#also obsessed with the idea that their elements are connected to their emotions

[someloserinajaywig]

I really like that their eyes light up when they use a lot of power :)

[melien]

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[nianeyemystic]

Sextrology Synastry Aspects 💘🥵🥰🤭

💛Sun–Moon Aspects💛

✨Sun Conjunct Moon: Deep emotional connection and understanding; the couple feels "at home" with one another. This can lead to a natural and satisfying sexual connection.

✨Sun Sextile Moon: Harmonious balance between one's sense of self and the other's emotional needs. There's mutual respect and attraction, with an ease in communication and intimacy.

✨Sun Square Moon: Emotional tension that can lead to powerful sexual chemistry, but may also require work to balance personal needs with the relationship's demands.

💜 Venus –Mars Aspects 💜

✨Venus Conjunct Mars: The classic aspect of attraction and passion. There’s strong sexual magnetism and mutual desire.

✨Venus Sextile Mars: Balanced erotic attraction and a sense of playfulness in love. This aspect promotes sensuality and sexual compatibility.

✨Venus Trine Mars: Similar to the sextile, but with even more ease. Natural chemistry and an intuitive understanding of each other’s desires.

✨Venus Square Mars: A tense but potentially highly sexual aspect. This can lead to passionate, hot-and-cold dynamics, with a push-pull effect in the sexual attraction.

❤️‍🔥Mars–Pluto Aspects❤️‍🔥

✨Mars Conjunct Pluto: Intense, transformative sexual energy. This aspect fosters a deeply passionate, sometimes obsessive, attraction.

✨Mars Sextile Pluto: A sexual connection that is both empowering and magnetic, often with a deep emotional bond.

✨Mars Trine Pluto: A harmonious, yet intense sexual attraction with a focus on shared power dynamics and emotional depth.

💕 Venus–Pluto Aspects 💕

✨Venus Conjunct Pluto: Extreme passion and attraction. This aspect suggests an intense, transformative relationship, often with a deep sexual connection that transcends the surface.

✨Venus Sextile Pluto: Erotic chemistry that may not be as overwhelming, but still very deep. There's a sense of profound intimacy and attraction.

✨Venus Trine Pluto: A stable yet passionate sexual attraction that may grow deeper over time, with an emphasis on emotional and sexual fulfillment.

💚 Sun–Venus Aspects💚

✨Sun Conjunct Venus: A powerful aspect for love and attraction, often associated with a deep romantic and sexual connection.

✨Sun Sextile Venus: A loving, easy connection that brings warmth and affection, with a sexual bond that flows naturally.

✨Sun Trine Venus : A harmonious and mutually satisfying connection that brings joy and pleasure in both physical and emotional realms.

💛Moon–Mars Aspects💛

✨Moon Conjunct Mars: A highly charged emotional and sexual attraction. There can be a raw, physical connection, but it may also lead to emotional volatility.

✨Moon Sextile Mars: Emotional intimacy and passion align, with a good balance of affection and physical desire.

✨Moon Trine Mars: Natural chemistry, with sexual attraction matching emotional needs. There’s a sense of flow in intimacy and mutual satisfaction.

❤️Mercury–Venus Aspects❤️

✨Mercury Conjunct Venus: This aspect fosters affectionate and intellectual connection, where communication flows smoothly, enhancing sexual chemistry.

✨Mercury Sextile Venus: A loving, easy exchange of ideas and affection that leads to a comfortable and sensual sexual connection.

✨Mercury Trine Venus: Similar to the sextile, but with even more ease. There’s natural harmony in how each person expresses affection and desires.

💘Venus–Uranus Aspects💘

✨Venus Conjunct Uranus: Exciting, unconventional sexual chemistry that can be electrifying but unpredictable. There’s a sense of sexual freedom, but it can lack stability.

✨Venus Sextile Uranus: A dynamic, exciting attraction that brings an element of surprise and novelty to the relationship’s sexual aspects.

✨Venus Trine Uranus: A harmonious yet stimulating attraction with a desire for adventure and variety in the bedroom.

🩵Neptune–Venus Aspects 🩵

✨Venus Conjunct Neptune: A dreamy, idealistic sexual connection, often marked by deep sensuality and spiritual attraction. However, this can sometimes lead to illusions or unrealistic expectations.

✨Venus Sextile Neptune: Romantic and artistic love, with a sensual, almost mystical connection. The sexual bond feels transcendent and magical.

✨Venus Trine Neptune: A deeply romantic and sexually fulfilling connection with an emphasis on emotional and spiritual compatibility.

🩷Saturn–Venus Aspects🩷

✨Venus Conjunct Saturn: A serious, committed bond that may be slow to develop but leads to deep, enduring affection and sexual chemistry over time.

✨Venus Sextile Saturn: A stable and grounded attraction, with mutual respect and a sense of security in the relationship’s sensual aspects.

✨Venus Trine Saturn: A supportive and mature bond where physical intimacy builds on emotional and psychological security.

❤️‍🔥Moon–Pluto Aspects❤️‍🔥

✨Moon Conjunct Pluto: Intense emotional and sexual attraction, often leading to a transformative and deep bond. This connection can bring both passion and emotional intensity.

✨Moon Sextile Pluto:An emotionally transformative connection, with strong sexual chemistry that can lead to profound intimacy.

✨Moon Trine Pluto: A deep emotional understanding that supports a powerful sexual bond. The couple often feels "psychically" connected.

- @nianeyemystic

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࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆The 6th House talks about how we deal with everyday work, our routine, health and service to others. It is the space where we see how we relate to what keeps us busy, in the most practical way possible ࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆

ִ ࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆˙ Aries in the 6th House: Your routine is anything but boring. You like challenges for sure. You are motivated by a good challenge at work and you never have trouble launching yourself into new experiences. But, be careful not to overload your schedule, because your energy is so strong that sometimes you get exhausted quickly. The important thing is to find balance so that your passion does not turn into exhaustion.

ִ ࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆˙ Taurus in the 6th House: Stability is your mantra. You need a routine that provides you with security and comfort, both at work and in your health. Your practical approach makes you excellent at repetitive tasks, and you take self-care seriously, especially when it comes to good food and rest. The challenge here is to avoid the tendency to fall into routine without excitement.

ִ ࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆˙ Gemini in the 6th House: You always have something to do. You love to keep yourself busy with various tasks, and above all, you need variety. You are not attracted to monotonous routines. You like to interact and learn in your work, so being in an environment that allows you to talk and share ideas is ideal. Health-wise, you are likely to forget to take care of your body because you are so mentally active.

ִ ࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆˙ Cancer in the 6th House: Your work and health are deeply connected to your emotions. You feel most motivated when your work environment has a personal and familiar touch. Routine is important, but you need to feel emotionally supported. Health-wise, you can be very protective of others, but make sure you take care of your emotional well-being as well.

ִ ࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆˙ Leo in the 6th House: You are the kind of person who puts heart into everything you do, even the most mundane. You love that your work gets recognition, and your creativity can shine through even in everyday tasks. Your health is also an expression of your identity: when you take care of yourself, you do it with pride. Avoid burnout from wanting to impress too much, Leo, rest is part of your magic.

ִ ࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆˙ Virgo in the 6th House: The 6th House in your home! You are in your element when it comes to organization, details, and efficiency. Work for you is not just a task; it is an opportunity to hone and serve. Your attention to detail can make you very effective in what you do, but you also have to be careful of the tendency to self-criticism. Beware of being too hard on yourself.

ִ ࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆˙ Libra in the 6th House: You need balance in all aspects of your life, including your daily routine. Harmony in work and work relationships is essential for you to feel good. If your work environment is stressful or disorganized, your emotional health may suffer. As for physical care, it's sometimes hard to maintain a balance if you're too distracted by others. Find time for yourself.

ִ ࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆˙ Scorpio in the 6th House: When you get involved in your work, you do it thoroughly. You don't settle for the superficial; you need depth, even in the smallest things. Your health is a topic that interests you deeply, and even if you don't show it, you obsess over finding the best way to take care of yourself. Avoid extreme cycles of stress that can affect your well-being.

ִ ࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆˙ Sagittarius in the 6th House: Daily routine is hard for you. Your soul seeks adventure! You need a job that allows you to explore, learn, and grow. You're motivated by freedom more than repetitive tasks, so if your day-to-day is monotonous, you can switch off quickly. In terms of health, you need variety in your exercise and a way to release your energies.

ִ ࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆˙ Capricorn in the 6th House: For you, routine is an art. You know how to work hard and how to structure your day to be productive. You are very disciplined when it comes to your health and well-being. The problem is that sometimes you forget to rest because you are so focused on your goals. Don't feel guilty about taking time to recharge.

ִ ࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆˙ Aquarius in the 6th House: Your approach to work is quite innovative and unique. You don't like traditional routines, so you look for original ways to carry out your daily tasks. You are interested in health in an intellectual way and are often attracted to unconventional methods. Maintain your independence, but don't forget to take care of your body while exploring new ideas.

ִ ࣪✮🕷🖇️✮⋆˙ Pisces in the 6th House: Your work has a touch of sensitivity and creativity. You may like to help others in an intuitive way, but you must make sure you don't get lost in the emotional chaos of everyday life. Your health sometimes depends on your spiritual and emotional connection, so finding moments for mental rest is crucial. Creativity can be your best medicine.

[mitfloya]

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

pairings. Yandere Rafayel x gn!reader

wc. 2k

synopsis. You find yourself lost searching for answers that slip through your grasp. There is a mysterious force that lures you back to the vast depths of the sea, a pull that you can't quite comprehend, a strange connection. It haunts your thoughts, you wanted to find out why does your soul keeps guiding you to ocean.

Only to find the truth that you wish to never uncover.

warnings. The following content contains elements of obsessive behavior, yandere thoughts, stalking, possessive behavior, and may include poorly written narratives. Reader is referred to as 'you'. Proceed with caution, as this writing may be unsettling or uncomfortable for some individuals.

a/n. Hiii, I'm back from the dead, I hope it's good (be gentle with me this is my first fic I've created) or evoke some kind of emotions, whatever it may be. I may have gone a little overboard with everything. This will be a small series, maybe there will be 3 parts or up to 5 parts, depends on my mood. Also, this is my thank you gift for the celebration of hitting another milestone on my c.ai acc ♡

The waves, like gentle giants, rolled towards the shore, their white foamy crests crashing against the rocks with a resounding roar. The sound echoed in your ears. With each surge, the water created intricate patterns, as if painting an ever-changing masterpiece upon the canvas of the beach.

Some crashed against the rocks with a powerful force, while others gently caressed the sand, their touch as gentle as a lover's whisper. 

Standing there, your feet were gently lapped by the waves near the shore, your eyes fixated on the vast expanse of the sea, you felt an inexplicable pull, as if there was a profound bond between you and the ocean.

Yet, you couldn't quite comprehend why.

Lost in contemplation, you imagined how the cool waters of the sea would embrace you, enveloping you in their refreshing embrace. It was in these moments that you found solace and tranquility in the presence of nature.

The ebb and flow of the waves became a soothing rhythm that seemed to wash away any worries or troubles that burdened your mind.

Yet, amidst the serenity, there was a sense of familiarity, as if there were fragments of a forgotten memory lurking within your subconscious. Every time you found yourself by the sea or on a sandy beach, a whisper of a memory danced at the edge of your thoughts, just out of reach.

Lost in your thoughts, distant calls of your name went unheard as you drifted into a daze, completely captivated by the sea, you didn't noticed the water has gone up to your knees level. It was only when a familiar hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back from the water, that you snapped out of your daze.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" His voice rang out, a mix of concern and annoyance. "You were about to walk straight into the deep sea! Do you have any idea how dangerous that could have been?" he exclaimed, gently pulling you back to the safety of the shore.

Startled, your gaze locked with his eyes, a blend of deep purple with delicate speckles of pink. In that moment, you found yourself drowning in the vastness of his gaze, unable to tear your eyes away.

His eyes held a mix of emotions, like a tumultuous sea that you couldn't quite decipher. You couldn't help but wonder if your encounter was more than just a coincidence, if there was a greater significance to the intertwining of your paths. The depths of his gaze seemed to hold the answers, yet they also posed more questions, leaving you both intrigued and captivated.

There was something undeniable about the connection you shared, a magnetic pull that transcended mere concern. In that moment, you realized that his eyes held more than just worry for your safety—they held a glimpse of a deeper connection, an unspoken understanding that seemed to bind you together.

The depth of his concern in the eyes are as clear as day, it momentarily puts you lost at words.

The situation slowly sank in, you realized that you had been so absorbed in your thoughts that you had unconsciously ventured into dangerous waters. The level of danger had escalated beyond what you initially thought, as the water had gradually risen without your awareness.

You blinked, your voice betraying a tinge of guilt as you stammered out. "I… I didn't even realize," you admitted, your words laden with a sense of remorse,. "The ocean… it just pulls me in. I can't explain it." Your eyes darted around, avoiding contact with Rafayel.

He sees the way you looked at the sea, sensing that you were searching for something, perhaps a connection or understanding.

In that fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope momentarily danced across Rafayel's face, as if he believed you had finally recollected something significant to him.

…But as he searched your eyes, that tiny glimmer faded, replaced by a mix of disappointment and frustration.

A deep sigh escaped Rafayel's lips, his eyes rolling with visible exasperation. "Oh, please," he scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "As if the ocean has some deep, personal connection to you," he muttered dismissively.

The atmosphere grew heavy with an unspoken tension, as Rafayel's words hung in the air. It was clear that he felt let down, hoping for a shared understanding that seemed to elude him once again.

Rafayel's frustration grew evident as he let out an exasperated huff, pushing away his bangs with an irritated sweep of his hand. "Look, we've got enough problems trying to win this damn classroom competition. We don't need you drowning yourself in the process." His head shook slightly, a clear expression of annoyance etched upon his face.

You felt a pang of regret wash over you, seeing the frustration etched on Rafayel's face. "Thanks for being worried, I guess," you mumbled, your tone tinged with a touch of bitterness. He could've said it nicely at the very least, you thought.

Feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you for nearly getting yourself drowned, you quickly shifted your gaze to the expanse of the ocean stretched out before you.

The colors of the sea danced before your eyes, shifting seamlessly from the vibrant hues of turquoise to the deeper shades of indigo, as if an artist's brush had painted a masterpiece on the water's surface.

You couldn't help but wonder if there was a hidden world beneath the surface. Little did you know, you had been conversing with one of those hidden beings all along.

You noticed Rafayel's hands waving in front of your face, interrupting your oceanic reverie.

"I've heard the locals said that there is a mythical creature who roamed around this water, can you guess what it is?" His voice took on an eerie cadence. His head tilted slightly, as if he was assessing your reaction.

"Legend has it that those who make a pact with this sea creature are granted a special favor," he weave the tale as his gaze were penetrating your skin. "However," he paused, his words dripping with anticipation. "If one were to forget or break their oath, the consequences would be nothing short of catastrophic."

Drawing near, he leaned in, his voice a mere whisper in your ear. "They would face a fate far more harrowing than their most dreadful nightmares could ever conjure." His breath made your skin crawl, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

The tale he spoke of leave you with an eerie sense that there was more to this tale than met the eye. It was as if the threads of the story resonated with a deeper part of your being, stirring emotions and images that had long been dormant.

Yet, you shook off the discomfort, determined not to let Rafayel's words unravel your sense of reality, even as they lingered in your mind, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease.

With a light-hearted push, you nudge him away with your elbow, mustering a witty retort to maintain the casual banter. "Nice try, but I'm not one to fall victim to the legends of mermaids."

Unfazed, Rafayel continues to weave his tale, his voice dripping with a seductive charm. "How so? Don't their enchanting melodies and mysterious allure at least pique your curiosity?"

The weight of his words settled upon you, causing a shiver to ripple through your body. Yet, you maintain your composure, "Well, Rafayel," you taunt, "if mermaids are truly as captivating as you claim, perhaps I should take my chances. Who knows? Maybe I'll be the one to befriend a mermaid."

Oh, you already did and it was more than that.

Your soul remembers him, resonating with a familiarity that defies logic, while your conscious mind grapples with the mystery of who he truly is and where your paths have crossed before.

It's like your souls hold a hidden story, a shared history that teases the edges of your awareness, just beyond your grasp. The unspoken bond that lingers between you cannot be denied, as if your paths are intricately woven together, waiting to be unraveled.

In his presence, you find yourself both anchored and adrift, caught between the intangible and the tangible. The ties that bind you are not of this physical realm, but of a deeper dimension where emotions and memories intertwine like the ebb and flow of the tide.

There is a profound bond between you that goes beyond mere attraction, as if you have shared lifetimes together before.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the water, you and Rafayel became entranced by the moment, surrendering to the breathtaking beauty of the sea.

The scenery sparked a creative fire within you, the gentle dance of the waves mirrored the rhythm of your thoughts, as if the ocean had bestowed upon you the ideal theme for the upcoming classroom decoration competition. It was as if the universe had handed you a vibrant palette, ready to bring your ideas to life.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as an idea began to take shape in your mind. "Hey, what if we choose the ocean as our theme? We could create an underwater wonderland, wouldn't that be cool?" you suggested, your voice filled with enthusiasm.

Rafayel eyes widened with surprise, he took a moment to consider the suggestion. "That's actually not bad," he shrugged, his tone casual yet intrigued. "We could use blue and turquoise hues to mimic the ocean's colors, and hang paper jellyfish and other sea creatures from the ceiling. It'll be like stepping into an enchanting underwater realm."

The two of you continued to brainstorm all the way home, ideas flowing like a current, as you imagined transforming your classroom into a captivating oceanic paradise.

As the sounds of crashing waves slowly faded into the distance, replaced by the comforting rhythm of your footsteps, a familiar banter and laughter filled the air. The easy camaraderie between you and Rafayel created a warm and comfortable atmosphere, where the worries of the day seemed to melt away.

Minutes passed by, as if time had lost its grip on the endless conversations and moments of solace shared with Rafayel. He was like a soothing balm for your weary soul, a safe haven where your restless mind could find peace. His presence was like a sanctuary, where the weight of your worries seemed to dissipate into thin air.

Regrettably, the front gate of your house loomed before you, signaling the end of this cherished connection. With a warm smile, you waved goodbye to Rafayel, a bittersweet farewell that left an ache in your heart. "We'll talk more later, see you at school tomorrow!" you called out, hoping to preserve the thread of conversation that had woven its way into your shared journey.

He reciprocated with a smile and a wave, his eyes following you until you disappeared behind the closed door. As the facade he wore crumbled, a torrent of emotions flooded Rafayel's mind the moment you were safely inside. Frustration tightened its grip, as he struggled to understand how something so vital between the two of you could slip from your memory.

However, a twisted sense of satisfaction settled within him, as he relished in the knowledge of your home, a piece of your personal life that he now possessed, fueling a dangerous determination to claim you as his own.

This was never your home, and it would never be, for he had vowed to create a sanctuary where only he could offer you peace and happiness you deserved.

He knew that he had to do more, to make you realize the depth of his feelings. With unwavering resolve, Rafayel promised himself that he would build a world for you, free from any disturbances or distractions.

No one else would have access to this sacred space; it would be an intimate domain that existed solely for him and you.

"Wait for me, my love. I'll show you how much I adore you."

© mitfloya 2024. Kindly refrain from altering, translating, or reposting my works on any platform without obtaining my consent.

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Ex boyfriend - KHJ

MINOR DO NOT INTERACT.

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Afab reader Word count: 4k Genre: Dark Romance / Smut. It heavily features themes of possessiveness, obsession, toxic relationship dynamics, and explicit sexual content with dubious consent elements. It also contains elements of angst and longing, depicting a highly charged and emotionally manipulative reunion between the characters. Multiple orgasm. Just HJ can’t get enough of the reader. DomDOM!HJ. Sub!reader. Oral receiving (f!m). Heavy profanities. Please note: This content is for mature audiences due to highly explicit sexual themes. It contains strong elements of possessiveness, emotional manipulation, and toxic relationship dynamics, including potentially dubious consent. Reader discretion is strongly advised. A/N: Happy reading. Let me know if you guys need a part 2, I will try to work on it.

The hushed tones of the restaurant had been a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside Hongjoong. He’d only agreed to this dinner, a supposed friendly catch-up, out of a lingering, masochistic curiosity. And then he heard it. Your mother’s sweet voice,

“Oh, darling, we just know you’ll adore him. He’s a doctor, so accomplished, and such a good family man.” The words had been a punch to the gut, each syllable painting a picture of a future that, in his mind, should have been his.

You, at 27, still single, and your family, oblivious to the tangled history you shared, pushing you towards someone new. He remembered the way his knuckles had whitened around his wine glass, the clinking of silverware suddenly grating. You’d caught his eye, a flicker of apology or perhaps discomfort in your gaze, but it had done nothing to quell the fire. He’d smiled then, a tight, almost predatory curve of his lips, excusing himself from the table. You’d followed, of course, drawn by an invisible string that still connected you, even after all this time. The ride to the hotel had been silent, thick with unspoken tension. The moment the elevator doors swished open to his suite, he’d grabbed your hand, pulling you inside with a force that brooked no argument. The click of the lock had echoed in the luxurious room, sealing you both in with the suffocating weight of their past. He’d backed you against the cool, marble wall, his eyes, usually so warm and expressive, now dark and unreadable. His voice, when it came, was a low, dangerous growl that sent shivers down your spine.

“Does your family know that I was fucking you when we were still together? Knowing that you are their ‘no boyfriend since birth’ girl? Do they have any idea how slutty your moan is when my cock is making you feel like this, huh? Bet he doesn’t, doll. I know.”

And then he’d taken you, right there, against the wall, the force of his frustration a raw, undeniable thing. Each thrust was a question, a punishment, a desperate attempt to reclaim what he felt was still his. The air grew heavy with your gasps, his ragged breaths, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. He moved you to the bed, the expensive linens tangling around your limbs as he continued his relentless pace. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, deeper, demanding a response that only he could elicit. His words, punctuated by his movements, were a cruel reminder of the secret world you’d shared. He watched your face, searching for a sign that you remembered, that you felt it too—this fierce, undeniable pull that no arranged dinner, no “accomplished doctor,” could ever replicate. He was an inferno of anger and desire, burning away the years of separation, the polite smiles, and the societal expectations. In that moment, in the throes of their raw, unbridled passion, the only thing that mattered was him, and you, intertwined in a dance of fury and longing.

His words, laced with a venomous possessiveness, echoed in the luxurious hotel suite. “Tell me,” he rasped, his breath hot against your ear as he pulled back slightly, his eyes boring into yours, “does he know about this? About how you tremble when I touch you? About the little sounds you make that only I’ve ever heard?��� You tried to turn your head, to escape the intensity of his gaze, but his hand cupped your jaw, holding you captive. He wasn’t just asking; he was demanding, each word a brand on your skin. He saw the flicker of defiance, the ghost of a tear in your eyes, and a dark satisfaction crossed his features. This wasn’t just about sex anymore; it was about power, about proving a point that had festered in him since he'd seen you across that restaurant table, being paraded like a prize.

“You think some doctor, with his perfect job and his family’s approval, can make you feel like this?” he growled, his hips bucking against yours again, a primal assertion of his claim. He watched your face, the flush that crept up your neck, the slight parting of your lips as a soft moan escaped. He knew he was pushing you, testing your limits, but he couldn’t stop. The years of unspoken resentment, of seeing you move on (or at least, having your family try to move you on) while he still carried the ghost of your touch, were erupting in a torrent of raw emotion.

“No,” he answered his own question, his voice a low, triumphant purr. “He can’t. Because you’re mine, doll. And even if we’re not ‘together’ in your family’s little fairytale, you still belong to me.” He kissed you then, a bruising, possessive kiss that left no room for doubt. It was a kiss that tasted of anger, of longing, and of a dangerous promise that he wasn’t ready to let go. His words, a possessive growl, were the last coherent thought to pierce through the haze that was rapidly consuming you. The kiss deepened, bruising and demanding, a raw declaration of ownership that bypassed your mind and went straight for the primal core of you. All resistance, all lingering doubt, dissolved under the relentless pressure of his mouth, his body. You were no longer in a hotel suite; you were adrift in a maelstrom of sensation, pulled under by a current you no longer had the will, or desire, to fight. He tore his mouth from yours, a ragged breath escaping his lips, only to trail a path of fire down your jaw, your neck, settling on the sensitive hollow of your collarbone. Each touch was deliberate, meant to awaken every nerve ending, to remind you of a pleasure that only he could unlock. His hands, no longer gentle, slid from your face to your waist, then lower, pulling you flush against him. The friction was an exquisite torture, building an unbearable heat deep inside you.

“You remember this, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice husky, laced with a triumphant edge. He watched your eyes flutter shut, your head falling back, a soft whimper escaping your lips. That was all the answer he needed. He shifted, a subtle adjustment that sent a jolt through your entire being, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. He fed off your reaction, his own arousal deepening, a silent confirmation of his control. The first climax hit you like a tidal wave, unexpected and overwhelming, shattering the last vestiges of your composure. You cried out, a sound that was half sob, half gasp, as your body arched uncontrollably against his. He held you tight, riding the wave with you, his own movements a relentless rhythm that pushed you further and further to the brink. When the tremors finally subsided, leaving you breathless and pliant, he didn’t stop. He merely slowed, pulling back just enough to look into your dazed eyes.

“That’s just the beginning, doll,” he whispered, a dark promise in his tone. He shifted you onto the bed, his body following yours, never breaking contact. The soft mattress offered no escape, only cushioned your descent into a deeper, more profound oblivion. He moved over you, his weight a comforting pressure, his gaze never leaving yours. He watched as your pupils dilated, as your chest heaved, as your fingers fumbled to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer still. The rhythm started again, slower this time, a teasing, languid pace that prolonged the agony and heightened the anticipation. He kissed your forehead, your eyelids, the tips of your ears, each touch a spark igniting new fires within you. You were no longer thinking, no longer capable of coherent thought. Your world had shrunk to the confines of his touch, his scent, the relentless thrum of his body against yours. Time ceased to exist. The restaurant, your family, the doctor—they were all distant echoes, drowned out by the symphony of your shared pleasure.

He whispered things into your ear, questions and statements that blurred into an intoxicating hum: “Feel that? Only me, right? No one else... you’re so good for me…” Each word was a hypnotic suggestion, weaving itself into the tapestry of sensation until you were utterly lost in it. Your body moved instinctively, a natural response to his expert manipulation. You arched, bucked, twisted, chasing the feeling, desperate for more, for everything he was offering. Round after round, he drove you higher, deeper, until you were a trembling, moaning mess beneath him. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in even closer, your nails digging lightly into his back. Each climax was more intense than the last, a supernova of pleasure that left you gasping for air, your body quivering uncontrollably. Yet, he wouldn’t let you rest for long. Just as you thought the storm had passed, he would shift, a teasing movement, a knowing glance, and the embers would reignite, flaring into another inferno. You were beyond exhaustion, beyond thought. You were pure sensation, riding the crest of an endless wave of pleasure, carried thereby Hongjoong’s unwavering intensity. Your voice was hoarse from crying out, your limbs heavy and pliant, but a deep, primal satisfaction hummed beneath your skin. You were in cloud nine, a dizzying, weightless state where only his touch mattered, where only his pleasure, which he so deftly intertwined with yours, existed. He had stripped away everything else, leaving you raw, exposed, and utterly consumed by him. As the night wore on, the sounds in the room were no longer words, but a symphony of gasps, moans, and the rhythmic beat of skin against skin. You were an instrument, exquisitely played by a master, producing notes of pure, unadulterated pleasure until the first hint of dawn began to creep through the curtains, casting long, soft shadows across the room.

As the first rays of the sun, still soft and hesitant, began to paint the hotel room in hues of orange and gold, a sense of quietude finally settled. The furious rhythm had slowed to a gentle pulse, the raw cries softening into contented sighs. Hongjoong, his chest still heaving, finally collapsed against you, his weight a comforting anchor. His breath, warm against your neck, mingled with your own ragged inhalations. You were a boneless, trembling mess beneath him, every inch of your skin alight with a lingering sensitivity. Your mind, which had been a blank canvas of sensation for hours, slowly began to reform, but it was still hazy, swimming in the afterglow of pure, unadulterated pleasure. You felt utterly spent, yet paradoxically, completely invigorated. Every muscle aches in the most delicious way, a testament to the countless rounds you’d endured, each one pushing you further into the blissful oblivion he’d orchestrated. He shifted, just enough to prop himself on an elbow, his dark eyes, no longer burning with anger but soft with a possessive satisfaction, tracing the curve of your jaw, the swollen redness of your lips. He didn’t say anything, but his gaze was a question, a silent challenge. He was looking for a sign that you understood that this, this raw, undeniable connection, was real, more real than any arranged dinner or polite introduction. You lifted a heavy hand, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble that had emerged overnight. A soft, involuntary hum vibrated in your chest. It wasn’t an answer, not in words, but it was a surrender, a silent acknowledgment of the storm he had unleashed and the unexpected calm he had brought you to. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, then to the corner of your eye, tasting the lingering salt of your tears.

“Still think about that doctor, doll?” he murmured, his voice now a low, husky whisper that sent shivers through your still-sensitive body. It wasn't a demand, but a rhetorical question, laden with the weight of their shared night.

A small, almost imperceptible tremor ran through you as you scoffed, the words tumbling out with a surprising sharpness. “As if I care about him, you punk. I wasn’t interested. Just let my parents show me around like a fucking trophy award.” The words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the languid sensuality that had just enveloped you both. Hongjoong’s eyes, which had softened moments before, narrowed slightly, processing your retort. A faint smile, a mixture of amusement and a lingering possessiveness, tugged at the corner of his lips. He ran a thumb over your cheekbone, his gaze still intense.

“A trophy award, huh?” he murmured, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. “Good. Because I’m not in the mood to share my toys.” He shifted again, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed flush against each other once more. His hand slid to the small of your back, holding you firmly against him. The possessiveness in his touch was undeniable, a silent declaration that you were, in this moment, his and his alone. The morning sun, now a little brighter, cast a warm glow over your intertwined forms, illuminating the quiet intimacy that had settled between you.

Your retort, sharp and laced with a mock threat, hung in the air, slicing through the tender morning quiet. “Your toy? Do you wish death, Kim Hongjoong?” He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against your chest. It wasn’t a malicious sound, but one filled with a potent mix of arrogance and amusement. He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes glinting mischievously. The earlier storm of frustration had clearly dissipated, replaced by a playful, yet still deeply possessive, confidence.

“Oh, I survived a lot worse than your parents trying to marry you off, doll,” he drawled, his thumb gently stroking the curve of your hip. “And after a night like that? I’d say I’m feeling pretty immortal right now.” His grin widened, a flash of the charming, irrepressible Hongjoong you knew so well, even through the years of separation. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering.

“Besides,” he whispered, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur that sent a shiver through you, “if I’m going to die, I’d rather it be from this.” He deepened the kiss, a slow, lingering exploration that promised more.

You pulled back from his kiss, your eyes, still heavy-lidded from the night’s exertions, fixing on him with a renewed glint of challenge. The playful air shifted, replaced by a demand that was both audacious and undeniably provocative.

“Oh really?” qyou purred, a dangerous smile playing on your lips. “Feeling immortal, are we? Then prove it, Kim Hongjoong.” You shifted subtly, your hips pushing against his. “Prove you deserve this. Prove you deserve me.” Your voice dropped to a low, husky command. “Eat me out. Now.” The challenge hung in the humid morning air. It wasn’t just about pleasure anymore; it was about reaffirming his claim, about an undeniable act of devotion after a night of such raw, unbridled passion.

He laughed, a rich, amused sound that vibrated through you. “I taught you well,” he murmured, his eyes crinkling at the corners. His gaze, however, was anything but light; it was dark with a knowing intensity, a deep satisfaction. “You are my girl, no doubt.”

And with that, he moved. There was no hesitation, no further question. He shifted his weight, sliding down your body, his hands trailing fire as they went. He parted your legs with a gentle pressure, his head descending, his dark hair brushing against your inner thighs. The air in the room thickened, charged with anticipation. The first touch was exquisitely tender, a soft brush of his lips that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through you, a stark contrast to the raw intensity of the night. He took his time, teasing, tasting, exploring every curve and hollow with a deliberation that spoke of intimate knowledge. You arched against him, a soft gasp escaping your lips, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. He groaned, a low, guttural sound of pure satisfaction against your skin, and then his movements grew more confident, more demanding. He found your rhythm, matching it, pushing it, driving you higher and higher with a skill that was both familiar and utterly devastating. The morning sun, now a brilliant golden disc outside the window, seemed to intensify the heat building within you. You were a symphony of sensation, every nerve ending alive, singing under his masterful touch. His movements became a relentless, single-minded focus. He wasn’t just performing an act; he was worshipping. Every lick, every suckle, every gentle nip was a prayer whispered against your skin, an offering laid at your altar. The playful amusement had vanished from his face, replaced by a look of intense concentration, almost reverence, as if he were delving into the deepest, most sacred part of you. Your body arched higher off the bed, a desperate, involuntary response to the escalating pleasure. You gasped, then whimpered, then cried out, your voice hoarse and raw. Your fingers tangled tighter in his hair, not pulling in demand, but holding him close, wanting to absorb every ounce of the exquisite sensation he was so skillfully drawing forth. The subtle pressure of his tongue, the warmth of his breath, the insistent rhythm he maintained—it all conspired to unravel you completely.

The first tremor began deep within, a tiny spark that quickly ignited into a raging inferno. Your hips bucked uncontrollably, a silent plea for more, for everything. Hongjoong met your desperation with a fierce devotion, his efforts intensifying, pushing you further and further to the brink. You were a trembling, moaning mess, lost in a swirling vortex of pleasure, your entire being reduced to sensation. When the climax finally broke over you, it was not a gentle wave, but a shattering explosion. Your back arched impossibly, your legs tensed, and a long, guttural cry tore from your throat. Your body convulsed against his face, a raw, uninhibited release that left you breathless and utterly spent. He held you there, even as the tremors subsided, his lips still pressed against you, absorbing every last nuance of your release. He was silent, his own breathing ragged, a testament to the effort and devotion he had poured into you.

The morning sun now streamed fully into the room, illuminating the quiet aftermath. You lay there, heavy-limbed and utterly sated, feeling not just the physical echoes of pleasure, but a profound, almost spiritual connection to the man who had just brought you so completely undone. The last echoes of your cries faded, leaving a profound silence in the room, broken only by your ragged breathing. Hongjoong, his own breath still uneven, shifted, rising to a sitting position beside you on the tangled sheets. He looked at you, a soft, almost reverent gaze in his eyes, before his lips curled into a gentle, knowing smile.

“Come here, darling,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. He reached for the discarded blanket at the foot of the bed, gently wrapping it around you before lifting you effortlessly into his arms. He carried you to the spacious ensuite bathroom, the quiet hum of the ventilation the only sound as he carefully set you down on the marble counter beside the large shower. He grabbed a warm, damp face cloth, and with slow, tender movements, began to wipe away the evidence of your shared passion. He cleaned your inner thighs, tracing the lines of your body with an almost clinical precision that somehow felt incredibly intimate. His touch was no longer demanding or passionate, but gentle, attentive, a stark contrast to the ferocity of the night.

“I know what you're thinking,” he said, his eyes meeting yours in the large mirror as he cleaned a streak of your makeup near your temple. “You’re thinking about work, about your schedule.” He paused, his fingers lightly brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Stay for a few more hours. You’re good. It’s better to be late than absent, yeah?”

You watched him, a knot of conflicting emotions twisting in your stomach. He knew you. Knew the meticulous planner, the driven director head of a company who abhorred tardiness. He knew your habits, your preferences, even the minute details of your preferences, even the minute details of your morning routine. It was infuriating, this intimate knowledge he possessed, a constant reminder of how deeply intertwined your lives once were, and perhaps, still were.

“I’ll buy the things you need,” he continued, as if reading your thoughts, his gaze unwavering. “I will drop you off to work, I have your schedule anyways. I know you.”

That last sentence hit you with a strange mix of annoyance and a faint, unsettling warmth. You hated him for knowing all about you, for being able to anticipate your every move, even the smallest details. It was unsettling how effortlessly he could bypass your carefully constructed walls. He finished cleaning you, his hands lingering for a moment before he stepped back, a small, triumphant smile playing on his lips. You remained on the counter, staring at your reflection. Dried tears, streaks of what you knew was cum, and the slick sheen of sweat covered your body. The sight of it all, the sheer mess of your surrender, made a nervous jitter run through you. Then, a sudden, unexpected laugh bubbled up from deep within your chest. It was a slightly hysterical sound, born of exhaustion, lingering pleasure, and the sheer absurdity of the situation. You, the polished director, reduced to this, by him.

You slid off the counter, pushing past him. “Move, you fucker,” you mumbled, heading for the shower. With a flick of your wrist, you set the water to a perfect warm temperature. The steam began to fill the spacious shower, promising a cleansing heat. You stepped under the spray, letting the water wash over you, rinsing away the physical reminders of the night, but knowing full well that some imprints would remain. As you stepped under the warm spray, the steam immediately enveloped you. Just as the water began to cascade over your body, Hongjoong's voice, husky and low, cut through the hiss of the shower.

“Don’t even think about running off,” he said, the amusement evident in his tone. “And don’t worry about anything. I’ll get you all your proper clothes and anything else you need. I’ll be back before you even miss me, darling. Just... stay put.”

You heard the soft click of the bathroom door, then the fainter sound of the suite door closing. He was gone. The hot water sluiced over your skin, washing away the sticky residue of the night. You scrubbed, methodically, feeling the lingering ache in your muscles, the subtle throb between your legs. The heat from the water felt good, a soothing balm to your overstimulated senses. As the last of the cum and sweat disappeared down the drain, you leaned against the tiled wall, letting the water drum against your back. You were clean now, but the sensation of his touch, his taste, still lingered, a phantom embrace. When you finally stepped out, the bathroom air felt cool against your damp skin. You wrapped yourself in one of the plush hotel robes, tying it securely at your waist. The suite felt strangely quiet without him. You padded back into the bedroom, the morning light now bright and cheerful, making the rumpled bed look even more illicit. You picked up your phone, glancing at the time. It was later than you usually start your day, but you felt oddly energized, a peculiar mix of exhaustion and a vibrant hum beneath your skin. You walked over to the window, pulling back the heavy curtains to look out at the cityscape waking up. The traffic was starting to thicken, distant sirens wailed, and the everyday world resumed its rhythm. You knew you should be panicking, mentally reorganizing your entire day, but a strange calm had settled over you. You were simply waiting. Waiting for Hongjoong to come back, just as he said he would.

[h50europe]

I feel like an oracle. I finished another write-up about Tommy's part in general without reading Tim's interview with EW. It deals with the upcoming episode feat. Tommy as the LAFD pilot he is, but also with him being the lone wolf in the 9-1-1 universe.

Let’s explore Tommy’s isolation and how it shapes his world, especially given his role as a pilot at the 217 Harbor Station with LAFD Air Operations. Then, I'll bring in that tantalizing future episode idea: danger, helicopters, the FBI, maybe even the National Guard or a terrorist attack, and how it could tie into his current state of mind and relationships.

Tommy’s isolation isn’t just a byproduct of his breakup with Buck. It’s been brewing ever since he left the 118, long before Buck even joined the team. Back in the day, Tommy was part of the crew under Captain Gerrard, but he moved on to the 217, chasing a different path as a firefighter pilot.

That shift alone put physical and emotional distance between him and his old squad. Air Ops is a specialized gig: high-stakes, high-skill, but solitary in a way ground crews aren’t. He’s up in the sky, detached from the camaraderie of the firehouse, coordinating with teams below but not sharing their day-to-day grind. It’s a different beast, and while it suits his steady, observant nature, it also sets him apart.

When Buck came into the picture, Tommy wasn’t part of the 118 anymore, so their connection was personal, not professional. But the 118’s loyalty runs deep, and once Tommy dumped Buck (the first time), that crew closed ranks. They’re a family; Buck’s their golden boy, flaws and all, and Tommy became the outsider who hurt one of their own.

Even if Chimney or Hen might’ve once had a soft spot for him from the old days, their allegiance shifted—no invites to Bobby’s cookouts, no casual beers after shifts. Tommy’s not just out of Buck’s orbit; he’s out of the 118s entirely. And at the 217? Pilots and air crews might respect him, but it’s not the same bond. They’re colleagues, not brothers-in-arms. He’s good at his job—damn good—but that doesn’t fill the void of real connection.

Now, post-reunion and that kitchen blowout with Buck, Tommy’s isolation hits a new low. He’s got no one to call. No 118 to fall back on, no partner to vent to, and whatever ties he had at Harbor Station felt transactional, work talk, not heart-to-hearts. He’s the guy who shows up, flies the chopper, saves the day, and goes home to an empty house. Maybe he’s got a dog or a punching bag to keep him company, but even that’s a guess. We don’t know much about his past beyond hints of old wounds, but it’s clear he’s carrying something heavy. The way he picked up on Buck’s Eddie obsession suggests he’s been burned before, and now he’s retreating further into himself.

He might even avoid the bars where 118 folks hang out just to dodge the awkwardness or the cold shoulders.

Enter this future episode, Tim teased—a helicopter-centric crisis with the FBI, maybe the National Guard, or even a terrorist attack. Picture it: LA’s under siege, skies buzzing with chaos. Tommy’s in his element at the controls, pulling off maneuvers that’d make lesser pilots sweat, but the stakes are astronomical. Maybe it’s a hijacked chopper he’s chasing down or a rescue mission in a no-fly zone with feds barking orders over the radio. The 118 are on the ground, neck-deep in the mess, and Tommy’s up above, their lifeline or their last hope if things go sideways. Danger’s his wheelhouse, but this time, it’s personal. He’s not just proving his chops; he’s proving he’s still got something to give, even if no one’s there to cheer him on.

Here’s where it gets interesting. Say the crisis forces Tommy and the 118 back into each other’s orbits. Buck’s down there, reckless as ever, and Tommy’s the one who has to swoop in, maybe pulling him out of a burning building or spotting him from the air when comms go dark. It’s not a reconciliation, not yet, but it’s a moment where Tommy’s isolation cracks. The 118 sees him in action, not as “Buck’s ex” but as the badass pilot who’s got their backs. Bobby might give him a nod over the radio; Hen might mutter a grudging “nice save.” It’s not forgiveness, but it’s a thaw. For Tommy, it’s a lifeline, a chance to feel useful, maybe even seen, after months of being a ghost.

But the danger ramps up. Let’s say the chopper takes a hit, mechanical failure, gunfire, whatever, and Tommy’s forced to make a call: land safely and abandon the mission, or push the bird to its limits and risk crashing. He chooses the latter because that’s who he is: steady and selfless, even when no one’s watching. He gets the job done, but it’s a rough landing, smoke, rotor blades whining. Maybe he’s banged up but alive.

The 118 rushes in, and there’s Buck, staring at the wreckage, realizing Tommy just put it all on the line. It’s not about rekindling romance; it’s about respect, maybe a flicker of guilt for how things ended.

Where does Tommy go from there? If he survives (and let’s hope he does), this could be his turning point.

Maybe he leans into Air Ops harder, finding purpose in the solitude, or maybe he starts rebuilding bridges, small steps, like a coffee with Chimney to test the waters. His isolation’s real, but this crisis could jolt him out of it, even if just a little. Or, if the writers want to twist the knife, he walks away from the wreckage alone, still the outsider, but with a quiet pride no one can take from him.

And then there's the other version of it with Buck in the game:

The crisis peaks when Buck’s in danger, classic Buck, diving into the fray, maybe trapped in a collapsing structure or cut off from comms. Tommy spots him from the air, calls it in, and makes a split-second choice: he pushes his chopper beyond its limits to get Buck out. The bird takes a hit by gunfire or debris, and Tommy’s forced to wrestle it down for a hard landing. Smoke’s billowing, rotors screeching, and he’s banged up but alive.

Buck can’t shake it. Seeing Tommy climb out of that wrecked chopper flips a switch. He tracks Tommy down later, maybe at the 217 hangar, where Tommy’s nursing a bruised shoulder and a coffee. Buck’s awkward at first, all “You didn’t have to do that,” but Tommy just shrugs, “Yeah, I did.” It’s not grand or romantic, just real.

They don’t jump back into anything right away. It starts small: Buck texts to check on him, and Tommy fires back a dry “still breathing” quip.

Then a beer after a shift, no pressure, just two guys who’ve been through hell. The incident lingers between them, a shared weight that softens the edges of their past. Buck’s not blind, he knows Tommy’s alone and sees how the 118’s cold shoulder has worn him down.

And Tommy? He’s wary but thawing, picking up on Buck’s effort to meet him where he’s at, not where Eddie used to be.

The rekindling sparks when Buck invites Tommy over to the house, fully unpacked now, with new furniture and no ghosts. It’s a quiet night, takeout and a movie, but it feels like a reset. Tommy tests the waters, asking how Buck’s holding up solo, and Buck admits it’s been weird but good, less about proving something and more about living. They kiss, tentative but deliberate, and it’s not a fix-all… it’s a start. The next morning, Tommy’s still there, in bed beside him, and Buck doesn’t drop any bombs about “first nights.” They’re just… there, figuring it out.

From then on, it’s slow but steady. Tommy’s still flying solo at the 217, but Buck’s a bridge back to the world, maybe even to the 118 eventually. The crisis didn’t erase Tommy’s isolation overnight, but it gave him a foothold, and Buck’s the one holding out a hand. They keep Eddie out of it. Buck’s unpacked that baggage, literally and figuratively, and focus on what’s in front of them.

Maybe Tommy opens up about his past one night, that old wound from being second fiddle, and Buck listens, really listens, promising with actions more than words that this time’s different.

Where do they land? Not a perfect fairy tale; Tommy’s still got walls, Buck’s still a mess of heart, but the incident forged something tougher than before.

They’re not just rebounding; they’re building. Tommy might never fully shed that lone-wolf vibe, but with Buck, he’s not flying blind anymore.

[the-cosmic-cauldron]

The Astrology of Richard Ramirez: The Night Stalker

Ricardo Leyva Muñoz Ramirez (February 29, 1960 – June 7, 2013), better known as Richard Ramirez, was an American serial killer and sex offender whose killing spree occurred in Greater Los Angeles and the San Francisco Bay Area in the state of California. From April 1984 to August 1985, Ramirez murdered at least fourteen people during various break-ins, with his crimes usually taking place in the afternoon, leading to him being dubbed the Night Stalker, the Walk-In Killer, and the Valley Intruder. He was convicted and sentenced to death in 1989 and died while awaiting execution in 2013. ( source Wikipedia)

Richard Ramirez was both water and fire—the fluidity of an ocean, deep and mystical, and the intensity of fire, burning and igniting. He carried strong, overwhelming emotions and longings. He was a man ignited by extreme passion, yet equally drawn into deep emotional undercurrents. His life was a rollercoaster of chaos, constantly shifting between the bold, untamed flame of his fire nature and the watery yearning for emotional resonance, sensitivity, and inclusion. He craved safe, solid connections that could make him feel secure.

But for this serial killer, something went terribly wrong.

Water collided with fire—and created a violent, catastrophic explosion.

He was only a thread away from becoming an empathetic, compassionate creative. Yet instead, he surrendered himself to the reins of destruction, Satanism, and evil. Death loomed over his psyche—and he loved it.

This is a deep dive into the astrological blueprint of Richard Ramirez—the infamous Night Stalker, the man who invaded homes and stole lives. Through the lens of astrology and nuanced psychological insight, we will attempt to understand what shaped this man, and how his elements turned against him.

Let’s begin.

HOUSE 1: Karmic Growth

Richard’s first house was in Sagittarius. He was wild, untamed—a truth-seeker with a thirst for experiences that made him feel alive. With Jupiter in the first house, he was obsessed with learning, deeply intrigued by ideologies and belief systems, and drawn to anything that made life feel ignited by fire and passion. He didn’t simply have an itch for curiosity—his curiosity overwhelmed him, overtook him. The need to know, the need to understand, was the inner engine of Richard’s mind from a young age.

But he also had Saturn in the first house.

And while Jupiter bestowed him with charisma, luck, and a boundless hunger for growth, Saturn almost immediately shrank that light. Before he could begin to truly live, he was already caught in a karmic trap surrounding his identity. His life from the start was heavy with burdens—self-judgment, deep insecurity, and a gnawing sense of inadequacy that he couldn’t shake. He may have tried to escape this weight through his search for truth, his voracious desire to learn, or his craving for freedom—but Saturn pulled him back, again and again.

He was a karmic child.

A child born into a bloodline tangled with distortion, carrying energies not fully his own, yet completely embedded in him. Jupiter collided with Saturn in his chart, creating a paradox: moments of joy, confidence, and spiritual expansion clashed with restriction, shame, grief, and cruelty—all from a young age. His growth was stunted by the same forces that wanted to help him evolve.

To dim the light of Jupiter even further, his Mercury squared his Jupiter. His thoughts often clashed with his desire for understanding. Ideas spiraled out of control. His thinking was fragmented, contradictory—burdened by Saturn and shaped by trauma. He lived with a mind both craving expansion and plagued by limitation.

His truth-seeking nature became twisted. Jupiter expanded ideologies that were dangerous, unrealistic, and unhinged from reality. Mercury, distorted by the square, became the messenger of thoughts that were magnified into delusions. The result? A mind easily seduced by perverse belief systems. His descent into darkness was not sudden—it was gradual, ideological, and mental.

Saturn in the first house gave him karmic weight. And the ideologies he clung to—steeped in death, destruction, and despair—only fueled his inner torment. Darkness became his language, and twisted thoughts shaped the trajectory of his life. In his desperate search for meaning, he found death. And death consumed him.

HOUSE 2: POSSESSIVE & DOMINANT

His second house was in Capricorn, which suggests he was intensely possessive. His ambition, drive, and desire for success were deeply entwined with the things he was emotionally and psychologically attached to. Once he set his sights on something, he clung to it tightly—refusing to let go. He claimed what he believed was his, and dominance became part of his identity.

However, without stronger planetary correlations in this house, this influence likely remained subtle—present beneath the surface, but not dominant in his outward personality.

HOUSE 3: A FOGGY MIND

His third house was in Pisces. This placement suggests that his early communication and immediate environment were mystical—something he couldn’t fully comprehend, yet was deeply enmeshed in. He absorbed life through feeling rather than logic, diving into experiences with a kind of intuitive knowing. There was a veil over his early reality, and he may have struggled to understand the concrete world around him. His sensitivity to communication was profound, and his mind longed for understanding that extended beyond the physical world.

His Sun in Pisces, placed in the third house, indicates that his identity was deeply shaped by this fog of early life—this longing to understand something spiritual, intangible, and elusive. He often daydreamed or became lost in endless trains of thought. His conversations likely revolved around topics of religion, mysticism, or abstract ideas. His earliest beliefs and spiritual inclinations became the bedrock of his identity, and he may have had early confrontations with the spiritual—ghosts, death, or the unseen.

With his Moon also in Pisces and in the third house, this mystical energy didn’t just shape his identity—it shaped his emotions. His emotional world was sensitive and impressionable. He could feel things around him that he couldn’t fully explain. His language had a poetic quality, and his questions often centered around themes like love, the afterlife, and belief. He was ushered into a different realm of existence—one that felt both sacred and surreal.

His Mercury, also in Pisces and in the third house, creates a third-house stellium. Communication, learning, and his immediate environment were central themes in his life. He sought out information, absorbed the nuances of his surroundings, and likely came from a religious or spiritual community that shaped his thinking and identity. His thoughts were heavily influenced by these early experiences, and what he believed became deeply real to him—even if those beliefs were rooted in illusion.

With his Sun trining Neptune, his thinking easily slipped into the poetic, the dreamlike, the mystical. His mind was not of this world—it floated in realms beyond. Pair that with Neptune’s association with delusion, illusion, and escapism, and you get someone whose mind was constantly reaching for the transcendent. This longing led him to seek out experiences that blurred the boundaries between reality and fantasy. Over time, this may have contributed to the spiritual and psychological fragmentation that fueled his violent path.

Yet, his Sun opposition Pluto points to a deeper conflict—between his Piscean identity and the Plutonian darkness that dwelled within. His longing for transcendence was always clashing with an inner abyss. Light and dark fought for dominance in his psyche, and over time, he aligned with the shadows.

Even deeper, his Moon squaring Jupiter shows that his emotional sensitivity clashed with his desire to grow, learn, and explore. His emotional nature fed into his Piscean delusions, expanding them rather than grounding them. His inner world became an echo chamber of longing, confusion, and fantastical beliefs that shaped a reality distorted by unmet emotional needs and psychological instability.

His early life was drenched in sensitivity, spiritual hunger, and emotional fog—and in that fog, he began to lose himself.

HOUSE 4: NEGLECTED HOME

His fourth house was in Aries, but there were no planetary placements directly correlating to this house. The absence of significant activity here, especially in contrast to the strong third-house stellium, suggests that his immediate environment—his community, siblings, and early friendships—played a far more defining role in his development than his parents or home life.

The fourth house governs the roots, the emotional foundation, and the mother, yet with this space left unlit in his chart, it implies an emotional vacancy or a disconnection from his home. The maternal influence may have been weak, distant, or simply absent. There may have been a lack of nurturing, warmth, or stability typically associated with a strong fourth-house presence. He likely didn’t receive the emotional grounding that is essential in early childhood.

His Sun in Pisces, however, provides insight into the father. The Piscean Sun often represents a father who is emotionally or physically distant—someone elusive, inconsistent, or lost in his own inner world. His father might have been around physically but absent emotionally, perhaps due to alcoholism, addiction, or spiritual escapism. This figure could have been consumed by his own longing for transcendence, leaving young Ramirez without a masculine anchor.

The absence of a firm paternal presence, combined with the lack of maternal nurturing, created a vacuum where he may have struggled to find a secure sense of self within the family. Masculinity might have felt weak, unstable, or unreliable to him. The fourth-house Aries cusp suggests that perhaps there was some conflict or volatility in the home, but without planetary support, it was not a formative source of identity or emotional strength.

Instead, the third-house stellium speaks volumes. His reality was shaped not inside the home, but outside of it. His siblings, his peers, his community, and even older influences became his real foundation. These were the people who molded his perceptions, beliefs, and sensitivities. The bloodline to his Piscean fog—the confusion, the mystical thinking, the hunger for truth���did not start in his living room. It began when he stepped out the front door.

The fog crept in at school, in the streets, in conversations with peers, and under the influence of those who surrounded him during his formative years. The home didn’t offer a safe container, so the outside world became his place of learning—and distortion.

HOUSE 5: NOT MUCH OF A ROMANTIC

Richard’s fifth house was in Taurus, suggesting that his approach to pleasure, creativity, and romance was slow, sensual, and grounded. He likely took comfort in simple, steady pleasures—experiences that calmed his nervous system and gave him a sense of security. He wasn’t impulsive when it came to joy or desire; instead, he sought it in a quiet, measured way. His romantic nature, though present, was unhurried. He didn’t chase love with fire or fury—he longed for it, yes, but he approached it with a certain patience and steadiness. He was anchored in himself in a way that may have come across as laid-back, even “chill.”

However, the absence of planetary placements in the fifth house suggests that romance and dating were not central to his preoccupations or core identity. It wasn’t a defining area of his life. Instead, his focus—especially with a strong third-house stellium in Pisces—was directed toward his internal world: his spiritual longings, his mystical fascinations, and his search for transcendent meaning. The fog of Pisces wrapped around his immediate environment, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy, and pulling his curiosity toward the otherworldly more than the earthly pursuit of romantic pleasure.

While Taurus gifted him with the capacity for deep sensual enjoyment, it didn’t dominate his expression. Romance was not his fire—it was a distant echo, a hum beneath the surface. The true pull for Richard was the realm of spirit, delusion, and the dark river of desire that ran much deeper than simple courtship.

HOUSE 6: WILD LIFE

His sixth house was in Gemini, indicating a restless, inconsistent nature when it came to responsibility, routine, and daily life. He craved variety and stimulation, often shirking the demands of structure. This placement made him mentally active, curious, and highly social—yet ungrounded. There was a flakiness in how he approached his obligations, a nervous energy that made routine feel suffocating.

In this house lies a crucial placement: Lilith in Gemini in the sixth house. This is where the depth and darkness of his inner world begins to take form. Lilith in Gemini suggests that his mental world—his thoughts, ideas, and obsessions—were laced with shadow. His mind was not just curious; it was ravenous. He entertained wild, provocative, and taboo ideas, often rooted in the unconscious. These weren’t passing thoughts—they were obsessions, repressed longings that twisted into fantasies.

With his Piscean nature, a strong third-house stellium, and the expansive influence of Jupiter, these Lilithian themes became enlarged, untamed. His mind skipped between beliefs and ideologies, each touched by a dark eroticism, a forbidden flavor that made them all the more irresistible. And because this energy resided in the sixth house—the house of daily life—these weren’t fleeting thoughts. They were embedded in his everyday existence, woven into his routines (or lack thereof), infecting the fabric of his normalcy.

He wasn’t rooted in healthy structure or responsibility. He was rooted in the mental wilderness of Lilith—dark thoughts, seductive dangers, and uncontainable urges. This daily descent into shadow became disruptive, corrosive. Combined with the fog of Pisces and the distorted influences of his third-house environment, he clung to beliefs that weren’t protective, grounding, or sane.

Lilith in the sixth house made him a scholar of darkness. His routines became rituals of mental indulgence in shadow work gone awry. He walked the edge of a razor—sharp, dangerous, exhilarating. And in time, he stepped over it.

HOUSE 7: CONNECTED TO HIS LONGINGS

His seventh house was also in Gemini, but notably, there were no planetary placements here. With both the fifth and seventh houses lacking significant chart activity, it’s clear that romance, dating, and committed partnerships were not focal points in his life. Longing for women—whether sexual or romantic—wasn’t at the forefront of his psyche.

Instead, his mind was consumed by other forces: the Piscean fog of illusion and mysticism, the expansive hunger of Jupiter, and the seductive shadow of Lilith. These archetypes loomed far larger over his consciousness than any traditional desire for companionship or intimacy.

He wasn’t chasing love—he was chasing mystery, transcendence, and the untamed edge of darkness. His social connections were tools, not for bonding, but for probing the mystical, for unraveling belief systems, and for expanding the reach of his own shadow. Relationships, for him, were a mirror—if used at all—not of love, but of the abyss he gazed into.

HOUSE 8: LACK OF INTIMACY

His eighth house was in Cancer, yet it held no planetary placements. The emotional depth, psychic sensitivity, and potential for true intimacy that this placement could have offered simply weren’t present in his lived experience. What could have been tenderness and soulful transformation remained a hollow chamber—an empty space in the house of death, sex, and rebirth.

HOUSE 9: OBSESSED WITH IDEOLOGY

His ninth house was in Virgo, and this is where things begin to sharpen. The ninth house governs meaning, philosophy, spirituality, higher education, travel, and personal truth. His was ruled by the analytical, detail-driven sign of Virgo—a stark contrast to the foggy mysticism of Pisces that dominated other parts of his chart. His mind didn’t just dream—it dissected.

With both Pluto and the North Node in Virgo in the ninth house, his need to understand wasn’t casual—it was obsessive. His philosophies weren’t beliefs pulled from the air; they were stitched together through endless scrutiny, study, and refinement. He consumed information like a ritual, hungry to understand the “why” behind it all. But with Pisces still heavily influencing him elsewhere, this clarity was often overwhelmed by fog.

Pluto in the ninth brought a desire for transformative truth. He wasn’t looking for comfort—he was looking to crack open reality. His North Node demanded a grounded path, rooted in discernment and analysis. But the pull of Pisces, of Lilith’s seduction, of delusion and spiritual intoxication, tangled this potential. What could have been insight became distorted. What could have been clarity became obsession. And what could have been sacred became desecrated.

HOUSE 10: SOFT SPOKEN

His tenth house was in Libra, and on the surface, this gave him a graceful facade. There was charm here, a social polish, a capacity to appear composed, even likable. He may have come across as polite, soft-spoken, or aesthetically calm to strangers or the public eye. But beneath this curated exterior lay shadows, deeper and darker than anyone could guess.

Still, with no major planetary placements this public persona wasn’t a dominant force in his life. His career, reputation, and social status were likely not central themes. He didn’t strive to be publicly seen or celebrated—his story was shaped more by internal forces than by public pursuit.

HOUSE 11: INTENSE CONENCTIONS

His eleventh house was in Scorpio, and this made friendship, community, and social circles intense and magnetic—sometimes dangerous. He wasn’t drawn to surface-level acquaintances. He wanted soul bonds, psychic mergers, communities that stirred something deep in him. With Scorpio ruling this house, he likely experienced friendships as emotionally charged, filled with unspoken power dynamics, secrecy, or transformation.

And with Neptune placed in the eleventh, this house was also cloaked in illusion. The very communities he sought for meaning and connection also became sites of confusion, deception, and spiritual distortion. He may have idealized certain groups or ideologies, only to be manipulated—or manipulate—in return. What he searched for in others was never fully clear, even to himself. And what he absorbed from them only further fed the growing fog within.

He was, above all, pulled into the Neptunian abyss—seeking spiritual transcendence, deeper truth, and belonging. But fused with darkness, this pursuit collapsed inward. His vision of life became warped. The line between reality and illusion disintegrated, and what was meant to be healing became haunting.

HOUSE 12: TRUTH BURIED

His twelfth house was in Sagittarius, which meant that the hidden parts of him—the unconscious mind, the buried shadow—were also touched by this fire sign. Restlessness, truth-seeking, a desire to escape, to explore distant realms or higher philosophies—all of it lived in the basement of his psyche. But without any planetary placements in this house, these themes remained largely unconscious, unacknowledged, and unexamined.

Why Did Richard Ramirez Kill?

To me, Richard Ramirez’s killings were not rooted in a desire for revenge against women. Instead, they emerged from a skewed perception of reality—one that evolved over time, twisting from an innocent search for meaning and transcendence into something deeply dark and satanic.

His friendships, community ties, and unquenchable thirst for something beyond this world pulled him steadily into the shadows. His mind became a playground for fantasy, knowledge, power, and darkness. It was not a single moment that warped him, but rather a steady layering of influences over the years. His formative environment—his neighbors, his friends, even his school life—laid the foundation for the twisted architecture of his psyche. This is where the shadow took root.

As he grew older, his longings deepened. His ideological beliefs, even when delusional or unsafe, felt real to him. They gave him meaning. He found that meaning in Satanism. With a Pisces stellium and Lilith strongly present in his chart, he was deeply drawn to drugs, which only pulled him further into illusion, radical beliefs, and an ever-widening gap between fantasy and reality.

His killings were echoes of his delusions—acts fueled by beliefs he held with absolute conviction. To him, they were not senseless. They were sacred. They were callings. He didn’t just lose touch with reality—he replaced it. All he saw were the illusions of darkness, and he lived through them as if they were divine truth.

Notable Points in Richard Ramirez’s Natal Chart

• His Pisces stellium is highly notable. His early environment was confusing—shrouded in fog—and he was deeply sensitive to the energies of those around him. His siblings, school life, and neighborhood impacted him profoundly. Every interaction bled into him. At times, he became so enmeshed with others that he lost his sense of self. With his Sun in Pisces, his relationship with his father was likely distant and inconsistent; the father may have been lost in addiction or instability. Richard inherited and deeply absorbed his father’s energy. This Piscean influence touched the most sensitive areas of his being: his identity, emotional world, and mental landscape.

• His Aquarius stellium presents a striking paradox—he was both highly sensitive and emotionally detached. But what he was detached from tells us more: though he was affected by his environment, friendships, and school, he remained disconnected from material reality. He had little concern for possessions or traditional life structures. This made him more radical and ideologically absorbed. He craved unrestrained freedom, which added fuel to the instability of his upbringing. His Piscean evasiveness was compounded by Aquarius’s detachment. He lacked the capacity to clearly perceive reality. With Venus, Mars, and Chiron in Aquarius, his concept of freedom was both a way of life and a deep, unresolved wound.

• Venus conjunct Mars suggests a fusion of love, desire, and primal instinct. This aspect points to a kind of love that consumes—where desire dominates affection. His passion was intense and inseparable from his love language. With so much Neptunian influence, both Venus and Mars were steeped in fantasy. His understanding of love was distorted—idealized through illusion, lust, and primal aggression. The square between Venus and Neptune amplified this further, blending violence and affection into a surreal, delusional force. He was unrooted in reality, and much of his behavior emerged from a fantasy world—one that blurred violence, desire, and love.

• His Ascendant opposite Lilith reveals a stark contrast between how he appeared and what lurked within. Outwardly, he came across as a free spirit—someone ready to live fully. Internally, however, Lilith in the Sixth House manifested as a shadow that infiltrated his daily life. This placement also hinted at mental creativity—potential for fiction, psychological depth, and intellectual exploration. But Lilith’s shadow was unintegrated, persistent. His surface persona clashed sharply with the hidden wildness within.

• His South Node in Pisces, combined with the Pisces stellium, indicates a karmic loop. In past lives, he had already become lost in fantasy, escapism, and spiritual idealism. He reincarnated to find grounding, but instead repeated the same Piscean tendencies. Saturn in the First House suggests that this karmic burden was embedded in his very identity, and he failed to transcend it. His Vertex in Leo in the Eighth House signifies a fated connection to death, darkness, and passion. He lit a flame within the shadows but was ultimately consumed by it. His fascination with death and the occult grew obsessive, pulling him deeper into the distorted dimensions of the Eighth House.

• Lilith square Moon and Mercury created immense tension in both his emotional and mental worlds. With Moon and Mercury in Pisces, his inner life was already fluid and permeable. The dark energy of Lilith infused both his thoughts and feelings, creating a volatile internal fusion. Lilith couldn’t integrate into this watery landscape, and the friction it caused drove him toward the abyss. Pluto opposing his Sun intensified this—he was magnetically pulled into transformation through darkness. The temptation never ceased; it was a razor’s edge that cut deeper with time.

• Chiron opposite Pluto reveals that his wounds and traumas were at odds with his deeper psyche. He couldn’t explore his inner darkness without triggering pain. His efforts to transform often unearthed more wounds, leaving him suspended between healing and horror. His Vertex squaring Neptune made his fate a battleground for illusion and delusion. The opposition to Mars impaired healthy action; the opposition to Venus disrupted his ability to love in grounded ways. These aspects together created an inner war he never stopped fighting.

• His declinations show Saturn opposite Pluto, intensifying the lifelong struggle between karmic weight and transformative drive. Saturn, representing his karmic burden, weighed down his identity from birth. Pluto called him toward deep transformation—but he was never able to fully answer that call. Time and again, he tried to transcend his suffering, only to be pulled back into it. With such dominant Neptune energy, he became submerged in illusion. His reality blurred; his darkness deepened. It seems that whether through internal confusion or external chaos, he was destined for a life of profound suffering—one that eventually led him to fully embrace the darkness he could never escape.

[magnus-marmot]

Needed a sideblog

Spoiler warning: You can generally expect spoilers for all of the Magnus Archives and however much of the Magnus Protocol is out at the time of writing. Each post will be tagged with "written after TMAGP[xx]" to give context for the general timeframe.

I have also started to tag posts with #tmagp salt, #tmagp mercury, #tmagp sulphur, #tmagp luna and #tmagp sol to mark which principles are relevant to the post.

Some of my working theories are summarised under the cut.

My original Tria Prima theory in a nutshell

(original post here, but the ideas are ever-changing)

The metaphysics of TMAGP aren't based on fears but on the three principles: Salt, Sulphur and Mercury. When balanced, it's business as usual. If unbalanced, weird things start to happen.

Salt 🜔 (Corpus, Body): The principle of stability, rigidity and stagnation. The physical, concrete body of a human or any matter. It's what remains after putrefaction. Vulnerable to corruption. Too much salt could lead to both literal and metaphorical stagnation, rigidity or crystallisation. Getting stuck or locked in place. Infectious corruptions, decomposition, death and preservation of bodies. TMA connections: Buried, Flesh, Corruption, End, maybe Dark (as per nigredo or the putrefying stage).

Mercury ☿ (Spiritus, Mind): The principle of volatility, solubility, dissolution, liminality and dualities. Water, air and things that flow. The human mind, or thoughts, knowledge, ideas and rationality. The collective unconscious that holds within it all concepts, ideas and collective feelings. Represents change and infinite possibilities. Too much mercury leads to general weirdness, confusion, physical and mental limits being blurred and dissolved, fluid transformations, people losing their identities and becoming mass. TMA connections: Spiral, Stranger, Vast, Lonely, Eye, parts of Web.

Sulphur 🜍 (Anima, Soul): The principle of combustion, burning (literally and figuratively), transformation and change. The consciousness that bridges mind and body. The emotions, feelings and passions, the driving force. Too much sulphur (or if sulphur corrupts), and it becomes an agent of destruction. Passions become obsessions, yearning becomes an insatiable hunger, people are driven to violence and destructive acts. Catalyses transmutations, actualises mercurial concepts into the physical reality. TMA connections: Hunt, Slaughter, Desolation, other parts of Web.

Additional forces: Sol and Luna

Not yet sure how these fit, but the symbolism is clearly present.

Sol ☉ (Sun, Gold, Celestial Niter): The active principle, associated with fire, light, reason, passion, the Animus archetype, and both the noble ideals and the destructive qualities of humanity. Governs over the heart. It's the source of life and growth, but also the source of destruction. Gold is the purest and most perfect metal, and discovering the solar fire within oneself is often the goal of spiritual alchemy. Also seen as the pure form of sulphur. Should be balanced by the forces of the moon lest it consume everything.

Luna ☽ (Moon, Silver, Celestial Salt): The passive principle, associated with water, coldness, reflectivity, darkness, secrets, motherhood, the Anima archetype, emotional needs and sensitivity, the unconscious, and the dark, suppressed thoughts and desires. Governs over the brain. Often seen as a mirror into the personal and collective unconscious. Silver is the pure form of mercury, and it needs to be unified with gold to produce the Philosopher's Stone. Personally, I associate Luna with the recurring themes of Hunger and internal voids that are reflected on the reality.

My model for DPHW

This model is still unfinished and quite possibly wrong, but it's the best I've got right now. I base this model on the quaternity in the middle of the OIAR logo:

D = Death/Tod ?? = Salt: A passive force, perhaps measuring the prevalence of physical remains where the volatile elements have been separated. This is still the biggest question mark in the theory.

P/S = Power/Stärke = Sol: An active ego-driven force that exposes secrets and makes people go mad with power or the need to be seen. (Kind of like a monkey's paw where you're actively making the wish.)

H/H = Hunger/Hunger = Luna: A receptive force, perhaps representing the personal unconscious, that manifests your inner/secret/unconscious thoughts into reality. (Like a monkey's paw where you don't even know you're making a wish.)

W/U = Weird/Unheimlich = Mercury: A liminal, omnipresent and intangible force that reacts to collective thoughts and dissolves boundaries between realities (including between material/immaterial). Represents the collective unconscious. (Like an AI that reflects its training data but in the most unsettling ways.)

The four Sulphur signs at the corners could symbolise the consciousness/perception of ordinary people, and how they affect each of the four variables by manifesting reality. (I'll have to thank @thanatos-zagreus-shagreus for this idea)

[sweetvixen1996]

Looking at the Kiss the Villain Playlist: Part 2/14

Addicted To The Wicked & Twisted -Palaye Royale: The meaning of this song is pretty simple. This is a song about being with someone who you know is bad for you, but you find yourself unable to leave them. It's also about how this intense dichotomy results in anger and self-loathing. It's not uncommon for the highs and lows of toxic relationships to be compared to the feeling of drug addiction, and it is a motif we'll see several times within this playlist.

The Summoning -Sleep Token: This is one of the few songs on the playlist that is not about a relationship, at least not direction. In this song, the singer desires someone who is not yet his partner. Even more than attraction, he seems to be on the verge of obsession, to the point that the singer is starting to believe that this girl may be his one true love. This is despite the fact that he doesn't seem to know her very well. The singer even ponders if she'd be a good match for him, though he also believes he can work through her flaws.

Teacher's Pet -Melanie Martinez: An intense song about the disastrous and inherently twisted nature of student/teacher relationships, it follows a girl who has entered an unhealthy and predator relationship with her teacher. It plays the eroticism of the fantasy of such a relationship with the girl's attraction to and infatuation with her teacher against the stark, unpleasant reality that the girl is just being used and abused by this male authority figure. However, this song has a somewhat positive element in that, with each verse, the narrator realizes the truth of the situation. With each line, she becomes more becomes more independent and defiant until she is finally able to reject the teacher's 'ownership' and attempts to control her. Overall, the song warns against the dangers of power dynamics in inappropriate relationships, as one party could be taken advantage of by the other for their own selfish reasons. It also demonstrated the harmful emotional impacts of such a relationship, particularly since the mistreated partner is often too young to fully comprehend the situation.

Swim -Chase Atlantic: I've heard this one is about oral sex. I will make no comment on this idea. But other than that, this seems to be a song about an individual who is mentally troubled (or, at least, working through a difficult time) but has also met a lady he is really into. And, despite his issues, the singer has decided to simply enjoy the thrill of this new... situationship and see where things go.

Want Me -Stephen Dawes: There isn't much info or analysis about this song online, which is a shame because it's a bop! Overall, the clearest meaning of this is that of a narrator in a new relationship with someone they perceive as being out of their league but is so happy to be with this person that they're just going to embrace it. Also, while the narrator is clearly identified as male, their partner's gender is ambiguous; I don't know if this was meant to be an LGBTQ+ song, but it can be interpreted that way.

So, what can these songs tell us?

Well, for one, this set of songs is actually more positive than the first five. It probably doesn't seem like it at first, and, honestly, it is more like the relationships in this set are just... less bad, but there is some good stuff, too.

While I think the infatuation shown by the singer in The Summoning is reminiscent of the worrying way people will build up near-strangers in their heads, only to be disappointed (or enraged) when they don't live up to the fantasies. However, if you choose to be optimistic, it's a song about that rush of meeting someone you think is fantastic, and even though you know it's silly, you find yourself imagining a whole future together. Same with Swim. There is something to be said about finding reprieve in the rush of a steamy new connection, even when the rest of your life and the inside of your head is a mess.

A lot of these songs seem to be saying that even when a relationship isn't the healthiest, that doesn't mean it can't be fun or even a genuinely good experience. The pedestal that Want Me's narrator holds their partner isn't a good foundation for a relationship, especially when several lines hint at an age gap between the two and the singer being under their partner's control. However, both parties seem to be enjoying this relationship -even if it is potentially doomed- and the thrill that comes with it so much that it's impossible not to smile along with them.

However, Addicted To The Wicked & Twisted is undeniably dark -almost angry. The conflict of wanting to stay in a bad relationship is one of the most painfully human ones, and it shows the difference between a messy yet fulfilling hookup and trying to find happiness in an unhealthy relationship. And then there is Teacher's Pet, which depicts the dark reality of a seemingly 'hot' taboo relationship, mainly based on betrayed trust in an authority figure, groom, and misuse. But it also gives us hope the narrator will recover. One of the interesting musical touches is that, with each verse, there is an ominous, villainous-sounding laugh (presumably the teacher's) that starts off loud and strong but gets weaker with each reoccurrence as the student breaks away.

So how does this all relate to Gareth and Kayden?

It's important to remember that I'm taking all the songs and mood board pictures at face value for the purpose of analysis because it is more fun that way, not because I think they should be treated as gospel. Some of these songs may just be here for the vibes, so to speak. Teacher's Pet could be on here since it is one of the few mainstream songs about a student/teacher relationship (it's actually one of my favorite songs, period). The Summoning could just be one here since it's a popular Tiktok thirst trap song. We shouldn't expect Gareth to end up killed and cannibalized just because Ethel Cain's Strangers is on the playlist, is what I'm saying.

However, I think it's important to pay attention to the recurring themes and motifs of the different songs. And the biggest one that we can see, even in the first 10 songs, is an element of unhealthy relationships brought on by unstable psyches.

Even by this point, I think we'll be seeing a situation in the book where Gareth comes to want a more genuine, open relationship with Kayden, only to be rejected. If this rejection comes from Kaden initially only approaching Gareth with the intent to manipulate him for some further goal or trauma on his own side remains to be seen.

I've speculated with a few other people that, at a certain point, we will see the two break up only to get back together after a time jump. And part of the reason is that it will allow for Gareth to graduate. While uneven power dynamics are parred for the course in dark romance books, and in most of them, there is a ridiculous, fantastic element to this that adds to the thrill of the pairing. I call this 'the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood dynamic'. However, the power difference between student and professor is... real in the way that it isn't in Kent's other pairings. While that dynamic is one of the appeals of this book, I imagine it will also want to be something she resolves before the end.

I do find it interesting that Teacher's Pet seems to be the only song on the playlist that directly addresses the taboo of their relationship. Most seemed to be focused on overall unhealthy dynamics and manipulation within them. If this isn't true, I will address it later on the line.

I also wonder if it's going to be brought up that Nikolai Is confirmed to have hooked up with at least one of his professors in the past, and I believe it is implied that Killian has as well. These encounters are narratively treated rather neutrally, with their purpose more to show off the level of sex appeal these men have. Whereas it seems that Gareth's relationship with Kayden will be given a lot more weight when it is eventually discovered. Now, is this just because it's an actual relationship as opposed to just sex? Or is it because of the inherent double standard that exists between male and female professors sleeping with their charges? In that, a male teacher or professor will always be viewed as more predatory for the action than a female would.

[sillybruja]

hiii, I hope you're well. I want ask you about two synastry aspects if that's okay!

so I wanted to know your thoughts on Node conjunct Mars synastry in the 12th house and also Lilith conjunct Moon

Thank you so much! <3

Hiya! I can def explain my interpretation on this. Keep in mind this is just my interpretation!

Nodes conjunct Mars

Starting with the Nodes conjunct mars. Since the North/South nodes are all involving some form of karma, as well as the 12H house... paired with mars, the planet of sex, transformation, work, etc... I would say this aspect in synastry can bring a whole lot of change into your life, BUT it could also bring you a lot of of nothing too. When you have strong Node contact, particularly with personal planets, it is safe to say these two ppl came together to sort out, reap, or collect karma together. This synastry aspect is not easy, and I have seen this manifest in numerous ways. One of the most common ways I've seen this aspect play out is usually in a "what could have been" situation and/or situationship. If basing romantic compatibility on astrology, particularly this placement, I would say it can be very hard to maintain this relationship (not for everyone though) due to the fiery, impulsive nature of mars (or mars person) Negatively manifested, this couple can bicker for days, and sometimes have physically impulsive reactions, or heated debates. More positively manifested and I see two people who come together, feeling like they were on a "mission" in this life time. Given that all of this is happening in the 12H, I think it is fair to say that these two keep lots of secrets together, and from each other -- they probably often dream about each other a lot -- I have also seen this manifest as two people dreaming about their arguments too, and any issues they have. The 12H is also about hidden motives or enemies, what this synastry aspect can suggest is a few things: 1. You two came together to truly not know the motives of the other, but with the goal to learn discernment and trust. 2. This person *could* be a hidden enemy. 3. Both people with this synastry aspect some how sabotage the connection in some way, but they do more so with South Node mars synastry. However, when this happens -- it is often because mars person (or either person) has the wrong idea about the Node person. Sometimes one or both people could be under a delusion about the other person - particularly about their motives, intentions, morals, character etc. More positively aspected, and I see this having potential to be serious, consistent, loyal, and sacred. This could also be a very safe relationship as you feel this other person you have this synastry with knows your heart and soul to the core.

Lilith conjunct Moon

In terms of lilith conjunct moon... I will give my vague opinion because it genuinely depends on who is what placement, and where this aspect is but, I have noticed there is a unique sense of vulnerability the other person brings out of you. People you have this synastry with (romantic or not) will at some point, see you at your worst, and still love you for who you are (this is also for lilith conj. moon natal). I will say, this can be a challenging placement... especially since it seems a big theme of this aspect deals with emotional wounding & reoffending. The lilith person can often trigger the moon person's emotional wounds, especially if those wounds pertain to the mother wound. There's also an element of risk to this connection -- be it actual risk like one or both of you are unavailable (this gives emotional affair vibes), or one person feels a bit afraid to be emotionally vulnerable with the other due to the other's often displaced temperament There is definitely a bit of obsession involved with this aspect, as at some point one or both people feel very deeply invested in one another, and very curious to explore the deeper, darker sides of each other's psyche. Basically, this aspect can suggest a very deep and emotional, sexy connection that could be a bit obsessive and toxic if there's lots of bad aspects. I can also say with most certainty that one of the biggest themes of this aspect involves triggering each other's mother wounds, or in general, bringing up heavy issues with a mother figure. Could also signify that one (or both) of you have a mother who lacks boundaries and crosses the line (or could) with you partner. Lots of rough stuff can go on with this placement too.

[mhevarujta]

You can't deny that Ellen and Orlok loved each other. Eggers has said so himself.

I kind of can though.

In my opinion Eggers created a love triangle that is very much about the possibility of separatism between romantic emotion and sexual appetite. It also seems to be a conscious choice, considering that this was not the case in his 2016 script. You can see in his writing process that Eggers moves from a story where Ellen is tender towards Orlok and even feels confidence in his presence to all those elements disappearing from the script by 2023. Her desire is the only thing that DOES remain. I think it's very telling that people, and even women, have still trouble when it comes to dealing with female sexuality outside of romance, but I don't think that desire has to be somehow validated by love. Still, there will always be those viewers who will try to put Ellen's sexuality into a little box because deep down they are made uncomfortable by it even as they claim that they are accepting and understanding of this fictional character. I don't think this will change.

Moreover, when has Eggers ever said that Ellen and Orlok LOVE each other? I am aware that he has made a Wuthering Heights comparison, but he's stripped Orlok of any of Heathcliff's humanity. This is not Emily Bronte we're talking about. Eggers keeps emphasizing the aspects of sex and death concerning vampires, not love. And while he's certainly said that there is yearning and a connection that goes both ways, even that it's about loneliness, he's also admitted concerning his idea of a demon-lover story that: "It's not so much love, it's obsession. And I think that that's the nature of this relationship."

[sleeplesssmol]

Reverse 1999: Vertin Character Analysis and Theory

Vertin and the “Hidden Desire”

I'll be exploring the Gluttony Amplification Material and how it potentially relates to Vertin. Unlike the Psychubes, Gluttony is not a conclusion built upon Vertin’s thoughts and reflection. Instead, Gluttony is “a desire hidden in the depths”. I examined this under a mostly biblical lens because Reverse1999 loves to use Biblical references. Word Count 1600+

Relevant Background Information

Psychubes are an element of an arcanist's thoughts. They provide buffs/abilities. The more you ponder, the more you gain (in game description). Vertin can reflect and meditate in a process called pneuma analysis (resource stage) twice a day, where she acquires lesser Psychubes, Thought Elements, and Thoughts in Entirety. 

Thought Elements: an element of an arcanist’s thoughts. There are so many ways to organize the mess: the furnace that burns and the blade that cuts…but I wish to keep it the way it is.

Thoughts in Entirety: an arcanist’s complete thoughts. As the disorganized has been organized, the darkened vision lightens, ideas are finally taking shape in my mind.

These are the building blocks for greater ideas, which would be higher level Psychubes. On the Psychube page in the Atlas, you will also see the phrase word anamnesis. 

In Platonic philosophy, anamnesis is a process of rediscovering knowledge that the soul already possesses but has forgotten. Plato stated the soul has pre-existing knowledge that is brought back to consciousness through the process of questioning and recollection. However, in Christian and Catholic contexts, anamnesis is recollecting the “Passion, Resurrection, and Ascension of Jesus”. In other words, remembering Jesus’s sacrifice and honoring his memory (this is an oversimplification for the sake of brevity). In general, we can think of anamnesis as a profound reflection or recalling of events.

To summarize, the Psychubes interlap with Vertin's emotional state and have been cultivated by her experiences. She reflects, recollects, and creates stronger “impressions” (from the Psychubes). The definition for impression: an idea, feeling, or opinion about something or someone, especially one formed without conscious thought or on the basis of little evidence. These are all emotion/intuition based. Very fitting for an arcanist.

From a lore perspective, the Psychube Shop is a representation of Vertin’s mind as she turns her thoughts into Psychubes. The different prices represent the time and introspection needed to gather Vertin’s thoughts. She needs more complete thoughts (Thoughts in Entirety) in order to afford the stronger Psychubes, which means spending more time doing pneuma analysis (farming the stage). The lesser ideas are also the foundation of strong ones. In the game this is represented by engraving a Psychube to make it stronger. (Note: This is how I connected the game mechanics to the lore, but I'm open to other interpretations!)

Gluttony is not a Psychube and isn't listed in the Atlas. However, it consumes the most Thoughts in Entirety. The strongest Psychubes are worth 210, but Gluttony is a whopping 300. The Snake symbolizes “desire hidden in the depths.” It gorges on Vertin’s thoughts if she indulges it instead of a Psychube. However, if she allows Gluttony to devour her thoughts, she can amplify an existing Psychube. This could be interpreted as gaining a deeper understanding, but to get there she needs to get obsessed/fixated/focused. This is reflected in the large amount of thoughts she needs to invest in Gluttony before she can amplify her chosen Psychube.

But what exactly is Gluttony and why is it slithering around in Vertin’s soul? 

The Serpent and the Sin

Gluttony is represented by a snake, which we can also refer to as a serpent.

In the Bible, snakes are often associated with deception and temptation. The serpent in the Garden of Eden is commonly interpreted as a symbol of Satan tempting Eve to disobey God. Snakes also represent danger and evil.

In the biblical story of the Garden of Eden, the serpent tempts Eve to eat the forbidden fruit (Apple) from the Tree of Knowledge. The serpent challenges God's command, suggesting that eating the fruit will not lead to death but rather make Eve and Adam godlike, “knowing good and evil”. The serpent manipulates Eve, creating doubt about God's intentions and enticing her with the idea of gaining knowledge and wisdom. Eve eventually succumbs to the temptation, eats the forbidden fruit, and shares it with Adam. Their disobedience led to their expulsion from the Garden of Eden. The story is a lesson on disobedience and its consequences. The snake was also cursed by God to crawl on its belly and eat dust.

While snakes aren't evil in every context, keep this story in mind.

With the Snake symbolism established, we can look at the Sin.

The Seven Deadly Sins are Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride.

Going a step further, Lust, Gluttony, and Greed share a theme: excessive desire. People carrying these sins are deemed insatiable. 

Gluttony refers to excessive indulgence in food or drink. It involves overconsumption beyond what is necessary, often driven by an unrestrained appetite or desire for pleasure. It’s a sinful behavior due to its focus on self-indulgence and lack of moderation.

However, we haven’t seen any behavior to connect Vertin with Gluttony. In fact, she displays the exact opposite and reflects Gluttony’s counterpart: Temperance. Temperance is one of the Seven Virtues (opposite of Seven Sins). According to Wikipedia Temperance is the practice of moderation and voluntary self-restraint. It involves refraining from vengeful actions through mercy and forgiveness, avoiding arrogance through humility, and curbing excesses like luxury, overindulgence in food and drink, as well as managing rage through calmness. This is Vertin’s whole persona as the stoic Timekeeper. She asks for nothing, but is always ready to give. During Green Lake, we see her explicitly say things like she doesn’t have wishes because she already has everything she needs but she goes out of her way to fulfill other people’s desires.

So Why a Snake? Why use the term Gluttony? 

In Vertin’s case, I’d say a “hunger for knowledge” suits her. She wanted to know the outside world to the extent of letting herself get hurt in (electric fence and punishments from teachers) in the process. She craved more while everyone else obeyed the Foundation and stayed in their lane. Smoltin could never be satisfied within the Foundation’s walls.

While it’s true she had an insatiable curiosity, she is not Eve in this story.

She was the Serpent.

During the break away event, Vertin enticed the other children to disobey. She tempted them, just like the snake who tempted Eve. She challenged everything they knew the way the Snake planted doubts about God. The other children were swayed by her which ended up getting them Reversed. Now she is the Timekeeper, doomed to helplessly watch history repeat as she loses friends and allies. The snake was cursed to crawl on its belly, and she was cursed to brave the Storm as Eras end.

Maturity and trauma go hand in hand since children who experience trauma are forced to grow up faster than others. Vertin wanted “too much”, and look at where it got her. She has her own goals and desires of course, but Vertin doesn’t ask for much compared to her crew. Vertin is also a victim of other people’s greed like Constantine, and as of recently, Arcana. What if she’s afraid she’ll become like the people who hurt her and her friends? Who continue to hurt her physically and emotionally?

Gluttony could be what Vertin perceives as her sin. She could have a skewed perception of herself. She wants things like everyone else, but wanting things is “wrong.”  Wanting too much will make her hurt people. This is why Gluttony is part of her psyche along with the psychubes she manifests. It’s not a conclusion or idea she needs to come to because it's already coiled up in her mind. It lives there. To clarify Vertin has desires but chooses not to act on them. Its similar to not being able to control your emotions, but you can manage how they manifest to some degree.

The repression is intense.

“The snake is hissing to find its way. It is now clear where to go and what to bite. It opens its mouth, it protrudes its fangs, it sinks them into the prey.”

Fun fact, snakes are predators that can unhinge their jaws to eat their prey whole after they subdued them. It fits right into the concept of Gluttony. Idk how you want to interpret this but to me it shows someone who knows what they want, knows how to get what they want, and has the means to claim it without hesitance. Yet, Vertin doesn't indulge this part of her (Unlike Constantine and Arcana). What do you think? There are so many ways to interpret this!

TL;DR: Psychubes are linked to Vertin's emotions and experiences, cultivated through reflection and meditation in a process called pneuma analysis. Anamnesis, mentioned in the game's Atlas, connects to Platonic philosophy and Christian contexts, representing a profound recollection of events. Gluttony, symbolized by a snake, consumes Thoughts in Entirety, reflecting excessive desire and temptation akin to the biblical story of the serpent in the Garden of Eden. Despite Vertin's displayed Temperance, Gluttony resides in her heart. Her trauma represses many of her “hidden desires”.  The symbolism of Gluttony, both in the lore and game mechanics, adds depth to Vertin's character.

Disclaimer: there is also a serpent on the Insight Material “Fruit of Good and Evil” but that will be a discussion for another time because we’re focusing on Gluttony.

More Psychube Stuff:

[2and2makes5]

Media Analysis: Hetalia Axis Powers (Eps. 1 - 19)

I knew this one was coming. I've always known about Hetalia Axis Powers for the longest time, as I used to see it everywhere while growing up on the internet. I was never into it because of the amount of Yaoi content I've seen on the internet about it and I assumed that was what it was all about. However, I was mostly wrong about that. These first 19 episodes of Hetalia may seem like a light hearted comedy on the surface, but deep below, this show reflects deeper social and cultural dynamics embedded in the anime fandom. Using another reading from this week, World Conflict/World Conference: Axis Powers Hetalia by Sandra Annett, it can be shown how this show of personifying nations as attractive young men is a fantastic way to portray world history and how it manages to open up to a certain audience: young women.

Characters like Italy, with his infamous pasta obsession, or England, with his tsundere disdain for France, are not just historical caricatures; they’re built with "moe elements", designed to inspire an emotional connection. As Annett points out, these traits are very appealing to fujoshi fans, women who enjoy media with romantic relationships between male characters, who often consume this type of media for character dynamics rather than the story. For example, America's flashy "hero" persona contrasts well with Japan's restraint, which is a fan-fiction-creating factory in and of itself. This type of stuff allows for communities to grow and for creativity to flourish.

I'd also like to point out how short these episodes are. The five minutes that each episode lasts perfectly mirrors the idea of database consumption that Annett describes. One episode goes from talking about diet plans and then goes into personifying the Cold War's awkwardness. The idea here is that fans don't need a story; they need points for their favorite parings of characters, jokes, and interpretations.

Outside of the Yaoi and all that, Hetalia Axis Powers does do an excellent job at reimagining political topics in ways that people can better understand, turning history into something deeply personal and global.

[aesethewitch]

Watermelon Salad Spell Recipe - Summer Solstice Feast

Every year, I do a feast for each of the solstices and equinoxes. This is the first recipe for the 2024 Summer Solstice! My main goal for the overall meal is generating energy, preparing for the darkening half of the year, enhancing success for upcoming projects, and celebrating the sun. These themes repeat throughout the meal in a variety of ways.

I always serve seasonal fruits as snacks before a feast, and that’s how this watermelon salad recipe started. Now, I prefer it as a delicious side dish to provide a burst of freshness. It brings a distinctly Summer feeling to the meal that other salads don’t quite manage. I suggest getting fresh, local produce at a farmer’s market or local stall if you can! Local-grown watermelons just hit different.

Ingredients:

1/2 of a Large Watermelon 2 c Fresh Spinach 1/2 c Feta, crumbled 1/8 c Balsamic Vinegar (or to taste)

Instructions:

Wash your spinach and then pat dry.

Cut the watermelon into one-inch cubes.

In a large bowl, toss the watermelon, spinach, and feta together until well combined.

Drizzle with the balsamic vinegar.

Serve immediately. If not serving immediately, wait to drizzle the balsamic vinegar until just before serving and refrigerate the watermelon, spinach, and feta mixture.

Recipe Notes:

I first had this salad at a local sandwich shop one summer. I’ve been obsessed ever since. It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s absolutely delicious.

If you don’t like balsamic vinegar, you can omit it. Instead, I would suggest a sprinkling of salt and pepper to give it a little more depth of flavor. You could also use another type of salad dressing, but I would advise against using something with strong flavors that would overwhelm the watermelon flavor.

The amount of feta in the recipe is a suggestion. I often end up adding more than half a cup, because I like it. Half a cup is the minimum amount I would suggest.

This is a must-have in my picnic baskets and at summertime parties. If you’re making this for a crowd, I would suggest doubling the recipe and using a whole watermelon. I tend to go for one without seeds, but you can choose whatever type you prefer.

To make this a more fortifying main dish, I’ve added cubed or shredded chicken to the mix. You could also toss in a bit of tofu if you prefer to keep things vegetarian.

Magic Notes:

Watermelons are about 90% water. This means they have a strong connection to the element of water and its properties. In my practice, this means it has elements of healing, calm, wisdom, and emotion. In particular, also thanks to the color and personally-studied effects, watermelon is useful for workings surrounding romantic love, self love, and joy.

Spinach is my favorite leafy green, and it’s also good for you! I associate it heavily with health and wellness, but it’s lent itself well to workings surrounding wealth and success, too.

Balsamic vinegar is made from grapes! Like wine, it’s an aged product that requires a lot of time and patience before it’s ready to use. And like wine made from grapes, it can be associated with a range of things like love, abundance, and harvest. I find that ingredients which have been aged or which require a long time to produce make excellent contenders for magical workings surrounding hard work and gratitude.

Put them all together (with the rich, salty feta cheese), and you’ve got a recipe that can lend itself toward any number of purposes. For the Summer Solstice, I’m emphasizing the qualities of joy, wellness, and hard work. The idea is to acknowledge the work that’s already been done and prepare for the second half of the year, imparting energy and motivation on whoever eats the salad.

If your watermelon has seeds, you can either leave them in if they won’t bother you, or you can remove the ones you’re able to get to while cutting the melon into cubes. Set them aside to dry slightly, and you’ve got a new component for another spell! Seeds of most sorts are good for blessing new projects or endeavors. Because their fruit is so large, I tend to associate watermelon seeds with bringing about big changes or big successes — new careers, blessing a garden for a large harvest, seeking a new home, and so forth. In my mind, the bigger the goal is, the bigger the seed’s fruit (or plant, if it’s a tree seed) ought to be.

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[awkward-anxiety]

Hey there! My name’s Teddy! I'm 23 and looking for a long-term, detailed roleplay partner who loves angst, slow-burn romance, and deep character development. If you're all about in-depth storytelling, emotional intensity, and exploring characters in unique ways, we’ll get along GREAT!

✨ A Little About Me:

Been RPing since I was 17, starting on Amino and later Discord. Took a small break last year, but I’m back and ready to create epic stories!

I value quality over quantity- I don’t need 1,000-word responses, but I love exploring characters and their development.

I’m all about found family dynamics, emotional arcs, and intense, plot-driven stories. If that sounds like your vibe, we’ll mesh well!

Pronouns? I’m a multi-pronoun mystery, He/They/She/It/We, whatever feels right. 🌈💫 I’m also genderqueer and genderfluid, just in case you need to know for character interactions.

I’m a proud film graduate and a digital artist. so, brace yourselves for some wild visuals! 🎨✨

🎭 EPIC: The Musical RP 🎭 We’re diving into the world of EPIC: The Musical, a roleplay universe where gods, heroes, and mortals alike belt out powerful songs, filled with emotional highs and lows. Whether it’s battling divine forces, navigating slow-burn romances, or dealing with the angst of tragic pasts, this musical setting takes us through a whirlwind of drama, raw emotions, and heart-stopping tunes.

💖 Looking for Characters & Ships: I’m obsessed with the following ships and dynamics from mythology, especially with those emotionally charged arcs. Feel free to hit me up if any of these spark your interest!

Odysseus x Polites

Odysseus x Penelope x Polites

Odysseus x Hermes

Odysseus x Eurylochus x Polites

Hermesias

Telemachus & Odysseus (PLATONIC Father and Son roleplay)

(OdyPen is my OTP for this Fandom but I very much prefer MxM dynamics.)

These characters are so much more than just heroes or gods—they’ve got deep emotions and complicated relationships that will make the musical moments even more powerful. From high notes of triumph to heartbreaking ballads, the dynamic range is endless!

🎭 I’m Happy to Main:

Apollo

Hermes

Odysseus

Polites

Telemachus

If you’re interested in any of these characters, I’d be more than happy to take them on for the roleplay! I’ve got a ton of headcanons and ideas to explore with each of them, and I’m really looking forward to diving deep into their emotional arcs in this musical world.

🎭 Plot Ideas I’m Into: I love character-driven plots, so I’m down for brainstorming something epic and emotionally intense. Here are a few ideas:

Post-Storyline AUs – Continuing after a major event or years later. The songs reflect the journeys they’ve endured.

One Stayed, One Left – One character moved away, and they reconnect years later, with new musical numbers that reveal their emotional growth.

Foster Care AU – One character, jaded and angry, opens up with the help of the other, with vulnerable songs of heartache and healing.

Summer Camp Counselors – Unexpected connections at a summer camp, leading to feel-good numbers with some dramatic moments!

Artist x Theater Kid – Opposites attract in an artsy, chaotic way with a musical theater twist.

College AU – New beginnings, friendships, and navigating life with a coming-of-age soundtrack.

Group Therapy AU – Characters meet while working through personal struggles, with emotional, gut-wrenching solos and duets.

Modern AU- Pretty Self Explainatory

🔄 Open to New Ideas! I am VERY open to new ideas and storylines from a roleplay partner! If you’ve got a plot or character dynamic in mind that isn’t listed here, let’s talk! I’m all about brainstorming and bringing new, creative elements into our stories. Let’s make something unique together that we both enjoy!

⚠️ Boundaries & Triggers: I love writing angst, but there are a few things I’m not comfortable with:

No excessive gore/violence or gun-related topics—I’m uncomfortable with these.

No car crashes or hospital settings—it’s a personal trigger.

I prefer realistic character development for darker themes (e.g., depression, suicidal ideation).

18+ RP and Adult Content:

I prefer roleplay partners to be 18+

I’m open to more adult content in the roleplay, but it must be discussed first. Consent and communication are key for me, and I want to make sure we’re both comfortable with the direction we go in.

📌 RP Preferences:

Canon characters only – I love using established characters (side OCs can be discussed).

Third-person only – Let’s keep it professional and immersive!

No script-style RP – I prefer full sentences, no asterisks or “hfjskdj” in dialogue.

For romance, characters should be 17+, and 18+ for NSFW content.

I match responses but prefer semi-lit to literate replies.

📩 Interested? Let’s Chat! 📩 If you’re vibing with this EPIC: The Musical universe, where gods, heroes, and mortals sing their hearts out while battling emotions, feel free to DM me on Discord (@awkward_anxiety)! I love brainstorming and chatting OOC, so don’t hesitate to reach out. Let’s make some musical magic together! 🎶✨