betrayals, unresolved traumas might come back into focus, pushing you to process & heal them.

rewriting the rules of intimacy – you may reconsider how you approach intimacy, trust, & vulnerability, ensuring that your emotional bonds are built on honesty & mutual empowerment.

financial ties under review – shared financial matters, debts, investments could require reassessment, as venus retrograde in aries urges you to take control of your resources.

breaking the chains – if you've been trapped in emotionally/financially draining situations, this transit can bring the courage to break free & reclaim your independence.

aries venus rx in your 9th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 9th house, which governs philosophy, travel, higher education, and belief systems, aries’ fiery and independent energy pushes you to rethink your personal values and how they align with your greater worldview. this transit sparks a period of questioning—are your relationships, experiences, and pursuits of knowledge truly reflective of your authentic self? you may find yourself revisiting past beliefs, educational paths, or even travel experiences, seeking new meaning in them. aries’ bold influence urges you to break away from societal or relational expectations that no longer resonate, inspiring a more self-directed approach to growth and expansion. this is a time of intellectual and spiritual rebellion, where you redefine what love, adventure, and personal truth mean to you. whether it’s reexamining a philosophy, rekindling a passion for exploration, or questioning long-held assumptions, venus retrograde here challenges you to seek beauty and meaning on your own terms.

philosophical glow-up – you’re reevaluating your core beliefs, shedding outdated perspectives, & stepping into a new understanding of love, relationships, & life itself.

the road less traveled – past travel experiences, academic pursuits, or spiritual journeys may resurface, prompting you to rethink their significance & how they shaped you.

rebel with a cause – aries’ influence makes you question authority, traditions, & societal norms in love & personal growth, pushing you to forge your own philosophical path.

love on the run – past long-distance relationships/whirlwind romances might reappear, challenging you to reassess what freedom & commitment mean to you.

burning the old maps – you may feel the urge to break away from rigid belief systems/educational paths that no longer align with your evolving sense of self.

rekindling the fire of curiosity – venus retrograde in aries encourages you to rediscover a passion for learning, whether through books, travel, or hands-on experience.

aries venus rx in your 10th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 10th house, which governs career, public image, authority, and achievement, aries’ bold and independent energy pushes you to reassess your professional goals and how you present yourself to the world. this transit forces you to question whether your career path truly aligns with your passions and values, or if you've been seeking approval rather than personal fulfillment. you may experience shifts in reputation, career direction, or relationships with authority figures. past professional connections, projects, or ambitions might resurface, giving you a chance to refine or rekindle them. aries’ influence encourages you to take charge, but venus retrograde demands reflection before action—this is a time to evaluate your personal brand, redefine success on your own terms, and break free from outdated expectations. whether you're reconsidering a leadership role, rebranding your image, or rekindling an old passion project, this transit challenges you to reclaim your power and authenticity in your career.

boss battle – conflicts/power struggles with authority figures may arise, forcing you to assert yourself & redefine your professional boundaries.

rebranding the hero – you may rethink how you present yourself to the world, refining your public image to better reflect your true passions & strengths.

unfinished business – old career opportunities, projects, ambitions may resurface, offering a chance to revive/reassess them with fresh perspective.

climbing the wrong mountain – a realization may hit that your current career path is not what truly fulfills you, pushing you to rethink long-term goals.

the lone wolf ceo – aries energy may highlight a need for more independence in your career, inspiring you to take charge, start something new, or step into leadership.

rewriting the definition of success – venus retrograde asks you to reconsider whether your achievements are based on personal fulfillment/external validation.

aries venus rx in your 11th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 11th house, which governs friendships, community, networking, and long-term hopes, aries’ bold and independent energy prompts you to reassess your social circles and aspirations. this transit makes you question whether the people around you truly support your growth or if you’ve outgrown certain friendships and groups. you may reconnect with old friends or reassess past collaborations, realizing which connections were built on genuine resonance and which were more about convenience or obligation. aries’ influence encourages independence, so you might feel more inclined to step away from social expectations and prioritize personal desires over group dynamics. dreams and long-term goals may also be up for review—are you chasing ambitions that are truly yours, or have you been following the crowd? this is a time to refine your vision, redefine what community means to you, and reclaim your individuality within group settings.

the one who got away (friend edition) – a past friendship/social connection might resurface, giving you a chance to reconnect/ finally close that chapter.

lone wolf in the pack – aries energy makes you crave independence, pushing you to evaluate whether your social circles support/stifle your individuality.

rebel with a social cause – this transit sparks a desire to break away from outdated group dynamics & align with people who truly match your evolving values.

squad goals, but make it real – you’re questioning whether your friendships & collaborations are authentic/just built on convenience & old habits.

dreams under review – long-term goals & aspirations are being reassessed, ensuring you’re pursuing what truly excites you rather than what others expect.

networking glow-up – old professional/creative connections may reappear, offering a second chance at collaboration/an opportunity to refine your social brand.

aries venus rx in your 12th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 12th house, which governs spirituality, the subconscious, hidden realms, and solitude, aries’ fiery and independent energy ignites a deep internal reckoning. this transit compels you to confront hidden desires, unresolved emotional wounds, and subconscious patterns in love and self-worth. aries brings boldness to the unseen, making this a time of awakening—past relationships, secret affections, or unspoken feelings may resurface, urging you to find closure or deeper understanding. you might feel drawn to solitude, spiritual exploration, or creative expression as a way to process unspoken emotions. there’s also an urge to break free from self-sabotaging cycles, illusions about love, or hidden fears that have kept you from embracing authentic connections. this period is about deep inner healing, learning to trust your instincts, and redefining what love means when no one else is watching.

the one that got away (or never was) – a past love, secret admiration, unfinished emotional chapter resurfaces, prompting reflection & closure.

love letters never sent – deep, unspoken feelings come to the surface, pushing you to confront what you’ve been hiding from yourself & others.

fighting ghosts – old wounds, subconscious fears, & hidden patterns in love demand recognition & healing before they continue to haunt your relationships.

the solitary quest – aries’ independent spirit urges you to embrace solitude, introspection, & spiritual renewal as you redefine love on your own terms.

unmasking the illusion – romanticized ideals/hidden deceptions in relationships come to light, allowing you to see things (& people) for what they truly are.

healing in the shadows – this is a time for inner transformation, releasing past burdens, & cultivating a more authentic connection with yourself & your heart’s deepest desires.

pisces venus rx in your 1st house:

when venus is retrograde in your natal 1st house, and it transits through pisces, there’s an emotional and introspective layer to how you reassess your self-image, identity, and outward appearance. pisces' influence brings a dreamy, fluid, and sometimes confusing energy, which can cause you to reevaluate your sense of self in a more emotional, spiritual, or idealistic way. this transit might challenge you to reconsider how you express yourself to others and how you perceive your own worth. you could feel disconnected from your usual sense of identity or unsure about how others see you, leading to a period of deep reflection about who you really are. your perspective on new beginnings could become more passive or uncertain, with a tendency to idealize situations before taking action. venus retrograde here also might prompt you to return to old dreams or revisit uncompleted goals, exploring past versions of yourself with a more forgiving, empathetic lens.

the dreamy rebirth – you might feel the need to let go of the "old you" & embrace a more spiritual/imaginative version of yourself, one that feels more authentic/true to your deeper desires.

confused glow-up – your appearance/self-presentation might feel disconnected from how you truly feel inside, causing you to try on different styles/identities to find what truly fits.

reflections in the mirror – you may struggle with how you view yourself, perhaps experiencing moments of self-doubt/romanticizing past versions of yourself, leading to a new way of seeing your personal evolution.

idealistic identity crisis – you could find yourself longing for an idealized version of who you want to be, but unsure how to bring that dream to life in the practical world.

reconnecting with lost dreams – this is a time for reflecting on past passions/projects you may have abandoned, deciding if they still resonate with your evolving sense of self.

softening the edge – there’s a focus on embracing your gentler, more compassionate side, allowing your self-expression to flow more freely & with less emphasis on hard edges/strong boundaries.

pisces venus rx in your 2nd house:

when venus is retrograde in your natal 2nd house, which governs values, resources, possessions, finances, and self-worth, you are prompted to reflect deeply on what you truly value in life. this transit brings a time of reassessment regarding your material resources and how you define your worth. you may find yourself questioning past financial decisions or reassessing the things you’ve accumulated over time—both material and emotional. there may be a tendency to look back at past purchases, investments, or financial habits and wonder if they align with your deeper desires or self-esteem. this is a period to evaluate how you feel about your own value, which might not be tied directly to material wealth but rather your sense of self-worth. you might experience moments of doubt or find that you're letting go of possessions or financial ties that no longer resonate with your true values. venus retrograde here can also inspire a reevaluation of how you allow others to influence your self-esteem and material success.

financial flashbacks – reconsidering past spending habits, investments, financial decisions, leading to either a shift in priorities/a desire to revisit & fix past mistakes.

the price of self-worth – reflecting on how your possessions & wealth have influenced your self-esteem, with potential realizations about where you may have overvalued material things in your sense of self.

uncluttering your life – the urge to let go of things that no longer hold value for you—either physical items/emotional baggage—creating space for more meaningful possessions & resources.

revisiting old investments – a time to assess past financial decisions, considering whether they are still aligned with your current goals/values, possibly rethinking how you manage your resources.

finding true value – you might discover that what you once valued/thought was important (money, possessions) no longer resonates, leading to a shift in what you deem valuable/worth pursuing.

budgeting with emotion – the emotional impact of money may surface, urging you to rethink how financial decisions make you feel, & whether you’ve been too emotionally tied to material success/security.

pisces venus rx in your 3rd house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 3rd house, which governs communication, siblings, short trips, learning, and mindset, this transit invites you to reflect on how you express love, affection, and values in your daily interactions. pisces brings a dreamy, emotional, and intuitive energy to the 3rd house, making communication feel more emotional, introspective, or idealistic. you may find yourself revisiting old conversations or reconnecting with siblings or close friends to resolve unresolved issues or misunderstandings. this is a time to rethink how you convey your ideas, whether you’re speaking from the heart or addressing past emotional wounds in your relationships. your mindset and learning processes could shift as well, as venus retrograde encourages you to reexamine how you absorb and share information, potentially leading you to rethink beliefs, preferences, or approaches to intellectual matters.

echoes of old conversations – you may reconnect with past conversations, especially with siblings/close friends, revisiting emotions & misunderstandings that were left unresolved.

words from the heart – communication during this transit can become more emotional & introspective, allowing you to express feelings you may have held back in the past.

family reconnection – relationships with siblings/relatives could be reexamined, with a focus on healing old wounds/clearing up miscommunications.

revisiting old ideas – venus retrograde might prompt you to go back to old beliefs/educational experiences, reworking your perspective on certain topics/revisiting past learning opportunities.

mindset shifts – your general mindset may undergo a transformation, as you reflect on how your values & beliefs influence how you communicate & connect with others.

short trips with purpose – you may feel drawn to revisit places from your past/take short trips that hold sentimental value, helping you gain clarity/find emotional closure on certain matters.

pisces venus rx in your 4th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 4th house, which governs home, family, roots, nurturing, and emotional foundation, the pisces energy brings a soft, introspective, and emotionally fluid vibe. this transit encourages deep reflection on your past, your family dynamics, and the emotional foundations that shape how you feel nurtured and secure. pisces’ influence can make you more sensitive to your emotional world, possibly leading to a reconsideration of how your upbringing or family life has affected your sense of self-worth. you may find yourself revisiting old family relationships, past homes, or childhood memories, with a focus on healing emotional wounds or redefining what "home" truly means to you. with venus retrograde here, this period invites you to revisit nurturing patterns, allowing for a gentler, more compassionate approach to caring for yourself and others while also helping you reconnect with the deeper emotional roots of your being.

homecoming to the past – you may feel a strong pull to revisit your childhood home/reconnect with family members, seeking closure, healing, understanding about your past.

healing family wounds – old family issues/unresolved emotional matters may come to the surface, offering a chance to heal old wounds with compassion & empathy.

emotional home reimagined – you might feel the need to rethink what home means to you, potentially shifting your concept of a safe, nurturing space to something that feels more spiritually/emotionally fulfilling.

nurturing with compassion – pisces energy invites a more gentle, understanding approach to self-care & caregiving, encouraging you to nurture both yourself & others with greater compassion & sensitivity.

reconnecting with roots – this transit can prompt you to revisit your family history, cultural background, heritage, seeking deeper understanding/healing of ancestral patterns.

reworking emotional foundations – venus retrograde here calls for a reassessment of your emotional security, urging you to create a more balanced & loving emotional foundation that feels aligned with your true self.

pisces venus rx in your 5th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 5th house, which governs creativity, romance, children, pleasure, and self-expression, this transit invites you to reflect on your approach to joy, love, and personal expression. pisces’ influence brings a dreamy, introspective, and sometimes nostalgic energy, urging you to revisit past creative projects, relationships, or experiences related to pleasure. you may feel a pull to reconnect with old hobbies or artistic passions that once brought you joy but were put aside. in romance, venus retrograde could bring past lovers or unresolved issues to the surface, encouraging you to reflect on how you express love and affection. this transit also invites you to consider how your relationship with children (whether your own or others’) shapes your sense of play and emotional fulfillment. there’s a potential for redefining what truly brings you joy and pleasure, as you embrace a more compassionate, imaginative, and emotionally authentic approach to self-expression.

revisiting past creative passions – you may feel the desire to return to creative projects/artistic expressions you once abandoned/set aside, rediscovering joy in what you’ve previously created.

romantic reflection – past relationships/unfinished romantic business might resurface, prompting you to reconsider how you express love, affection, & attraction in your life.

the reigniting of playfulness – a desire to reconnect with a more playful side of yourself, either through hobbies, activities, interactions with children, might emerge, leading to a more joyful & carefree expression of yourself.

nostalgic love – old romantic memories/unresolved emotions tied to love may come up, giving you a chance to reassess how you give & receive affection & love in your current relationships.

creative block clearing – venus retrograde might bring a temporary creative block, but it also offers an opportunity to reevaluate & unblock your creative flow, leading to more authentic & meaningful artistic expression.

pleasure with purpose – this transit could lead you to reassess what truly brings you pleasure, moving beyond surface-level enjoyment to a deeper, more spiritually fulfilling experience of joy & self-expression.

pisces venus rx in your 6th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 6th house, which governs health, work, service, daily routines, and attention to detail, the dreamy and introspective energy of pisces invites you to revisit and reflect on how you approach these areas of life. this transit brings a period of reevaluation regarding how you take care of your body, your work environment, and the routines that shape your day-to-day existence. pisces’ influence softens the typically direct and focused nature of the 6th house, encouraging you to approach your health and work life with more compassion and understanding. you might find yourself reconsidering old habits, reworking your approach to self-care, or reevaluating the balance between your personal needs and responsibilities. this retrograde may also highlight a need to reassess how you contribute to the service of others, urging you to find deeper meaning in the work you do or reconsider the level of self-sacrifice you engage in. venus retrograde in the 6th house may also bring past work situations or health issues to the surface for healing.

health reassessment – venus retrograde prompts a deeper look into your physical health & self-care routines, potentially inspiring you to return to old methods of healing/improve how you take care of your well-being.

reevaluating work-life balance – you may find yourself reconsidering how you balance work with personal life, seeking a more harmonious & nurturing approach to daily responsibilities.

service with soul – pisces energy can encourage you to revisit your role in service, whether in your career/personal life, seeking a more spiritually fulfilling/compassionate approach to helping others.

routine rethink – this transit prompts you to reflect on your daily routines & consider if they truly nourish you, possibly inspiring changes that align better with your emotional & physical needs.

old work projects resurfacing – past tasks/unfinished business at work could come back for a second chance, offering you an opportunity to revisit & refine details that were once overlooked.

compassionate attention to details – venus retrograde in pisces may highlight the need to bring more empathy & understanding into your attention to the smaller aspects of life, whether in work/personal tasks.

pisces venus rx in your 7th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 7th house, which governs partnerships, marriage, contracts, and your interactions with others, pisces’ dreamy and introspective energy invites a deep reflection on your relationships and how you connect with those closest to you. this transit encourages you to revisit the dynamics of your partnerships, whether romantic, professional, or platonic. you may find unresolved issues surfacing, giving you the opportunity to re-evaluate what balance and harmony mean to you in your relationships. venus retrograde in the 7th house often brings up themes of compromise, fairness, and understanding, encouraging you to reassess how you give and receive love, support, and attention. pisces’ influence adds a layer of emotional depth and sensitivity to the mix, pushing you to approach these areas of your life with more compassion, intuition, and a willingness to heal any emotional wounds related to relationships. it’s a time to revisit old connections, reconsider current commitments, and seek clarity on what you truly need from others to feel emotionally fulfilled.

love’s reflection – venus retrograde here brings up old romantic patterns, encouraging you to reflect on how you’ve loved in the past & how those patterns might need to evolve.

rekindling or releasing partnerships – old relationships may resurface for healing/closure, allowing you to either rekindle a partnership/release it if it no longer serves your emotional growth.

balancing self & other – you may find yourself rethinking how you balance your own needs with the needs of others, reconsidering your approach to compromise, fairness, & equality in your relationships.

healing relationship wounds – venus retrograde in the 7th house often brings unresolved emotional wounds related to partnerships to the surface, giving you the opportunity to heal & move forward.

contractual review – if you're in any legal/binding agreements, this transit encourages revisiting contracts, partnerships, commitments to ensure they are aligned with your values & needs.

reassessing your ideal partner – venus retrograde prompts you to reflect on your expectations for love & relationships, possibly reworking what you desire in a partner/partner dynamic.

pisces venus rx in your 8th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 8th house, which governs transformation, intimacy, shared resources, and deep psychological shifts, pisces’ ethereal and introspective energy encourages profound emotional reflection. this transit brings a heightened sense of intuition and nostalgia, pulling you toward past emotional entanglements, unresolved wounds, and subconscious fears around vulnerability and trust. pisces dissolves boundaries, making this a time of deep emotional merging or reconsideration of how you connect with others on a soul level. you may revisit past intimate relationships or reflect on karmic bonds that feel unfinished. financially, venus retrograde here prompts a review of shared resources, debts, and energetic exchanges, urging you to assess whether you’re giving and receiving in a way that aligns with your deeper values. this is a period of spiritual and emotional renewal, inviting you to surrender old wounds, break free from illusions, and emerge with a more enlightened understanding of love, intimacy, and transformation.

lover from another lifetime – past karmic relationships may resurface, offering closure/a deeper understanding of their purpose in your journey.

romantic illusions shattered – pisces’ dreamy energy may have once blurred the reality of an intimate connection—now, venus retrograde brings clarity, revealing truths you may have avoided.

soulmate or fantasy? – this transit prompts you to reassess deep emotional bonds, distinguishing between genuine soul connections & those built on projections/wishful thinking.

emotional alchemy – venus retrograde in the 8th house encourages deep emotional & psychological healing, transforming pain into wisdom & allowing for inner rebirth.

reassessing financial entanglements – shared resources, debts, financial dependencies may need reevaluation, urging you to set healthier boundaries & reclaim your financial autonomy.

letting go to let love flow – pisces teaches surrender, making this a time to release emotional baggage, past disappointments, & patterns of self-sacrifice in love.

pisces venus rx in your 9th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 9th house, which governs philosophy, travel, higher education, and belief systems, pisces’ dreamy and introspective energy invites a deep reevaluation of what love, beauty, and meaning truly mean to you. this transit blurs the lines between fantasy and reality, making you question long-held beliefs, spiritual perspectives, or even past experiences that once felt like defining moments. you may find yourself reminiscing about past travels, rethinking educational pursuits, or feeling drawn to old philosophical ideas that once inspired you. venus retrograde here asks: are your dreams and ideals still aligned with your evolving self? pisces encourages surrender and faith, making this a period of searching for deeper truths beyond logic—through intuition, creativity, or spiritual exploration. whether it’s revisiting past lessons, rekindling a long-lost passion for learning, or confronting illusions about love and life’s meaning, this transit offers a chance to reconnect with your most heartfelt visions in a more grounded and realistic way.

lost in translation – a past travel experience/educational pursuit may take on new meaning, revealing lessons you hadn’t fully grasped before.

lover from another timeline – a long-distance romance/spiritually significant relationship may resurface, prompting you to reconsider its purpose in your journey.

rewriting the fairytale – idealistic beliefs about love, destiny, personal growth may be challenged, helping you see the beauty in reality rather than fantasy.

a wandering heart – this transit can bring a restless longing for meaning, making you question whether your current path aligns with your spiritual/philosophical ideals.

lessons from the cosmos – intuitive downloads, dream revelations, deep introspection may offer profound insights about love, self-worth, & your greater purpose.

the beauty of surrender – pisces teaches you to let go of rigid expectations, embracing the fluidity of life & allowing love & wisdom to flow in unexpected ways.

pisces venus rx in your 10th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 10th house, which governs career, public image, authority, and achievement, pisces’ dreamy and elusive energy blurs the lines between reality and aspiration. this transit prompts deep reflection on how your professional life aligns with your heart’s desires—have you been pursuing a career that truly fulfills you, or have you been caught in an illusion of success? venus retrograde here can bring nostalgia for past ambitions, creative career paths, or roles where you felt more emotionally connected. relationships with authority figures or public perception may also shift, revealing hidden dynamics or forcing you to reassess how you present yourself to the world. there’s a strong need to balance idealism with practicality—pisces wants to follow the dream, but venus retrograde demands realism. this is a period of quiet redefinition, where you refine your goals, detach from external validation, and realign your career with your true values.

the fading spotlight – a shift in public image/career perception may make you question whether you're truly seen for who you are.

chasing the dream (or letting it go) – you’re reassessing if your career is built on passion/just an illusion of what success should look like.

the mentor’s secret – unexpected revelations about authority figures/career influences may challenge your perception of success & guidance.

rewriting the legacy – you may feel called to revisit past ambitions, artistic endeavors, career dreams that once felt impossible.

behind the curtain – issues of hidden influence, office politics, unspoken dynamics in professional relationships come to light.

success, but at what cost? – this transit forces you to redefine achievement, ensuring your goals align with emotional & spiritual fulfillment, not just status.

pisces venus rx in your 11th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 11th house, which governs friendships, community, networking, and long-term dreams, pisces’ ethereal and nostalgic energy brings a wave of reflection on your social connections and aspirations. you may feel drawn to reconnect with old friends, revisit past collaborations, or question whether the people around you truly align with your evolving ideals. boundaries in friendships could become blurred, leaving you wondering if certain relationships are based on genuine connection or unspoken expectations. at the same time, your long-term dreams may feel hazy—are they still aligned with your heart, or were they built on fleeting fantasies? this transit encourages you to reevaluate the role of love, compassion, and shared vision in your social world. it's a time to let go of illusions, realign with authentic connections, and find clarity in your hopes for the future.

the long-lost friend – an old friendship/past social connection may resurface, offering a chance to reconnect/find closure.

unfinished symphony – a past creative/collaborative project may call you back, making you reconsider its place in your long-term goals.

blurred lines – emotional/romantic confusion within a friendship may surface, forcing you to define the true nature of the connection.

the dream that got away – a vision/aspiration you once had may reappear, making you wonder if it’s worth pursuing again/if it's time to release it.

falling for the fantasy – you may realize that certain friendships/group dynamics were built more on illusion than reality, prompting a reassessment.

the mystic’s circle – a growing desire for deeper, more spiritually aligned friendships may lead you to seek out new, more meaningful communities.

pisces venus rx in your 12th house:

when venus retrogrades through your natal 12th house, which governs spirituality, the subconscious, secrets, and hidden realms, pisces’ dreamy and introspective energy draws you deep into your inner world. this transit unearths buried emotions, hidden desires, and unresolved feelings about love, self-worth, and connection. you may find yourself longing for past loves, revisiting subconscious patterns in relationships, or uncovering secret affections you didn’t realize you held. venus retrograde in pisces blurs the lines between fantasy and reality, making it a time of emotional release, deep reflection, and even spiritual transformation. you might feel more drawn to solitude, artistic expression, or dreamwork as a way to process your emotions. themes of surrender, forgiveness, and healing emerge, asking you to let go of past illusions and open yourself to a more compassionate, self-aware love—both for yourself and others.

lover from a past life – old relationships, soul connections, unspoken affections resurface, making you wonder if they were ever truly over.

letters never sent – hidden emotions/suppressed feelings rise to the surface, demanding acknowledgment and release.

the dreamer & the illusion – you may recognize where you’ve been idealizing love/relationships, learning to separate fantasy from reality.

solitude as sanctuary – a deep need for retreat & reflection emerges, pushing you to find peace & healing in solitude.

the unfinished poem – creative/spiritual inspiration flows through dreams, memories, unspoken emotions, encouraging self-expression as a healing tool.

letting go of the ghost – past wounds, unhealed heartbreaks, subconscious fears around love come up for release, allowing space for renewal.

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