#it's a weird subconscious thing that happens sometimes

[novy2sirius]

numerical notes vol. 9

- numerology readings for sale!!!

tw: death, bullying, freak accidents | find ur numerology ♡

⋆ ppl born on the 3rd/12th/21st or 3 life paths often have a baby face or youthful features and get mistaken for being younger than they r all the time. they do age very well tho

⋆ we become better ppl by doing things for others. that’s what helps our soul improve. this is why ppl w 6 energy tend to be the best ppl bc 6 is the most giving and caring number. their literal purpose (if 6 is their life path number, day number, or attitude number) is to do things for others and help others in some way

⋆ often 7 life paths or ppl born on the 7th/16th/25th r seen as bad ppl when they don’t mean to come off that way. they’re one of the most misunderstood numerical energies. it’s not that they literally hate ppl but they just tend to enjoy being alone more than going out all the time or partying. they’re often very shy too. especially if a person has multiple 7 energies they can be rly quiet ppl or perceived as weird when they don’t mean to come off that way. an example is madeline argy - she has 3 seven energies and said she didn’t talk at all when she was at school when she was younger and her teachers all thought she was weird and she didn’t have any friends for a while

⋆ ppl with 9 energy can be rly paranoid due to insecurity. ppl with 13 energy can be rly paranoid due to fear and anxiety. these two energies r always analyzing others and on the lookout in case something bad happens. although the difference between the 9 and 13 is that the 13 isn’t as forgiving. if a 9 does end up being paranoid for the right reason and their suspicions were right sometimes they’re too forgiving and let ppl walk all over them. it’s only bc they usually r very compassionate toward others and the things they do since they’ve been thru a lot themselves. they try to be understanding and accepting of ppl for their faults

⋆ people w 4 and 8 energy tend to be the best drivers. not sure why i think it’s just bc these numbers like things to be in order and like to have control in situations. when things r out of line it can bring them lots of stress. they’re the type of ppl who stay at the exact speed limit. these ppl still do have bad road rage tho. just not as bad as ppl with 1 energy and the way they road rage

⋆ spiritual rank is definitely real in my opinion. no matter what ur numerology is if u hurt a master number (11, 22, 33) or 3’s (favorited by the matrix) then u will not just receive karma but ur entire life can literally fall apart. unless u r simply just defending urself. there’s never anything wrong w that. however, bullying or repeatedly attacking these older souls for no good reason is harmful to ur life. it’s bc these master numbers have been thru a lot of karmic lessons and incarnations to be where they’re at. this gives them an extremely powerful energy and makes them very spiritually divine ppl (more so than other numbers). avoid messing w divine contracts

⋆ ur name is the vibration of ur soul that ur parents subconsciously picked up on while u were in the womb/when u were born. it’s not something that’s an accident. letterology is very important although not as important as ur other numerical energies!

⋆ the reason why there’s been so many deaths this year is bc it’s a 9 year (2+0+2+5). there’s also been a lot of plane crashes and other types of freak accidents. in 2026 this all will come to an end. 9 is the number of death

⋆ as long as 8 life paths live a righteous life and aren’t bad ppl they will be able to gain wealth. if they do gain wealth and abuse their position of power tho it can lead to bad things and the loss of money. they also need to be careful of how they spend their money once they do gain wealth bc often they spend it impulsively

⋆ if ur child is born on the day of ur lucky number they can bring lots of luck and abundance into ur life. even wealth. for example, if ur lucky number is 23 and they’re born on the 23rd or r a 23 life path (unreduced) then they can bring fortune into ur life

[soniluuuu]

I Shift So Much It’s Scary (But Not Scary Enough to Stop)

Okay so y’all, it’s been years since I posted on this account. I’ve had this on-and-off relationship with shifting — except now, I’m fully on it. Like, I try to shift three times a day. I’m not even burning out. I just can’t not try. Every time I lay my head down on a surface with the intent to fall asleep I feel like if I’m not attempting to shift, I’m wasting it. I don’t care if I’m in a car, with people, in public, middle of the day, night, morning. If I have the opportunity to try I will take it.

I need to see my DR. The world I spent hours building, the people I love there — I want it so bad that it physically feels wrong not to try. So yeah. Three times a day, minimum. And I’ve actually shifted a lot. Like, a concerning amount. I get these little mini-shifts multiple times a week — not full-blown “eyes open, DR scenery” shifts, but enough to make me believe I’m right there.

And sometimes, it gets weird. So here are the freakiest moments:

The 6AM That Wasn’t

There was this one time — kind of terrifying, not gonna lie — I thought it was like 6 a.m. I was in that just-woke-up haze, and I felt someone beside my bed. When they walked up I like felt them bump into my bed and felt the bed move because of it, like physically felt it. I assumed it was my dad because my parents sometimes just stand by my bed like Sims and wake me up by talking at me. So with my eyes still closed, I muttered, “You scared me, I thought you were someone else.”

I felt the presence. I felt them bump the bed as they walked by. I felt light behind my eyelids like morning sun. And I felt an area with a shadow where the figure stood. I fully believed there was somone there, (mind you in my Dr I was supposed to be woken up my someone). I thought it was in my room and that it was around 6:00 A.M so when the person beside me wasn’t responding….

I opened my eyes.

It was pitch black. 2:00 a.m. No one was in the room. Not even a sound.

So yeah. That happened. I could have freaked out and called an exorcist but for some reason it wasn’t as scary as it should have been I really thought it was my dad.

The Breakfast Glitch

One night as I was trying to shift I visualized this what would happen when I’d get there. I’d wake up to my DR parent saying, “Get up, we’re having breakfast in five .” It was first day at Hogwarts vibes. And I smelt the breakfast downstairs as I visualized looking at myself in the mirror and watching my face and brushing my hair.

The next morning — CR, mind you — my real parent said the exact same words at the exact same time.

My parents would never say that. Anyone who knows me knows my family gives me a 20-minute warm-up window because I wake up because I wake up angry and groggy. But that day? Perfect match. Scripted behavior. DR-style. And it’s never happened again.

Dialogue That Writes Itself

I’m not great at inventing dialogue. When I was a kid, I hated playing Barbies alone — if I already knew what the other Barbie was gonna say, it felt boring. But when I visualize my DR while trying to shift the words just happen. I don’t have to think. It’s like they’re talking to me — not because I’m controlling it, but because I remember.

They say what they would say. Not what I want them to. It’s like memory, not imagination.

The Smell Phenomenon

Smell is not something you can imagine well — let alone wake up from. Like sure, sound, touch, pain — those can wake you. But smell? No. That’s subconscious.

Except… when I shift? I smell things. Like, clearly. I’ve smelled my DR breakfast, DR shampoo, the DR people I love. And I know — I know — it’s not a dream. You don’t just invent a specific cologne and attach it to someone’s wrist unless you’ve been there.

The Sensation Dump

Sometimes it feels like I’m falling through the earth. Not like dreaming. Like… trampoline-collapse-through-the-void type shit. Like my soul is getting sucked out of my body and dragged downward. The bed becomes heavy. I see flashes of light. My heart races. I forget where I am.

Not like “groggy morning” forget. I mean fully confused. I open my eyes and have to relearn where I am. That’s never been a thing for me. I usually wake up mad but sharp. So when I’m disoriented? I know something happened.

My Method (if You Can Call It That)

I don’t really have a method. My method is:

“fuck it, we ball.”

That’s it.

Sometimes I play subliminals. Sometimes harp music (I play the harp in my DR). Sometimes old songs that tie to DR memories. I lie down starfish-style — yes, I thought we left that in 2020 too but guess what? It still hits. I trained myself to sleep that way in 2020, and now it’s just how we do things in this household.

Blindfold on. Eyes closed. I just think. I think about scenarios, memories, random-ass details. That’s usually when I hit the flow state — when the memories start remembering themselves.

I don’t do affirmations mid-shift attempt. They mess with my flow. I do them before. I tell myself:

“This will be the time.”

“Even if I fail, I’m one attempt closer.”

Like that quote:

“What if it takes 30 rejections to get what you want? Every rejection is just one step closer.”

So that’s how I see it. Every time I don’t shift, I’m like, only 12 to go!

And if someone tells me otherwise? I simply say:

“Who the fuck are you to tell me it’s not working?”

Flow State to Sleep

Once I’ve done all that — affirm, visualize, tie in the emotion — I stop controlling it. Thoughts drift like water. CR, DR, whatever. I let them go where they want. And I let that be proof of how close I am.

I don’t pretend I’m already THERE — that feels fake to me. But I do believe I’ll wake up there. That’s how I prefer it. Waking up in my DR, not blinking into it while conscious. Let it be a soft landing. I do think I already shifted though, and I know that sounds contradicting but HEAR ME OUT! I already exist in my DR? I’m already mentally aware of my DR to an extent the sensations the feelings the everything so- I already shifted and did all the heavy lifting in the 4D now I’m just chillaxing and waiting for the 3D to catch up.

I usually end with triangle breathing. I’m obsessed with triangles — don’t ask — so I visualize the lines while I breathe:

• Out: one side of the triangle

• In through belly: second side

• in through chest: third side

…and repeat. It grounds me. Gets me relaxed. Gets me close. I don’t like to hold because it makes me feel kinda claustrophobic and out of breath so this just works for me.

In Conclusion?

I’m gonna keep trying.

I am close.

And I’ll post some of my DR scenarios soon — especially from my first year at Hogwarts. They’re adorable, they’re detailed, and they make me want to cry from how much I want to go back.

If you’re reading this and you haven’t shifted yet? That’s okay.

You’re not behind. You’re just in the process.

One thread away.

And trust me — I’ll see you there.

[flightlesstrash]

do you ever just dissociate so hard from looking through stuff from your past that you feel like the you that existed during those times

like a you that is a different person with their own memories and way of thinking and feeling and theyre still you but it doesnt feel like it at all

is this even coherent

[luna-azzurra]

How Body Language Changes When a Character Is Falling in Love (Whether They Admit It or Not)

When someone starts to fall, it shows up everywhere—not in the love confession (that’s the easy part), but in the twitch of a smile, in the silence that suddenly feels charged, in the way someone’s hand almost reaches out before pulling back.

╰ They start listening… with their whole damn body

Suddenly, they’re turned toward this person all the time. Full body facing them. Chin tilted slightly in. They lean forward during small talk like it’s breaking news. They notice things, like the rhythm of their voice, the way their lips move when they think too hard. They stop fiddling with their phone. Their knee bounces until the other person speaks, and then, stillness. They’re so present, it hurts.

╰ Their eye contact gets… weird

Sometimes they can’t stop looking. Sometimes they can’t look at all... There’s that moment—the pause, the flicker—where their eyes land on the other person’s mouth for just a second too long. Or they track their hands. Or notice how their hair falls into their face. It’s not about lust. It’s yearning, and it’s quiet and stupid and full of panic. And when the person catches them looking? Immediate eye dart. Back to their drink. To the sky. To anywhere else. Guilty. Flushed. Terrified.

╰ Their hands get stupid

They’re suddenly very aware of what their hands are doing. They fidget more. Or freeze. They keep their arms close to their body, like they’re worried they’ll accidentally reach out. If they touch the other person, even casually, it lingers. Not long enough to be noticed, but long enough to matter. Sometimes they adjust the other person’s collar or brush something off their sleeve and then have a tiny meltdown inside. That kind of touch feels too intimate. It’s not flirtation. It’s reverence.

╰ Their silence means more than their words

They trail off mid-sentence. Laugh at things they don’t usually laugh at. Start saying something and stop themselves. It’s because their brain is trying to do too many things at once—act normal, sound chill, don’t make it weird, try not to look like you’re in love. Meanwhile, the body is over here sweating, shifting, subtly turning toward the other person like a sunflower in denial.

╰ Their whole vibe gets softer

There’s a gentleness that creeps in. Even if they’re a sharp, snarky character, there’s a moment where they look at the person like they’re a planet they’ve just discovered. It’s brief. It’s devastating. It’s involuntary. And they might pretend it didn’t happen. But the reader saw it. The love interest definitely saw it. And suddenly, everything is different.

╰ Bonus: They mirror the other person without meaning to

Their arms cross when the other person’s do. Their head tilts. They laugh a beat after. This is subconscious connection at work. Their body wants to match this person. Sync with them. Be close without being obvious. And when they stop mirroring? That’s a sign too. Maybe something hurt. Maybe they’re trying to pull away. But the body always tells the truth, even when the character’s mouth is lying through its teeth.

[theoneandonlysourcandy]

Harley sawyer X reader Headcanons

Gosh he’s so HHHOOOOTTT I couldn’t wait for people to start writing about him I HAD to do this. Writing this at 1 am so if there’s stupid stuff sorry. Also I rewrote some of the headcanons and got rid of one bc they felt mischaracterizing

Inspo: @thatssomegoodsoup

Content warning: mentions of death, some spoilers

📺 - He’d want to cuddle sometimes, but, he would be reluctant to. He’s a cold, metal robot, that wouldn’t be very comfortable. But, if you did, he’d try to use something to cover his robot body, like, how most people draw him with a long black cloak thingy?

📺 - You can see his screen faintly glitch for a moment if you suddenly kiss him. If you ask him about it, he’ll try to convince you it never happened and your just seeing things.

📺 - He’d HATE you leaving his lab. Do you see how dangerous this place is? He can’t have the one person he actually cares about dying. Whenever you do leave the lab, he has yarnaby come with, while keeping a close eye on you with the cameras.

📺 - Even if he worries for you sometimes, he’d never say it.

📺 - He’s rarely that affectionate, but he’ll let you hold his hand or arm if you’d like. Sometimes while he’s thinking he’ll just subconsciously do either of those with you. If your not there, he’d tap his finger against something or click a pen over and over.

📺 - One of the toys hurt you? Oh. Oohh. They’ll feel pain worse then any experiment he ever put them through.

📺 - There really isn’t anyone that can make him jealous in the factory anymore, but if there was, he could get jealous pretty easily, and he’d make sure to “take care” of them quickly.

📺 - Keeps you far away from most of the toys. Though, he lets yarnaby and that weird big baba chops thingy he has be with you as much as they like. They can protect you, plus, he knows you think their adorable, even if he doesn’t quite understand how you can see those creatures as cute.

📺 - Sit on his lap and he starts overheating. Seriously, you saw some smoke coming from him once. He said it was from one of the many broken machines.

📺 - On rare occasion you can catch him staring lovingly at you with his eye. Though, he does it pretty often, he’s just quick to snap out of it and hide it before you can see.

📺 - He loves your looks. He’ll tell you your beauty and your handsomeness, how your eyes have a beautiful sparkle to them, how your hair frames your face perfectly, he can see all the beauty in you, and he can see what you think are flaws. You are his beautiful trophy that he earned.

[sheeezu]

Shifting proof, you're not wasting your time.

"My beloved, the distances between us have been erased, I am here, I am here."

(If anyone is able to guess which song lyric I translated here I will love you for all my existence)

If you're doubting shifting, then read this:

Let's dive into your mind. Most importantly, into your dreams.

Have you ever realised why you dream? Dreams are just for your subconscious mind to reherse your current reality, in practice all its doing is to ensure you don't fall out of your reality.

No matter how insane of a dream you're having, it has some resemblance with the life you are currently leading. Have you ever tried to figure out just how weird the whole concept of dreams are? For example, it's common knowledge to everyone, even antishifters, that lucid dreams are a thing. Meaning you can literally play around in your mind. When you sleep, do you realise the passage of time? Sometimes your sleep stretches on for long and you don't realise you've slept that much, sometimes, dream cover a lot within a short cycle of sleep. So what proof of time could you possibly present to yourself during your hours of slumbers, where is this clock that's supposed to dictate your life?

Sometimes you don't even dream, although unconscious processes are going on in your human brain, but where are you? In the void, you're floating around somewhere in the void, without any care of your reality for once, this is called your common consciousness, or just the void state.

Whenever you wake up from a deep sleep, you feel disoriented and confused, you hear conversations and imagine things which didn't happen, there is no literal proof that these happenings are just caused by general grogginess. This confusion is your consciousness readjusting to the reality you're in.

Let's discuss what all of this science and physics is. It's essentially just a method your consciousness put up in order for you to not fall out of reality, and to not have to face thanos out of nowhere, therefore logic exists.

We are from our roots just souls floating around in nothingness, we're souls capable of creation of anything by thoughts, will, and energy. We need a medium for suitable existence, for all of the people existing alongside us, what we have in common is that our consciousness has chose a similar mode of existence for us, which is by living as human beings on this livable spherical ball, where we accept the principles of luck.

Why does a system of being ridiculed by your environment and people around you and the formation of unwanted doubts exist whenever you claim something "impossible" by human terms, for example, if you assumed and started claiming the sun rising from the opposite direction as the truth, that's going to become your base since you are creating reality, therefore you will break reality and to prevent it you yourself once put these limitations, just like how you script your DRs.

But once you realise the fact that all along this organised way of existence was put up by you in order to excite your consciousness by going through these experiences, you'll realise shifting realities, manifesting, or just going back to floating as a soul in the void is a known principle for you and easy, and you don't have to struggle to gain it, you've been doing it all your existence, then you'll shift on command.

Reality is just like a dough, which you have been molding and adjusting it accordingly.

Shape that dough into your DR

It's you. It's always been you, you've been the main provider and controller, you've just temporarily gone to existing in the form of a human vessel, breaking free is nothing difficult.

Anyways, belief in this is all you need to shift, it's freaking easy even if it's just you going to your DR to get railed. "But doubts-!!" Shush. If doubts are able to stop a process for you, you could also utilise them in a way which benefit you, from this moment do a complete uno reverse card on your doubts, you used to doubts your manifestations, go ahead and start doubting your existence being anything but perfect.

"I don't think I can be a common human being weeping over mere earthly problems, all ill ever be is a master manifestor who could do whatever I want."

...

I finished this draft at 5:55.

Now that I think about it shifting using doubts could be pretty neat, but I still have another 2 methods bending from the poll, so that's on my pending list I guess.

This entire post was a rant from my side so if there is anything confusing or out of place, just ask. Ask away until your little heart is satisfied and then go shift because what are you doing here when you could just go study at hogwarts where the stairs try to put you in your grave.

...

[teaboot]

How do you accommodate for face blindness when you need to tell if someone is the same person for work? I know your previous post listed what you pay attention to, but maybe you have any further tips?

I usually only remember people’s faces after I’ve talked to them several times and made a personal connection, and every time my ID gets checked I have to fight the subconscious “how will they know I’m actually me?”

I’d love to get better at telling when I’ve already seen someone, because as it is, watching movies and meeting with acquaintances in crowded places are always a journey…

Hair is a good one assuming the person in question doesn't change their haircut often. Another one I like is “flaws” (natural human variations) like wrinkles, jowls, acne, scarring, moles, crooked teeth, cysts, Balt spot shapes, fingernail shapes, swollen or discoloured or twisted ankles, unusual gait, large superorbital ridge, cowlicks, and odd hairline.

If I can find ONE of these things that’s great. If I can find TWO then I’m about 80% certain, if I can find three or- even BETTER, a tattoo or unusual piercing, defect, or birthmark- then I’m 100%.

I’m not COMPLETELY face blind- I do art, I can literally SEE faces- and I can REMEMBER THEM after maybe like. 10 meetings? Depending on how distinctive they are. If there’s something truly unique to pick up on, it may be less. But everyone’s faces all just mostly kinda look the same? Nose is always in the same place, eyes, chin, cheeks, ears. A face is a face. Lines happen mostly the same way, hair happens mostly the same way. The only people I can remember IMMEDIATELY AND FOREVER are people with- again- visible scarring, birthmarks, or tattoos. Those stick.

Ooh, but also!! Disabilities are… helpful. In a weird way. Because you may change your clothes or your hair or your makeup drastically, but most people only have one or two canes, one or two pairs of glasses, MAYBE two wheelchairs (everyone I’ve met with a wheelchair has only one, though) and if they have a prosthetic, even with long pants and a flawless gait, often times the fabric will lay slightly different over the joints, or they’ll be slightly stiff. Any kind of disability aid makes people soooooo much easier to recognize.

On top of that, people with a signature jacket, jewelry they wear every day like a ring or necklace, SHOES. Oh my god shoes are so useful. More with dudes, but people often have 1-2 favourite pairs that they wear most frequently and if I’m uncertain I’ll check what shoes they have.

Another thing is like. I thought two people wee the same person- More than once actually, but this one specific time- and didnt know otherwise till I saw them in a room together and their differences were clear. Then I just compared the two until enough distinctive differences stood out to know them later. Havent mixed them up since.

And shit, man- this is going to be bad but while I’m talking about it, I’ve recently learned I am ABYSMAL and differentiating between races. Which. I wouldn’t NEED unless I wasn’t a security guard and didn't sometimes need to describe a person.

White people are -usually- p easy. If they’re pale and have a pointy nose I can say Caucasian and be correct like 90% of the time out here. Better depending on how they dress because we dress… the way we do. Sometimes.

Black people. Darker skin, rounder features, usually dark brown or black hair, lots of variation in hairstyle (omg coloured braiiiiiiids, a girl in my college class had like hot pink added to her hair for a couple weeks and it was so helpful, by the time they were out I KNEW HER) usually softer edges around the nose and lips.

but EVERYONE ELSE. EVERYONE ELSE IS A BLUR. LIKE HOW TF DO YOU LOOK AT A GUY AND BE LIKE “oh he’s East Indian” “oh he’s aboriginal” “oh he’s a tanned white dude” HOW CAN YOU JUST KNOW WITHOUT ASKING. HOW. HOW HOW HOW

And it’s the WORST because sometimes I have to FIND PEOPLE and they’ll be like “50 year old south Asian male in a white sweatshirt average build average height wearing flip flops” and I’ll be like GOTCHU is this him? And my coworker will be like “for the ninth time that is a fully Caucasian man and he looks 30”

I ID race the way non-car people describe cars like “uhhhh it’s blue it has a round logo and uhhhhhhh i think it had a baby on board sign? Idk it was round” and it’s a cobalt blue 2015 Dodge Grand Caravan license plate 5X5-X5X or some shit, Christ alive

it has become embarrassing and I needed to confess because Jesus hell it’s bad

[plutosunshine]

What Is Your Subconscious Trying to Tell You? Planets in the 12th House

Sun in the 12th house

That’s like the universe saying, “You’re powerful, radiant, and deeply gifted… but let’s play hide-and-seek with it for a while.”

The subconscious here is kind of whispering instead of yelling. It’s like, “Hey, you’ve got this inner light, but it works best when you're alone, dreaming, meditating, or doing something wildly imaginative at 3 a.m.” You’re not the “spotlight” type — you’re more like the candle in a quiet temple. Subtle, sacred, and kinda mysterious.

It might also mean your sense of self (the Sun) is on a journey through a foggy forest. You feel things deeply, often without knowing where it’s all coming from. But that’s the 12th house way — it’s not linear, it’s more “vibes and visions.”

Sometimes this placement is like your soul signed up for a retreat in this lifetime: “Let’s develop compassion, spiritual insight, and psychic Wi-Fi.” But occasionally, it forgets it also has to go grocery shopping and file taxes, which is less magical.

Your subconscious wants you to stop trying to be someone else’s idea of “visible” and start honoring the quiet power you already have. It’s telling you: “You're not here to be loud — you’re here to be luminous in silence.”

Basically, you’re the kind of person who might not post selfies every day, but when you do, everyone’s like “Damn, who is this ethereal being?”

The trick? Spend time in solitude, trust your dreams, and don’t be afraid of your own depth. Your Sun’s not lost — it’s just meditating.

Moon in the 12th house

Ah, Moon in the 12th house — aka “Feelings? Yes. Do I understand them? Not always. Do I absorb the emotional state of every plant, cloud, and stranger’s sneeze? Absolutely.”

This is the placement of the secret empath, the cosmic sponge, the person whose emotional radar is so sensitive it picks up on vibes that haven't even happened yet. Your subconscious basically lives in a cozy, candle-lit cave with a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, journaling about things your conscious mind hasn’t figured out.

You might cry during shampoo commercials and have no idea why. Spoiler: it’s not about the shampoo — it’s probably unresolved childhood stuff, or your neighbor's breakup energy floating through the walls.

The Moon rules emotions, instincts, and your inner child — and when it’s tucked into the 12th house, it's like your feelings are behind a curtain. Sometimes you don’t even realize how deeply affected you are until your cat looks at you weird and suddenly you're having a 3-hour existential crisis.

Your subconscious here is constantly trying to process and heal old emotional baggage — not just from this life, but possibly from past ones too. (Yup, we’re going full mystical.) It’s like your dreams, gut feelings, and random waves of nostalgia are all part of your soul’s therapy sessions.

And the message? Feel your feels. Even if you don’t understand them. Spend time alone. Journal. Swim. Meditate. Cry at art. Be weird and emotional in a safe, private bubble. That’s where your magic lives.

Also — protect your energy. You’re not crazy. You're just psychic and slightly haunted in a beautiful way.

Mercury in the 12th house

Mercury in the 12th house is like having a genius poet locked in the attic of your mind. They write incredible things, uncover deep truths, have brilliant thoughts... but they don’t always send the memo down to your conscious brain. Or if they do, it gets lost in translation somewhere between “dream logic” and “wait, what was I saying again?”

This is the placement of secret thinkers, inner philosophers, and psychic messengers. You may come across as quiet or daydreamy, but under the surface your brain is a labyrinth of thoughts, insights, and deeply intuitive connections. Mercury here doesn’t shout — it whispers from the shadows like, “Psst, I know something you don’t know…”

It might show up as overthinking in the middle of the night, or having whole conversations in your head that are more interesting than real-life small talk. You may also randomly blurt something super profound, and everyone’s like “Whoa… where did that come from?” and you’re like “I… don’t know??”

Also, let’s be real — your subconscious is a talker. It just prefers dreams, music, symbols, and spiritual downloads instead of bullet points. Mercury in the 12th is more Rumi than PowerPoint.

And your subconscious message? Trust the way your mind works, even if it’s not “normal.” Write things down. Record your dreams. Let your creativity out in weird, wordy, wonderful ways. You don’t have to explain your thoughts to everyone — sometimes they’re meant to be decoded slowly, like secret scrolls.

You’re not forgetful. You’re just tuned to a frequency that plays between the lines.

Venus in the 12th house

Ohhh, this one is pure soft poetry and tragic romance vibes. It’s like your heart lives in a secret garden with a “no entry unless you’re telepathic” sign on the gate.

You love deeply — sometimes even before you consciously realize it. Love sneaks up on you. Crushes feel like dreams. You might be drawn to unavailable people (emotionally, geographically, or dramatically). Why? Because Venus in the 12th doesn’t always want a simple rom-com — it wants a soul story with plot twists.

You might also hide your love. Maybe you don’t want to “bother” someone with your feelings. Maybe you fall in love in silence, or love people in ways they never even realize — like a secret admirer… but spiritual. Your subconscious is like, “Let’s keep this precious thing hidden so no one can hurt it.” (Cute, but exhausting.)

Also, you give love selflessly. Venus here is the friend who will help you move at midnight, bake you cookies when you’re sad, and never mention how much you mean to them. Why? Because they assume you already feel it. (Spoiler: not everyone does. Use your words, magical creature.)

Your subconscious is whispering: “You are worthy of love that doesn’t require self-sacrifice to feel real.” Not all love has to be painful, secret, or karmic. You deserve joy, softness, and being loved out loud. Let people love you back. Let your heart be seen, even if it feels scary.

And one more thing? You’re lowkey magnetic. People pick up on that Venusian glow even if you’re trying to hide behind your coffee cup. So maybe step out of the fog once in a while. Love is looking for you too — it just needs a map.

Mars in the 12th house

Ahhh Mars in the 12th house — the warrior monk of the zodiac. It’s like your inner fighter went on a silent retreat and only throws punches in dreams, poetry, or deep existential crises.

Mars is action, drive, anger, desire. But in the 12th house? It’s doing push-ups in the shadows. You have energy, fire, and passion… but it might come out sideways, secretly, or at completely inconvenient times like “why am I suddenly furious at this paperclip?”

Sometimes you’re not even sure what you’re mad at — you just feel pressure building, like there’s a volcano inside that occasionally sighs dramatically through a vent. Or maybe you hesitate to assert yourself because confrontation feels unsafe or unclear. Mars here often learns early in life: “It’s not safe to show anger.” So you tuck it away… until it punches the inside of your ribcage.

But don’t worry — your subconscious has a plan.

Mars in the 12th is like spiritual kung fu. It wants you to use your strength not just to win arguments, but to fight for your healing, your compassion, your creativity, your dreams. Your drive is sacred, even if it feels slippery.

This placement also gives wild dream energy — you might fight battles, run missions, or fall in lust in your sleep.Honestly, your dream self is probably more assertive than your waking self. (Mars is out there living its best dreamlife.)

Your subconscious is saying: “Stop doubting your power just because it doesn’t look like everyone else’s.” You don’t need to charge into battle — but you do need to claim your space. Take inspired action. Express anger safely. Do physical movement that feels healing. Say no without a 3-page apology.

You’re not passive. You’re just a warrior of the unseen. Mars in the 12th isn’t weak — it’s just training on another level.

Jupiter in the 12th house

Jupiter in the 12th house is like having a guardian angel with a great sense of humor who works undercover. You're walking through life with this invisible cheerleader going, “You don’t know it yet, but I’m totally helping you avoid disasters and manifest blessings behind the scenes.”

This placement is lowkey magical. It gives you luck, protection, and spiritual growth — but in subtle, dreamy, 12th-house ways. It’s not “I won the lottery!” luck. It’s “I missed that train and met the love of my life because of it” luck. Divine timing, secret blessings, the universe whispering “trust me” when everything seems foggy.

You might have this deep, unshakable faith that everything will be okay — even if your logical brain is like, “Girl, how??” That’s Jupiter in the 12th. It’s not loud. It’s not flashy. It’s cosmic reassurance wrapped in a soft blanket of intuition.

Also? You're spiritually wise in ways you might not even realize. You could be the friend who just "knows" what someone needs to hear. Or the person who finds meaning in chaos. Or the one journaling about life purpose at 2 a.m. while others are doomscrolling.

And your subconscious? It’s whispering: “Expand inward.” Grow your inner world. Trust your intuition. Let yourself explore dreams, healing, compassion, art, philosophy — not because they’re “productive,” but because your soul literally needs them.

Also: don’t ignore your gift of helping others — even anonymously. You might be amazing at behind-the-scenes kindness, working in solitude, or just radiating that “safe to cry here” energy. People may not know why they feel better around you — but they do.

So yeah. Jupiter in the 12th? It’s spiritual Wi-Fi with unlimited data. Use it. Share it. Trust it.

Saturn in the 12th house

Saturn in the 12th house is like having a strict, old-school monk living in your subconscious — the kind who wakes you up at 5 a.m. to meditate and reminds you that “suffering builds character.” Thanks, bro.

This placement gives deep inner strength, but not without a bit of existential bootcamp. Saturn here often makes you feel like you're carrying invisible weight. You might not always know why you feel heavy, tired, or a bit lonely — but it’s like your soul remembers every past-life karma, every buried fear, and it’s quietly working through them in the background.

It’s the “I feel guilty for no reason” placement. Or “I don’t even know what I’m afraid of, but I am.” Saturn in the 12th is the cosmic janitor sweeping your inner basement — slowly, methodically, and with a clipboard.

You may also keep your struggles hidden. You might not ask for help, because something inside you says “I have to figure this out alone.” And honestly? You probably do get stronger that way. But also — gentle reminder — you don’t have to do everything the hard way.

Your subconscious is saying: “Face your shadows, but don’t marry them.” You’re here to learn how to carry solitude without it turning into isolation. To build faith and structure in the unseen. To turn fear into discipline. And to realize that your strength isn’t in being hard — it’s in being whole.

Also? You’re probably amazing at long-term healing work, spiritual commitment, and being the quiet rock in chaotic times. You’re not weak — you’re just wired to grow from the inside out, and that takes time.

So be patient with yourself. Your soul’s doing advanced-level homework. You’ll graduate with a PhD in Inner Resilience.

Uranus in the 12th house

Uranus in the 12th house is like having a mad scientist, rebel hacker, and cosmic lightning bolt all living in your subconscious… but they’re working anonymously. Behind the scenes. Wearing a trench coat and sunglasses. At night.

This is the placement of psychic plot twists, intuitive downloads, and freaky deja vu moments. You’ll be chilling and suddenly get a “feeling” not to go somewhere — and then find out later that something chaotic happened there. Or you’ll dream about someone you haven’t seen in five years… and they text you the next day. Classic 12th house Uranus stuff.

There’s a deep inner genius here, but it’s not always available on demand. You don’t always know when inspiration will strike — but when it does, it’s weirdly brilliant. Think: flashes of insight in the shower, sudden “aha!”s at 4 a.m., or radical ideas that come while staring at a wall.

Your subconscious is constantly processing the collective energy. It’s like you’re plugged into the Wi-Fi of the universe — but the signal is unstable and sometimes comes with static and prophetic memes.

You may also crave freedom… in ways you can’t always explain. Like, “I just want to be alone in a cave, reinventing myself every three days, thanks.” You rebel against anything that boxes in your soul, even if no one else sees those boxes. Especially rules that feel outdated or fake.

And your subconscious message? “Liberate yourself from within.” The real revolution is happening behind your eyes — in your dreams, your gut feelings, your untamed thoughts. Trust your intuition, honor your eccentricities, and don’t be afraid to break internal rules you didn’t even know were optional.

You’re not unstable. You’re wired for awakening. Uranus in the 12th doesn’t want you to follow the map — it wants you to channel the lightning.

Neptune in the 12th house

Neptune in the 12th house is like being born with a secret doorway to other realms… but also constantly misplacing the key.

This is peak mystical energy. Your subconscious is basically floating in a foggy, glittery dreamscape where mermaids give life advice and emotions come with a soundtrack. You have intuitive, psychic, or even mediumistic abilities — whether you’ve tapped into them or not. Like, you feel things no one else notices. You soak up moods, signals, and subtle energies like a spiritual sponge wrapped in velvet.

But let’s be honest: sometimes you’re not sure what’s yours and what’s just collective sadness, someone else’s anxiety, or Neptune doing its usual “let’s blur the lines” thing.

You may zone out, daydream, escape into art, fantasy, music, or naps (so many naps). Your subconscious says, “Let me dissolve reality for a bit — it’s too loud out there.”

Neptune here is also like: “Boundaries? Never heard of them.” You might feel compassion for literally everyone — even fictional villains and angry birds at the bus stop. Which is beautiful, but exhausting if you’re not protecting your energy.

And the message from your subconscious? “You are here to connect with the divine — but don’t lose yourself in the fog.” Your superpower is your connection to higher love, imagination, empathy, and art. But you’ve got to anchor it. Ground it. Channel it. Otherwise, it’s like having a gorgeous sailboat with no steering wheel.

You're not “too sensitive.” You’re just tuned into the cosmic frequency that most people ignore. Neptune in the 12th is a portal — and you’re the one who gets to walk through it (just remember to come back for snacks and hydration, okay?).

So dream. Create. Heal. Escape sometimes. But also: have boundaries, routines, and maybe one friend who texts you “hey, are you still on this planet?” every now and then.

Pluto in the 12th house

Pluto in the 12th house? Whew. That’s like having a shadow therapist living in your subconscious, doing deep soul excavation while you’re just trying to make it through Monday.

This placement is intense, transformational, and lowkey kind of psychic. You have emotional X-ray vision — you sense what’s hidden, what’s repressed, what’s not being said. You walk into a room and feel the tension before anyone opens their mouth. You read people without trying. Creepy? Maybe. Accurate? Absolutely.

But here’s the thing: you do the same thing to yourself — digging, unraveling, overanalyzing your own motives, wounds, dreams, fears, past lives, ancestral traumas, karmic loops… all while doing the dishes.

You might carry deep emotional weight that’s not even yours. Pluto in the 12th is often like, “Congrats! You’re the family karma sponge!” (rude, but powerful). Your subconscious is constantly whispering: "There’s more under the surface… keep digging." And you do. Even if it’s uncomfortable. Especially if it’s uncomfortable.

You might also have intense dreams, powerful emotions you can’t always explain, or a strange fascination with all things taboo, mysterious, or dark — psychology, death, sex, power, transformation. Basically, Pluto lives where the sun doesn’t shine, and in the 12th house, it’s got a whole underground palace.

But the beauty? You’re a healer. A transformer. A shadow-walker. You’re here to learn that your darkness isn’t dangerous — it’s sacred. You can help others face their fears because you’ve faced (or are constantly facing) your own. You don’t flinch at other people’s pain. You just get it.

So what’s Pluto in the 12th really trying to tell you?

“Go inward. Let go. Rise from your own ashes. Again. And again. And again.” You’re not broken — you’re evolving. Quietly. Radically. From the soul out.

[blvdprn]

CW: dark, necrophilia technically (IF I MADE IT INTO A FIC ISTG IT WLD HV A GOOD REASON PLZ), dub-con (i swear), gore, unstable reader, cannibalism, reeeaaaally vague sex

pre-zombie!bf who’d always set up a sleeping place and make it as cozy as possible just for you. it didn’t matter if it was in the middle of the forest, a store, a rundown mall—he’d always try to make you feel comfortable just like before the apocalypse.

pre-zombie!bf who scolded you every time you put yourself in harms way for him. it didn’t matter if he could defend himself or not, you were always doing it because you loved him.

pre-zombie!bf who did the same thing you did even if it was subconsciously. he was such a hypocrite and he didn’t even notice, but you did.

pre-zombie!bf who gave you a weird look when you asked him if he’d still love you if you were a zombie. then gave you another weird look when you asked him if he’d let you love him even if he were a man eating cannibalistic rotting walking corpse. he said yes (at some point…) to both.

pre-zombie!bf who sometimes went on secret runs while you were asleep in a safe spot. he wanted to scavenge for food and other necessities without you being in danger.

pre-zombie!bf who got stupidly bit on one of those secret runs like an idiot. he cried a little, he wasn’t going to lie. so he decided he wanted to at least cherish your last moments together.

pre-zombie!bf who started acting weird. getting a little more touchy, a little more loving. he began to be a little more emotional and open. you weren’t sure why, but you had a horrible gut feeling.

pre-zombie!bf who wanted one last night with you. but when he asked, you said no. it wasn’t because you didn’t want to, it was just… maybe that horrible feeling you had was a warning that something was going to happen if you were distracted.

pre-zombie!bf who got really fucking sad. but it was fine, he was still going to spend his last minute with you until he couldn’t.

pre-zombie!bf who snuck out and ran away as far as he could to not hurt you. he tied himself to a tree instead of killing himself—not wanting to use a weapon because he wanted to leave them all to you.

pre-zombie!bf who didn’t realise you noticed him leaving. you thought he wanted to take a huge shit or something, which is why you didn’t go after him until your head slammed onto the floor, realising that you fell asleep.

zombie!bf who you found biting and growling into the air as you approached. when you finally understood why he was acting strange, you immediately regretted not having one last intimate moment just like he wanted.

zombie!bf who no matter what you did, wouldn’t snap out of it. not like you had much hope anyway, but it never hurt to try, right?

zombie!bf who you didn’t have the guts to kill or leave alone tied like an animal. he launched at you as soon as you untied him, but you were able to hold him back.

zombie!bf who you couldn’t let go of. so now after a week, he had his arms chained behind his back with a pipe tied against his mouth. you used him to lure other zombies away—even in death he kept saving you.

zombie!bf who even with the complexion of a corpse and see through veins, still looked beautiful in your eyes.

zombie!bf who you remembered was almost begging for sex the last time you talked to him. and as you saw him slowly start to dehydrate from hunger, you decided to give him the last piece of love that he wanted so bad.

zombie!bf who aside from the unnatural growls, sounded as sweet as when he was human.

zombie!bf who’s metal pipe lay beside him as you put one of your fingers in his mouth, letting him bite it off for him to feed and for you to finally join him in shared demise.

zombie!bf who chewed on the given bone and flesh as he drank the blood that accompanied it.

zombie!bf who heard your pained groans and sad sniffs because you weren’t strong enough to go through more pain no matter how much you loved him. and as you fainted, his eyes began to get clearer and clearer.

zombie!bf who’s brain wasn’t so dead anymore.

[spideyxxxxx]

Peter Parker Headcannons

a/n! sooo here are some of my headcannons about dating mcu peter parker including his being spiderman, which isn’t a secret anymore since you two are already dating, let me know if you have others because i love sharing ideas!!

pairing! Peter Parker x implied femreader

Your playful throws? Pillows, socks, popcorn? They don’t trigger his tingle at all.

One day he catches a literal falling brick from a rooftop—but lets a foam ball hit him in the face because you threw it.

Realizes it’s because his brain doesn’t flag you as a threat. Even subconsciously.

Spirals for 15 minutes about how that could get him killed. Then softens.

“I think—I think I trust her more than like, my own instincts. Which is… terrifying and kind of adorable?”

“I think my Peter-tingle just… knows you’re safe. Like—safe safe. Like, I would never need to be warned about you. Even if you were swinging a baseball bat. Even if you were holding a bazooka.”

(he pauses, then adds earnestly)

“Please don’t ever hold a bazooka though. Like for real.”

You lean over him and gently bonk him again with the pillow.

This time, he still doesn’t dodge.

Sneaks out as Spider-Man after patrol just to land on your fire escape and peek into your window to check if you’re asleep safe.If your light’s on, he stays, perched upside-down like a weirdo.

Taps the window once like a ghost.

Sometimes you’re awake and let him in.

Other times, he smiles and swings away with a little “okay, she’s good” breath of relief.

“I know it’s probably excessive but like, what if a raccoon got in? Or a microwave exploded? These things happen.”

Mid-patrol, sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest, suit mask half-off, swinging his legs off a rooftop ledge.

Calls you just to talk.Not even about anything serious.

Just, “Hey, I saw a guy walking a ferret on a leash and thought of you. Also, hi. Also, I miss you. Okay bye—unless you wanna stay on the line while I beat up some muggers?”

Brings you snacks from bodegas like:

“I saw these weird cookies and thought you’d like them.”

“This soda is purple. That’s romantic, right?”

Also returns with random little trinkets he finds on rooftops. Like a pigeon feather or a single button shaped like a heart.

He gets weirdly shy giving them to you. Like it’s a marriage proposal.

“It’s dumb but it kinda reminded me of you—WAIT I MEAN IN A GOOD WAY.”

If you touch his face when he’s tired? Instant puddle.

He’ll literally tilt into your palm like a sleepy kitten.

Gets overwhelmed and short-circuits when you wear his hoodie or say anything nice.

“You like my—? I mean yeah obviously it’s warm I didn’t mean for you to keep it unless you want to which is totally fine oh my god I’ll shut up now.”

After missions that go wrong—explosions, injuries, Tony yelling—he doesn’t go home.

He comes to you.

Literally swings across the city bleeding just to see your face.

“Hi. I know it’s 1:37am. I needed to remember what breathing feels like.”

Doesn’t let you walk too close to the curb.

Walks behind you on stairs in case you trip.

Lowkey memorizes the scent of your shampoo so if anyone ever impersonated you (he’s seen too many shapeshifters), he’d know.

If you’re cold? Hoodie. Immediately. No discussion.

[o-sunny-day]

@forgettable-au FAN ANIMATION ! LOUD NOISE WARNING!

*What was it all for…?

Song: Vishnu <3 by Peter Cat Recording Co.

…okay.

The main inspiration for this…can be summed up with I LOVE HOW SAD THIS CONCEPT IS. BUT i also adore how WEIRD it is.

This whole thing must be pretty weird and creepy for the characters right??? Like- we dont know for certain what EXACTLY is gonna happen, but we know for a fact that Wingdings finds out hes in a game, then kills himself so he can be closer with god-

THATS PRETTY WEIRD 😭😭 also sad but we can ignore that for now

I also experimented a tad with this in working with silence, so timing things at my own pace! It was really hard! I HAD SO MUCH FUN!!!!!!!

But, time for my FAVORITE PART….ANALYSIS!!!

DISCLAIMER: some things stated as fact haven’t been said in the blog/arent canon to the au itself, just my animation/theories/interpretation, cause i’m silly and headcanoning :3

TITLE:

The proper title ive given this is “To You” which means 2 different and very vague things. What happened to you? and sending a message like “this is To You”.

In that case, “you” is whichever version of Papyrus/Wingdings/Gaster you want- Its not exactly clear which version of him means “you” which is kinda the point. The lines blur together sometimes…

But yeah, Gaster/crazy WD sends messages TOO himself so they’re “To You”

CONTEXT

Wingdings has JUST turned himself into Gaster. Ignore how impossible Sans interacting with him in this moment is, and just hear me out on the angst possibilities-

SCENE 1

As Sans approaches the mess- Gaster is encased in shadow, and looks at him. Expression not telling much- just looking blankly. Doesn’t even look like he’s alive… just… moving. Also the eye thats open, is just a slit. because- perspective. BUT I also had fun putting that there and going hehehehe it looks like WD/Papyrus’ eye

Sans approaches, and getting engulfed in the shadow, leaving the light.

His expression here was REALLY fun and REALLY hard to draw. Angry? maybe. stunned and terrified? DEFINITELY.

In this context (that doesn’t have a lot to go off of with the comics, YET) Sans knows that this was all very much intentional. He absolutely does not want to be angry, and is certainly only feeling it subconsciously.

But… he wanted so badly to understand, and enter his brother world. But now, Sans is just… Baffled. Hes like “what the fuck did you do???”

SCENE 2

Gaster continues to look blank. Looking up at Sans as he approaches, encasing him in even more shadow.

Sans’ hand reaches to Gasters face. From Sans’ perspective, his intentions are like checking for a pulse. Not literally ofc cause pulses arent on our face- but like, feeling for him. For a sign that something is there. (It’s also meant to be something motherly/comforting)

But then, Gaster leans into the touch, somewhat reciprocating this wordless “ive got you” gesture. That’s what makes Sans go from Terrified to just purely grief stricken. His brother is still alive. And he loves him.

But this form wont last for long…For universe fixing screw ups reasons :D 👍

SCENE 3

Gaster then opens his eyes, revealing hes even still got eye lights available for him. Thats what just SHATTERS the dam, and Sans embraces him suddenly.

SCENE(S) 4

Then, the “reset” happens, Gaster is gone, and Papyrus appears in place of Wingdings in his bed.

Nothing is boiling to add to a “frozen in terror” feeling!

Now- drawing all of the differences between the past and present rooms. DESTROYED ME. i HAD SO MUCH FUN BUT I ALSO CRIED 😭 There are no thank-you letters to santa, no racecar bed, no silly bone painting, no action figures, just BORING

I also wanted to keep everything monochromatic, so ofc we’ve got black and white for the void/Gaster, blue for Sans, red for Papyrus, and purple for Sans and Papyrus together.

The tape recorder and lab coat are still greyscale though cause Wingdings still has SOME of his stuff lying around. But the tapes are indecipherable, and Papyrus threw out that lab coat the first chance he got. It gave him the absolute worst feeling, worse than anything he’s ever experienced.

Something I also really enjoy is the fact that the dress shirts were still technically Wingdings’ but they’re red for Papyrus. The lab coat is the only real WINGDINGS thing that Papyrus wants absolutely no part in. Some things that were Wingdings’ are now Papyrus’ cause :D👍

in place of the bone painting are just family photos that I also have extra to say about. Someday I wanna make a comic of what happened to those/what I think would happen to em.

One day Papyrus is like “HEY UH- SANS! THESE PHOTOS! I DON’T LIKE LOOKING AT THEM! CAN WE NOT!?” Aka, he doesn’t remember these things happening/these photos being taken… BUT THEYRE PHOTOS OF HIM.

So he just feels really uncomfortable looking at memories he should reasonably remember, but doesn’t at all- and Sans gets that. But he keeps em in his drawer. Then! they hung up the bone thing in place of it cause SILLY!

But the family photos, I still had fun with. From left to right theyre a photo of Semi with the twins, the twins as baby bones, then as slightly older kids, then WDs graduation photo.

CONCLUSION!

This entire thing was so much fun, and I feel i’ve really grown as an artist over the process of experimenting and not being knocked down by annoying setbacks,

Also, as usual, Works In Progress’ plus extra behind the scenes stuff will be posted shortly after this!! YIPPEEE!!! HAPPY NIGHTMARES!!!!!

OHHHH ALSO EXTRA ART!!!

“AREN’T THEY BEAUTIFUL?”

That silly moment when your clone is really weirdly obsessed with stars and enthusiastically holds your eye sockets open to show you them

[sleepy-fiction]

• liberation | jinx smut

jinx x f!reader | 4,206 words

syn: jinx finally finds her admirer, the artist behind all her grand murals. the spearhead behind her becoming a symbol. she can't find a better way to say thanks than but to kill her. but it seems repressed feelings spring out when her admirer reveals she wants jinx in other ways.

tags: cunnilingus, fingering, abrupt ending, asphyxiation, more plot than porn

an: I started writing this back in February. I've finally gone around to cleaning this up!! I had been holding it off for months bc I couldn't finish it, so I decided to clean it and post it

Being Jinx's admirer was nothing short of a difficult task. But it was all in-compassing, enthralling. Her essence shaped and molded your very being. You were trapped in the audience, clapping at the stage of her self-destructive encore, aware of the danger yet, you find yourself the shell-shocked looker drenched with prophetic blood.

You painted her, you professed poems in her name, you hid her in all your creations, and found her in all of your favorite melodies. She's what made your art so popular in the undercity, and for your Piltie persona, the hidden flickers of blues and's could be found hidden in your work. You were inspired, she was a symbol.

To Jinx, you were a mysterious, weird fucking threat. You always knew where she would be going. You had her on the clockwork, as you drifted to and fro to her likely destination. It was only chance when you'd spot her, rare and few. But Jinx was paranoid. Those were rare and a few times too many.

The art, the murals.

She's seeing her face painted so... Angelical, so destructive, so... Intuned with her. It's like magic, it's moving. It makes her feel- and she cannot stop this feeling- therefore, it was nothing short of dangerous.

She's preventing you, and your gorgeous art from disappearing. She's staying away, despite knowing how desperate you, her little admirer, are.

The further you are from her, the safer things are.

But she catches herself late at night, climbing to the top of water towers to ogle at your work. The way you have her posed, she always subconsciously poses that way in front of it, wanting to see if that's what she really looks like. Or worse, she'll close her eyes and imagine she's there in your painting, just as you depicted her. Imagine her feeling the array of colors you have her plastered in, and the wave of emotions drawing from it.

These are her most vulnerable moments. She's not Jinx or Powder. She's "The Girl On The Big Mural". Sometimes that girl is drawn with rough, dark colors, others, light, soft, and fluffy. It's weird how, when she's angry, she always flocks to your rough murals. When she's incredibly sad, she'll convince herself to get her favorite drink, which is bought by the bar next to your water tower mural.

She'll stare at them until dawn, lost in her own world, escaping off to her depicted self. One of the few times her brain feels quiet.

It's an embarrassingly intimate and humiliating ritual for Jinx. She gets to slip away, rarely, and few can she find that escape.

One day, the tables flip.

Instead of you stalking Jinx, Jinx somehow stalks you.

She had fallen asleep on that damn water tower, and when she awoke, she happened to catch a glimpse of you sneaking out of the bar and down the lanes. You were carrying paints with a frantic expression, lips parted in awe, eyebrows pinched down heavy, glossy tears in your eyes. There was this lingering frustration following you. However, you stomped down the wet, grimy streets. Groggy and intrigued, Jinx followed behind you.

She followed you down pipes and secret allies, deep underground, until you made it to this weird little cove pocket. It was a sort of dead-end from an abandoned pipe system. It had a crack for a ceiling that lit in through the top, the smallest glimpses of sunshine doused in. The space was covered in paint supplies, splotches of messy paint covering wooden floorboards (ones she's sure you put in), with a faint smell of pastels and charcoal.

You had a grand, paint-smothered desk in here, with a rickety bed and a pool of fresh water dribbling in. The walls were covered in various pretty sketches and murals, most of which were of her. Depicting her so graceful and sweet on one end by your bed, the others, a mixture of manic, destruction, fun, and powerful prowess. It makes her tense. It makes her flush. She's well-loved by you. She seems to shake with fear. There are abstract and non-her related canvases in various sizes sprinkled about, but she ignores them as her eyes are planted on you.

This home was marvelous.

Your own pocket, free from the world.

She didn't dare to step in, keeping her vantage point at the front, gripping paranoid nails deep into her braid.

She can hear you grunt, the echo in the space making your voice louder. You pull back a blanket from over a canvas far away. It faces your bed as you sit down on it, bringing your paints, sketchbook, and many more materials over to it as you sit.

Your face is flushed worse, a gulp slipping down your throat.

Jinx is intrigued.

She looks up. Pipes decorate the ceiling above just before the opening. There's one, sneakily upwards that wraps around the whole perimeter, it's stock and thick. She's sure it'll support her weight.

She needs to get closer.

She needs to see the painting that left you so breathless that made you frustrated, which made you make such a blissful face.

She jumps up stealthy, her footsteps soft and quiet under the dribble of leaky pipes, her balance cat-like. She makes her way over to your bed, crouching on her hands and knees as she peers forth at the painting.

Her heart drums at the sight.

The painting was pre-raphaelite in detail, with smooth, intimate hues of soft eggshell white bed sheets, with her, the pale-blue-haired subject posed upon them naked. You've painted everything except her crotch and breasts. There's this giant empty box that starts at her collarbones ends at her ribcage, then starts again beneath her belly button, just to end at the swell of her milky inner thighs.

She's posed with a relaxed, breathless expression. Her left hand up to softly touch her collarbone, a beautiful blue braid wrapped around it. The her you depicted was so calm, so serene, she was flavored with dangerous magenta eyes, sickly pale skin, and sullen eyebags. She had cuts and bruises from battles, she had her reckless tattoos, and dirt beneath her nails. Despite it all, despite all the inferred roughness of her life that's dancing in the subject, the ground was-- she was relaxed and happy in the moment.

She could be happy despite it all.

Jinx's nails dug sharply into the pipe, fear, trepidation, and panic swelling in her body. Her eyes glossed over in desire- in need of this false reality, her teeth bared in anger. You're so fucking horrible to her. None of this shit would ever be real.

How can you paint her so intimately, so organic and sensual as if nothing in the world could harm her when it is harming her. When things are harming her. As if she could overcome- move on. Be what the people need.

Stop showing her these.

She couldn't bear it. She can never be happy, she can never have these things.

She'll only ruin it.

So she'll stop it before you get any more bright ideas.

Jinx's flurry of stress drops eerily silent as she sits up. She leans forward, stealing out her gun, propping her free hand securely on the pipe as the other hones in a good shot by your head. She peers into her raggedy, dirty scope.

She can see how your hands tremble as you pick up your brush, as you go to paint in the swell of her breasts but are unable to, how you stop to fist clumps of the wife-beater you have on. How you clench the cloth right above your heart.

As if she's affecting you.

As if she could ever make someone feel that way.

As if she's worthy to.

All of her brain burns and cries out, voices echoing their pure rage, pure longing, singing over each other in this dangerous choir. She can see your own breasts in the shirt you're wearing. You've got no bra, and it compliments your pebbled, and infectiously hard nipples.

How you seem to shift and grind in your sitting. How you sweat, how you raise a paintbrush with a degenerate gasp to continue.

"Fucking loser," she hisses in her brain. Her scope drops down to where your legs part. She can't see your cunt but.

Her brain swells dangerously, her eyes snapping back open. Why would she think that? Why would you ever intrigue her? You're just another gift she can't have.

No.

You're a liar. A liar who paints these horrible stories to ruin her. To get her fucking weak so you can destroy her, get all the power that you want.

Her head shakes, glossy confused tears brimming up. She's aiming in your direction, no longer checking her aim, just aiming it at you. Her teeth clatter, her trigger finger hovering over the trigger. Her vision is lost, dissociation claiming its prize over her, at will to the swells of stress flowing in waves over her body.

Your intentions are evil.

The gun glows blue.

"Mmff," you grunt.

You're so fucking evil.

Her finger stutters when it makes contact with the trigger. A shot breaks through the air.

It's aimed right by your foot as it crashes into a can of blue paint, it bursts and oozes onto the floor.

You shoot up with a cry, "Aah!" And before you could even turn back towards the sound, magenta slices through the air, as Jinx appears on your bed behind you. There's no time to react as she lunges forward, sloppily trying to bang your head in with the hilt of her gun. You block it with your forearm, slapping it out in her hands surprisingly easily.

She growls and hisses like a deranged cat, throwing devilishly nailed hands toward your face, taking you down to the ground with her. You crash to the floor, your canvas clattering with you, you can feel the wet paint of Jinx's breasts against your back. The wood of the canvas creaks and cranes and the terror of your painting being destroyed crosses your body.

You're not really processing it. You're beneath Jinx, pawing her face away, freehand trapping her wrist as she does everything in her power to get to your neck. She's got this hellish look in her eyes, it overflows with hatred. And paired with her wails, "Fu--Fuck! Aah-haha! You liar-liar-liar pants off-- Pants off- you'd want that, you'd want that you- fire," She's nothing short of out of it.

It's almost beautiful.

Jinx.

Her pale skin, her face covered in soft freckles, while blue veins streak down from her wide, doe eyes. Her eyes are hammered down with pure rage, a violent shimmer-purple, with teeth bared and spit-covered as she snarls out needlessly. Her beautiful braids fly about in the tussle, they are just as gorgeous as ever. Her vibrant blues stick to her neck and face, swear ebbing in her forehead.

As pretty as she was, she was dangerous.

What's happening?

How is this happening?

How is she here?

Why is she mad?

She's incredibly fast, impossibly fast as she slaps a hand dead on your neck. You gasp for air, loosening your grip on her wrist, she takes that advantage and meets your neck with a mighty clap. She's got both hands around you now, her grip growing deadly tightly, deadly-- your deadly muse is choking you out.

There's nothing but joy in your belly. Joy and star-stricken awe overflow out into your mangled expression.

Jinx's face twitched in despair, but she stared down at you with wild eyes, never dropping her manic, mostly terrified, smile. She laughs with a dry and tangy cackle, "You're going to die-- But you look like you've seen heaven!" She tightens her grip. You arch, and cry out, trying your best to wiggle out, but still, your eyes keep flocking to her.

They never lose their joy.

It feeds her worse.

You're the worst threat, the hardest to kill.

"Hey-- Ya'know when you get up there... And get to see the big man upstairs... Tell 'em of what a sinner I've become... Say hi to my ol' Granny and Mamma, too," she hisses. She's nonsensical, nonsensical as her smile begins to fade and your face grows red. Nonsensical as her brows pinch up in fear, and glossy eyes widen in disbelief as your eyes roll your the back of your head.

Nonono.

She doesn't wanna do this.

Please she doesn't want this.

She can't stop now.

She.

Your hand flies up, it slaps against her cheek roughly at first, uncoordinated from lack of blood flow. But she doesn't care or notice, let alone wince as she locks her pink eyes into yours. You cup her face to the best of your abilities. Your eyes are overcome with empathy- and understanding. You stare dead into her shifty, shivering eyes.

Reassurance waves down her body as your knuckles caress her skin.

"Juh-- Jinn.... Juh-in-cks," your lips are blue.

She flies off you in an instant, and you gasp for air. In the moment, she falls back onto the floor, landing with a clumsy and painful bang. She shoots up onto her knees just as quick as she eats shit, her shoulder ringing with sharp pain. She hears you gasp and struggle beside her. She hears you stagger up.

She panics worse, and worse as she slips in the blue paint that prevents her from standing up. You're getting closer behind her, her eyes flicker to her gun. She crawls manically over to it, having just enough time to flip onto her back, aiming it dead at your chest as you crouch beside her.

You're still looking at her with that crazed look. Your hand is slapped over your throbbing neck, tears of pain pricking your eye but they only add to that fond gaze. That hopeful gaze.

She feels so small beneath you.

What are you going to do to her now? After all that she just did.

"I'm warning you- t-toots," she cocks her gun.

You blink needlessly, extending your free hand out to her. She flinches so hard at first. But then she only stares, stares with a sniffling nose at your open palm. She scrambles to sit up, staring up at you through her eyelids.

She looks so small.

It makes you feel crazy.

Crazy, as she softly takes your hand with a pouty gaze, crazy as you stand together. Crazy as she slaps self-conscious arms around her naked shoulders. Crazy as she half-assedly points at your painting.

It's smeared on the ground, blue paint smothering the edges. Her breasts have an almost Gaussian blur over them, the edges of the sheets were splattered with careless blue. You gasp softly.

"It's perfect," you whisper, voice deathly hoarse.

Now it's her turn to gasp. You drop everything to pick up the painting, rushing it towards your desk, tracking blue paint for every step. Jinx is close to your tail, grabbing your arm as you put it up with the rest.

"You can't leave it like that," she squeaks with disbelief, "It's not even finished."

You look at her, and your eyes flicker to her shirt.

Her face reddens at the implications of her words, and she tries to stammer. But you won't look up at her, carrying that same breathless, artsy, frustrated look from before. You cough sharply, she snaps out of your magic trance as you walk on over to your freshwater, cupping some in your hands as you slurp it up for your hoarse voice.

Jinx is left there, still standing there as she worriedly surveys her surroundings. She bites the inside of her cheeks. She feels like a teenager around you.

She's aware of how your back muscles look in your tank top, aware of how water dribbles down your lips and throat, aware of the sounds of every slurp you take. Her face reddens. You drew her naked.

Her hands lay themselves on her breasts.

You drawing her naked.

Her eyes worriedly fly around again. There are no threats here and that's exactly what makes her so stressed when it comes to you.

You get up again, and she flinches. You walk right back up to her and the painting, seemingly to smile at her before staring at it again. Jinx's heart drums in disbelief, disbelief as she states are your red and bruised neck. She spits out, "I was just about to kill ya', kid. G-Gonna do something about that or what? Or are you just," you move towards her as she speaks, "A-Are you just another one of those m-maniacs," you get in so close as if you're hunting her, "--w-who like...."

Her voice dies dry in her throat. Her lower back hits the table.

You're towering over her, watching as she slaps a hand over her chest, watching as her doe eyes flicker from each pupil of yours. She's trapped between your body, and as she goes to turn out of it, you cage a hand on the table on each side of her, forcing her to face you, forcing her into your trap. You get close, close enough for her to whimper, close enough for her hands to fidget with one another on her chest, close enough for her to shut her eyes.

You blow a teasing gust of air against her lips, she shakes and groans out deliciously.

Your eyelids haze over.

Your throat fucking burns.

She's killing you right now.

You blow against her lips again. She cracks them open with a tremble, teeth parting just slightly enough to reveal her tongue. She shyly begins to open her eyes, but it doesn't matter, as you dive into her mouth. Your teeth clash as you enter a kiss with her, pressing all of your body against her, as she sloppily rests her hands on your chest, feeling your breasts shamelessly.

What were you doing? She didn't know, she didn't know why her legs felt like jello, why she felt like clawing you, grabbing as much of your skin beneath her nails.

But she's a shit kisser. Shit as she interrupts your rhythm, shit as she breathes against your skin and tickles it, shit as she's uncoordinated with her tongue, devising just slapping the warmth thing against your teeth is simulating enough for you.

You grunt in annoyance. You hook hands on her ass as you pull her up and drop her on the desk, separating her legs with your body as you stand between them. You reach and grab her head, angling it just right for your tongue to berate her mouth. She moans and grunts into the kiss, her thighs squeezing against your body, her nailed hands pawing at your tank top.

She's forced to sink into your rhythm, cooperate with your tongue, and learn how to do it all right. And she's a quick learner, too. It doesn't take her too long to get the hang of your hungry, animalistic makeout. Soon enough, she's getting catty with it. Jinx gets catty as she slurps you all up overconfidently, as she pushes back against you to take control and forces you into her sensual, zealous rhythm.

She's realizing it now.

She wants this. She wants it like freshwater in the desert.

She wraps her legs around your hips, pulling you flush against her fluttering core. One of her legs arched like a ballerina, only it displayed her whorish excitement for more. She's catty as she wraps her arms over your shoulders, stretching them out limply, prodding her indexes together with a pleased hum.

As you pull back for a much-needed breath, she giggles sickly, leaning in to bite and pull at your lip. You grunt, desperate to keep restraint. You lean down, dropping your knee on the desk as you guide her to lay down on the desk, thrusting forward to push her up high on it. She gasps with need, but that overcomes as you attack her lips again.

She bucks up, desperate to create some friction on her needy core.

Jinx doesn't know it yet, but her brain has been eerily quiet. It was like everything else in the world had been shut off, but you and you didn't give her any chances for her mind to slip off to its usual hell. Not at all as you pieced off that skimpy top of hers in one go.

She aches into the cold air, her nipples already alert for the pecking. Her breasts were so damn tiny, her pink nipples tart and small. You pawed her little breasts, addicted to how the soft skin kissed your paint-covered palms, addicted to how the tattoo on her side included the side of her bug bites.

You groaned out at the sight, suddenly aware of how clothes seemed to restrain you.

Jinx chuckles as you lean her head back, guiding her ached chest toward your line of sight. She knows what's going to happen, but she stutters out to gain control, "Turned on by anthills? Geez, you really a freak fan."

She's insinuating so much with that sentence. You grunt in irritation, sliding out a warm hot tongue against her perky nipple. She moans out, the sound his hoarse and airy, more of a breath hitch than a proper pretty moan. You suck in the little bit of breast that she has into your mouth, playing with the milky skin with the curl of your tongue. You suck and release them, aiming her and your head towards her other one, sucking and nibbling her nipple.

Her fists tighten by her lap, but she allows herself to be limp in your hold. You have her upper body floating above the desk's top in a loose embrace. The back of her head rests in your palm, and her back leans her weight into the arm that's propped her up. Her legs have her core flush against you, and at this moment, she can't help but notice your strength. You're pretty strong for just a painter, but then again, in the undercity, you have to be.

She can't take it anymore, as she haphazardly grabs chunks of your hair, yanking your head back. You hiss, but you can't help but melt as you stare at her pouty cheeks, and big saucer eyes, as she drowns in bliss. "Mmhf' ta-toots... Don't get stuck here," she moans out. But instantly, she feels your energy shift. There's this dangerous aura shaping your body, as your eyes narrow sharply down on her.

She gulps. You release your hold on her as she rests back on the desk, nervous, anxious eyes following you as you rip off her gaudy pants. They peel off like butter, and you find the glorious Jinx wears no panties. You grunt at the sight. She's barely shaven, but even more so, you're surprised to find out her pubes are the same powder blue. You run an excited thumb down her trail, parting her lips with it, revealing her gorgeous vulva.

She's a bright, soft pink, thickly wet from slick. She sticks to your thumb like glue. Your body language shifts again, and her breath hits. Nothing can prepare her for the moment your lips finally meet her pussy, how her greedy hands grab chunks of your hair, how she gasps sharp and loud and begins to squirm.

Your hot, humid breath encapsulates her, her toes curling, yet you're only tasting her, only slowly dragging her swollen nub up your tastebuds. "Mmmh-- whoa ah," Jinx moans, her sounds are pitched and sharp.

Your hands grab her hips, pulling her upwards, her hips floating off the table, her legs wrapping vice around your head. She squeaks, "H-Hold o-oonh." But you don't listen, hammering her clit, sneaking between her labia, parting her up like the prize she was to you- to the city.

Jinx bucks into your lap, rocking her hips into your flat tongue. She's flying, wind lost from her lungs, panting yet never getting enough. Her stomach flutters, and before she knows it, her back arches off the table, and electricity spills out her body with a forced moan, "T-Tuh-toots!"

She's laid back down on the table with a final kiss to her clit.

You ask, "Your first time?" She came all too quick.

She shoots up, eyebrows pinched in annoyance, "Pff-- Pff! As if."

You barely let her finish, swallowing her confidence as you loom over her again, hands sliding down to her sweetness. Your finger slips right into her with ease, with no resistance as her wetness sucks you all the way in, as you curve it against her bladder. Your freehand grabs her thick braid, twirling it with a cocky glare, as you slip in your middle finger into her body. She clenches around you, walls pulsating.

You thrust into her steady, deep, and hard. The sounds of her wet, dramatic pussy echo across the room. Jinx's eyes fly behind her eyelids, mouth agape, her thighs clenching around your forearm. She's shamelessly moaning and bucking into every thrust, "Mmh-- Yes- like that..."

You'd freeze time to be here forever.

[meetmeinanotherworld]

Guess who just came up with a new super simple "method" to help people affirm and shift to their desired realities!!!

(I'll give you a hint. It's me.)

So, obviously we all know that methods are absolutely unnecessary when it comes to shifting. Like COMPLETELY unnecessary. They're just tools to help, but they aren't what make you shift. YOU make you shift.

But with that being said, I did just think of something that I believe will help a lot of people. Because we all know that there are still a lot of shifters that overcomplicate shifting, even if they aren't intending to. I think some people aren't even aware of it. But when you try for a super long time, I think some people subconsciously think it's more difficult than it is and struggle to believe that they'll shift during their attempt, even if they do believe in shifting. So I thought of this last night, and I think a lot of people will find it useful because it makes it feel a lot less complicated and lower stakes (in my personal opinion).

So I was thinking last night about how weird it is that I struggle with lucid dreaming more (don't worry, this is not about the lucid dream method), even though I have always had super vivid dreams my whole life and will even sometimes find myself in a dream partially aware that it's a dream, but still not really lucid. And I was thinking about how many times I've had dreams based on just thoughts I had before bed or like content I was interacting with before I fell asleep. Like I'll watch something and it'll be in my dreams, or I'll think of someone and they'll be in my dreams.

So I started thinking, why not use that to my advantage? I'm not even talking about using it to lucid dream and using the lucid dream method. I feel like that might work for some people, but it hasn't worked for me. No, this is much simpler. I was thinking, why not think of a specific thing to incorporate into the dream and when you see it in the dream, you know you'll shift. Hear me out for a second because this might be a bit hard for me to explain.

My theory for this method sort of follows the theory that sometimes when you're dreaming about your desired reality, you've actually shifted to that reality but you don't realize because you woke up in your cr. So dreaming is a process that involves your consciousness. Shifting is also something that involves your consciousness. When you communicate an idea to your subconscious, it holds onto that and it's part of how you get the dreams that you have. So for example, if you set your intention to have part of your dream take place in a grocery store, you can tell yourself that when you have that dream, you are in your desired reality. That your consciousness will know that when you dream that you're in a grocery store, you're actually in your desired reality and you will wake up there.

It's sort of like the lucid dream method, except you don't have to worry about the step of becoming lucid. Because I know part of the lucid dream method that a lot of people follow is that they'll make a portal and they'll shift through the portal. But a lot of people will use the lucid dream method to just set the intention of waking up in their desired reality and affirm to themselves that they're just dreaming in their desired reality at that moment. So it's like that, except you don't even have to become lucid.

So basically, all you have to do is think of something before bed. It can be a person, a place, an object, whatever. You could think of being in a store, or a friends house, or an open field, or think of talking to your s/o, or a family member, or a friend, or you could be around lava lamps, or a sword, or a basketball. Whatever. Just relax before you go to bed and affirm to yourself that something will be in your dream and let it happen. And maybe you'll become lucid too, which would also be great because then you can use the lucid dream method. But you don't have to. Just trust that it'll happen and that your consciousness will know that once you see xyz in your dream, that you are in your desired reality already.

I thought of this because I was thinking about how many times I've just thought of something and then it ended up in my dreams and I realized a good practice for affirming/setting intentions would be to just affirm what I want to see in my dreams and let it happen. But then I took it a step further and thought about applying it to shifting. It is a super simple, low stakes, lazy girl method. You don't have to do anything except relax, trust yourself, and dream. No laying in a specific position, no counting to 100, no subliminals or anything necessary (unless you want).

I just think it's such a great practice for anyone who has any doubts. I mean, you know that dreaming is real, right? You know that when you sleep at night, you'll be able to dream, right? So you can at the very least practice setting your intentions for your dreams. So even if you end up not waking up in your desired reality, you're at least getting in practice for affirming and setting your intention. And if you can do it in a dream, you can do it for shifting. Because it's all just tied to your consciousness.

A step by step example for anyone who needs a little extra clarity-

(And remember to take what resonates and leave what doesn't. You can do whatever feels right for yourself.)

Step one: do what you normally do to go to bed. You don't have to do anything extra unless you want to do anything extra. Do whatever you need to do to relax. I enjoy watching asmr before bed until I start feeling super relaxed and like I could fall asleep and then I'll turn on rain noises or brown noise or something like that to keep me in a relaxed state.

Step two: as you're relaxed, start thinking about what you want to see in your dream before you fall asleep. For this example, we'll say that I want it to snow in my dream. So I'll affirm to myself that it will snow in my dream. I'll say things like "I want it to snow in my dream" "at some point, it will be snowing in my dream" "it will be snowy in my dreams tonight" etc. Just do whatever works best for you.

Step three: as you start affirming and setting your intention, start incorporating shifting. Tell yourself that when you have that dream, you'll know you've shifted and you will wake up in your desired reality. I'd tell myself things like "when it's snowing in my dreams, I know I'm in my desired reality" "I am already asleep and dreaming in my desired reality" "I will wake up in my desired reality" "when I see the snow, I am already there" etc. Again, just say whatever you want.

Step four: go to sleep. That's it. Think about snow as you fall asleep (or whatever you want) and just trust yourself. This is a sleep method. Don't worry about "symptoms." There are no symptoms. Shifting is not a physical process. Don't worry about shifting while you're doing the method. You will shift in your sleep and wake up in your desired reality. That is the point. Trust yourself and really, genuinely believe that it will happen. Honestly, try not to even think about the act of shifting and focus more on just knowing that you'll wake up in your desired reality. Trust that when you're dreaming, you are dreaming in your desired reality.

If you decide to try this, let me know how it goes and how you like it. Remember, methods are not at all necessary to shift. And if you don't feel like this resonates with you, you don't need to try it at all. I just like it because it's simple, just like shifting is. You don't need elaborate methods. Just trust and intention.

[harmoonix]

W O N D E R L A N D

(Astrology/Asteroids Observations) ──────────────────────

ᥴꪮꪑꫀ ꪻꪮ ᭙ꪮꪀᦔꫀ᥅ꪶꪖꪀᦔ ᭙꠸ꪻꫝ ꪑꫀ ────────────────

❤️ - Asteroid Salome (562) in signs and their seductive trait:

Aries Salome - Their aura ♦️

Taurus Salome - Their sensuality 🍨

Gemini Salome - Their voice 🙈

Cancer Salome - Their energy 🫧

Leo Salome - Their power 🌻

Virgo Salome - Their naturalness 🦩

Libra Salome - Their beauty 🌺

Scorpio Salome - Their sexual appeal 🐞

Sagittarius Salome - Their spirit 🌆

Capricorn Salome - Their presence 🌠

Aquarius Salome - Their uniqueness ✨

Pisces Salome - Their love 💞

🖤 - Venus in Pisces/Venus in the 12th house (Venus in Pisces Degrees 12°, 24°) > Their love is so sweet and caring, these natives will make you their everything

❤️ - Venus in Capricorn/Venus in the 10th house (Venus in Capricorn Degrees 10°, 22°) > They appreciate true honesty and loyalty in their relationships and they expect the same thing back

🖤 - Venus in Aries/Venus in the 1st house (Venus in Aries Degrees 1°, 13°, 25°) > Their beauty is within them and you can see that from a mile away, their energy can be felt everywhere

❤️ - Sun/Neptune or Moon in the 12th house can make the native to have weird dreams sometimes, one thing is clear, always pay attention to your dreams

🖤 - Leo Placements especially Leo Saturn and Leo Moon/Leo Sun love to get their recognition/to be recognized for the things they had done

❤️ - Virgo Venus / Virgo Mars and those Virgo in the in the 6th or 8th house can indicate a love for being nurtured by their partners

🖤 - Asteroid Bless (92891) mini - observations

Bless in the 4th house can be blessed with a good family (ofc with good aspects and placements), blessed with ancestry/ancestors

Bless in the 10th house are blessed in their career/job/ blessed by the world and environment

Bless in the 2nd house can be blessed financially/worthy

Bless conjuncting the north node can give a blessed life path/life lesson

Bless aspecting Saturn, the blessings may come slower but they will be better for you 2x

Bless in the 11th house can be blessed with their friendships and social circles

Bless aspecting Juno (3) can be blessed with a good marriage/relationship

❤️ - Part of Fortune in 8th house or Scorpio can be lucky at money since the 8th house and Scorpio rule over legacy

🖤 - Mars aspecting Mercury can be easily provoked or prone to have a nasty comeback in talking when someone talks bad about them

❤️ - Pisces/Capricorn/Virgo and Aquarius Risings can often have dark circles around their eyes usually for the lack of sleep and their 12th house being ruled by dynamic planets

🖤 - Your 2nd house can indicate how picky your are with food, Libra, Virgo and Pisces in the 2nd house are definitely very picky!

Capricorn/Cancer or Aquarius in the 2nd house have chances to become vegan or healthy eaters

Gemini or Scorpio/Sagittarius in the 2nd house may like seasoning food

Taurus in the 2nd house is the biggest foodie out here, they adore to eat

Aries or Leo in the 2nd house may like spicy food

❤️ - Sun at 0° degrees is indeed very rare and it happens when 2 signs change the seasons, the Sun at 0° indicates a new cycle and most times a newborn soul

🖤 - Sagittarius/Aquarius Chiron or Lilith (h12) > Fighting for freedom definition, fighting for their values and worth and their beliefs

❤️ - Capricorn Chiron or Lilith (h12) always fought to have their place in the society, when their rebellious nature some of these natives were raised around strict people

🖤 - I read somewhere that Lilith can indicate your subconscious fear/s, there was a thing about Lilith in the water signs being scared of water sources like being drowned, pulled in the water, dark water/maybe even animals from ocean/sea like sharks etc..

❤️ - Venus/Jupiter in the 9th house can be beneficial house for marrying/lucky in marriage (relationships)

🖤 - Sun or Pluto in the 8th house can be attracted to occult/magic/witchcraft and tarot/astrology too (Neptune as well)

❤️ - Jupiter square or opposite Lilith (h12) always think 'bout sex or naughty things even when is mkt the best moment to do it

🖤 - Pluto in the 11th & 7th house can get envy from others because of their friends/relations with other people that may be influential

❤️ - Venus/Moon and Juno in the 10th house love to buy gifts for their loved ones as a love sign of them, gifting/spoiling

🖤 - Synastry observation: Are you curious if your specific person sees you as spouse/husband/wife material? Check if their Juno aspects your ascendant and vice versa

❤️ - Synastry observation: If they have their Venus in the same sign as your Moon you'll get along with each other very easily

🖤 - Asteroid Helena (101) and your beauty aura

Helena in Fire signs, are like wild fire in a desert, striking, hot, impressive

Helena in Earth Signs, are embodying purity and beauty with sensuality as their love sign, making the perfect match

Helena in Water Signs are hypotonic, they radiate like the ocean waves in the summer, dangerous but beautiful

Helena in Air Signs feel like the first breath, their beauty resembling a muse and their artistic side striking in

❤️ - Moon aspecting Neptune can listen to chilling music while trying to sleep or either ASMR because that can help them to sleep better

🖤 - Sometimes Saturn in the 2nd house can indicate a strict diet for keeping their body safe and healthy

❤️ - Asteroid Juno (3) aspecting asteroid Thalia (23) mini observations (sextile/trine/conjunction)

The spouse will make you definitely to laugh a lot

Cherish spouse/relationship

Good humour in the relationship/marriage ) laying on the floor whole laughing relationship)

Making each other to laugh randomly

Spouse making your day better with their humour

🖤 - Saturn in Scorpio/8th house can have a fear of intimacy, or fear of being judged by their lovers, which can lead them to being anxious

❤️ - 10th and 2nd house placements love shopping 🛒🛍️, buying everything they can

🖤 - Saturn in Virgo/6th house can't focus on anything if their environment or place is dirty, they'll spend all day to clean or to make it home welcoming to their own place

❤️ - Chiron in the 1st house or aspecting ascendant tends to compare themselves with other and HONEY don't ever do that! The purpose of this placement is to heal not to damage it!! So never do that

🖤 - Asteroid Groom (5129) aspecting Chiron > The spouse can either heal you or you can heal them ( healing eachother) otherwise this aspect shows me a spouse who has been hurt

❤️ - 2nd house placements together with Cancer and Taurus placements may like/enjoy cooking

🖤 - Pisces/Gemini and Scorpio Moons can have a tendency to listen to sad songs more than usual, it's their mood

❤️ - Venus aspecting Sun (all aspects) have a charming presence, their beauty is very luxurious and they shine always

🖤 - Jupiter trine ascendant gives the native a lucky charm in their appearance/looking even their presence is felt as powerful

❤️ - Venus/Libra or Taurus in the 4th house > Their home brings peace to them, they radiate Venus vibes in their home and can often decorate it aesthetically or artistically

🖤 - Some "mini - observations" about asteroid Ceres (1)

Ceres in Libra can indicate you need to nurture yourself especially when it comes to your beauty - don't doubt yourself

Ceres in the 4th house can have a nurturing/peaceful home and radiates purity also powerful ancestos

Ceres in Sagittarius Degrees 9°, 21° or Ceres in Sagittarius, the native likes to have their own freedom of soul and peace of mind

Ceres in Scorpio or in Scorpio Degrees 8°, 20°, placement gives a deep nurturing when it comes to sex and intimacy

Ceres in Aquarius or in the 11th house can be nurtured by their friends or vice versa, their find comfort and peace in their friendships

❤️ - Mercury aspecting Venus (all aspects) give the native a comforting voice, their voice is so pleasent to hear

🖤 - Midhaven In Libra/Taurus or Pisces can indicate working in a artistic field or having their degree on your midheaven

Libra Degrees 7°, 19°

Taurus Degrees 2°, 14°, 26°

Pisces Degrees 12°, 24°

❤️ - Capricorn Sun/Moon/Rising, one thing if you have one of those placements is PATIENCE 😭 I know..I know...things come with the time if you have these placements

🖤 - Saturn in the 12th house/Capricorn in the 12th house makes the native to be always tired somehow, from lack of sleep

❤️ - Lilith (h13 or h12) aspecting Saturn (especially conjunction) - Beware of the threats that may lead you to descend into hidden fears, phobias, and insecurities. This aspect also signifies the dissolution of karmic habits. (Saturn conjunct Lilith is particularly a powerful yet destructive karmic position)

🖤 - Some "mini - observations" if you have Lilith (h12) or true Lilith (h13) aspecting the Midheaven (MC) :

You can be seen as a sex symbol/seductive to the public

You can be seen as "dangerous" just for the the fact that you're different

You can attract jealous people along the way in your job/workplace/career

You can attract people's attention very easily/the energy of your midhaven

Your energy can come off as mischievous

People can gossip or talk a lot behind your back/being too much interested in you

❤️ Another post in the pre-making to come for y'all 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 ❤️Ay ay ay! I just saw how long this post is...🫡 ❤️🙌🏼 Enjoy life as much as you can!!

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𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; 18+ interactions only, wlw, omg i wrote something SFW!

Sevika being "not good with kids" but kids loving her anyway. She doesn't hate children, of course - she's just awkward around them. Sevika's generally not much of a talker and kids tend to talk a lot, so being left alone with a kid to entertain isn't ideal for her. Not only that but she's big and has a (also big) mechanical arm modified with sharp weapons. The control she has over her arm is unmatched, obviously but the subconscious fear that it's going to malfunction or something too close to a little one is always in the back of her mind when they're around. It never does. Because duh.

Kids though? Oh, they love her. She's quiet, but she's great at "pretending to listen" (as she calls it). As much as she doesn't want to admit it, some of the things kids talk about are deeply entertaining. One time she was 'forced' to listen to a six-year-old daughter of one of Silco's goons talk to her about a game of house that went wrong and the drama between the kid who played the mom and the kid who played the dad was so intriguing she started asking questions like she was watching a reality TV show.

Her height, her strength, and her arm? To any other adult those qualities make her a lethal tank of a soldier. To a kid? Free jungle gym. Kids that sometimes come around her quickly figured out that the most she would do is scowl at them and gently place them back on the ground if they started climbing up onto her, and the scowling doesn't even happen often anymore because one time she made a little girl cry. Now she just rolls her eyes, and entertains it for a little bit before making them get down.

One of the funniest things she discovered she could do is straight up lie. Children lack that filter between their brains and their mouths that blocks adults from saying whatever the Hell they want so they frequently ask about her arm. At first she just dismissed the question, then one day she thought about it and realized...they don't know. She could say whatever she wanted and what were the kids gonna do? Tell her it didn't happen that way?

"Where'd your arm go?"

And then her answer would be something different for each kid:

"It got bitten off by a shark" "I lost it battling a dragon" "This is my arm...I was born with it" "It just didn't wanna be there anymore....seriously, just got up n' walked away from me one day." (a favorite she had to stop using because one day a kid spent the rest of the day clutching his arm in fear that his arm would decide it didn't like him anymore and walk off)

Have y'all ever seen those videos of dudes holding babies weird? Doctors will come on the internet and say it's good for the baby, which, slay, but it's still a weird way to hold a baby, right? That's how Sevika holds babies. She will do everything but hold them 'correctly' for some reason. I once saw this video of a guy carrying his baby by the back of its onesie like cats carry kittens by the scruff of their necks and I could 1000% see Sevika doing just that (obviously once the baby can like, hold its own head up). Or like carrying the baby on their stomach on her forearm (I think it's called a football hold?). It's always a little anxiety-inducing to see but also a little funny because the baby would just be chilling and looking around, not caring how precariously it's dangling in the air.

I dunno what made me do this at 7 in the morning but uh...yeah

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[acexsmhking]

Poly!Brim x GN!Reader

╰┈➤ General Head-Canons for Brian & Tim

Summary: General Head-canons for our two lovely older men

Warning(s): 18+ content, sexual content, GN!Reader, Canon & non-canonical content, personal adaptations

SFW!!

Okay so… this is a.. very weird, complex yet not complex situation

Brian and Tim’s very individual relationship is… unlabeled. It’s so platonically romantic that there just wasn’t a label to fit them

Best way to describe them is soulmates, they just are what they are.. and it’s kinda gay

Brian and Tim have been together like this for years, almost two whole decades. Since back in their college days they’ve been inseparable

You most definitely meet them sometimes after Brian resurrects (he is not dead!!! As they drag me to a padded room)

At first everything is just friendship, it takes awhile to gain their trust, especially Tim’s as he some.. heavy survivors guilt

The romantic part of your relationship starts happening very… uhhh natural?? Not rlly talked about kinda way

At some point those cheek kisses and friend dinners just had a shift in them and none of yall addressed it

It wasn’t until you took them home to meet your family and introduce them as your boyfriends subconsciously that you all had “ohhhhh” moment

I literally cannot explain to how absurdly healthy a relationship with Brian and Tim is. Like it is so emotionally, physically, and spiritually fulfilling

Like whether poly or individual they are so Jowwnoanswn

Ahem. Pardon

Brian is most probably the tallest one, since he is 6’4 and he EATS it up. He just loves when you or Tim call him to grab something that he may or may not have placed too high

Don’t be fooled though, Tim is definitely the strongest one out of pair. He can hold you and Brian

That one couples TikTok

They BOTH spoil the ever loving shit out of you. Like it’s just constant. They come home with flowers or trinkets or something

Brian is the most likely one of out the two to bring you things like rocks and shells

It goes without saying Tim is.. incredibly socially awkward. Although not nearly as bad as when he was younger

When he’s talking to new people he has a nasty habit of picking his fingers, Brian always holds his hands when he’s there and you pick up on this habit. Also holding Tim’s hands

Tim is the middle sleeper. A duty bestowed without his knowledge

He’s just soo cuddly and Brian really likes his leg space

You and Tim both collectively steal Brian’s cloths. His jackets, hoodies, shirts, boxers, pants, shoes. The man can’t even defend himself

You are now Toby’s mom.. figure.. kinda. He’s a little hostile towards you at first (more like a lot) but he warms up to you.

You very much so live an American dream type lifestyle. Gated community, pretty houses, wrap around porch. Whole shebang.

Again I mean… being possessed by a white.. tentacle.. static entity isn’t fun and you miss “basic” forms of living

Meeting Hoodie and Masky though was… well.. something.

Occasionally Masky would just front to hang out with you and Brian. Of course early in the relationship you never knew these “behavioral changes” were him and only Brian did

Hoodie typically only fronts on occasion when Masky is around. He’s still a little mad at Tim and likes making him beg for it

However, seeing them in their clothes that you had once noticed shoved into the corner of the closet was.. scary

They don’t hurt you, but I mean just walking downstairs for water one night and seeing two masked men in your home?? Yeah you reached for the gun

Of course it was a weird confrontation, they can’t talk so they could only give you hand gestures until Hoodie calmed you down enough to grab a piece of paper and pen

Safe to say… you were pissed. In a way. And that’s when you learn about everything. Who they are, what they’ve done, what they do and what Toby is

It bridges a lot of unanswered questions. Questions you never really asked cause again they make you feel so safe and secure your mind kinda just.. goes dumb around them

Hoodie is the most physically affectionate. And I mean.. rlly affectionate. Masky is very.. shy. He has to warm to you a bit before even sitting on the same sofa as you. But once he feels comfortable oh boy

It can be a bit… suffocating

Sometimes Masky will just come and lay on you. And while Masky/Tim aren’t super tall they ARE big boys with some hefty muscle and fat(dad bod Tim<3) … like their cocks OMG WHO

Date nights with Hoodie and Masky then become a thing. Typically at home dates since they feel more safe in their masks, like a barrier from the outside world and anything that can harm them

Masky is now the one bringing you rocks, sticks and shells

Hoodie brings you little flower crowns/rings

The boys LOVE seeing you in their clothes. Masky especially.. try not tease him too much

Jessica is definitely you’re bff, you both have scheduled girls dates to relax and just vent/rant about things and gossip

You also meet Jay but it’s very rare as Hoodie and Masky like to keep you away from them, ESPECIALLY Alex.

You learn to cook for Toby. He surprisingly very specific about very certain things. Not picky. Just specific (he’s picky)

Yeah Brian and Tim don’t let you 20ft from a forest. You are told to stay VERY clear from those and if you hear static not to look up

You learn basic first AID from Hoodie/Brian as Masky/Tim is the one that usually comes home the most hurt

NSFW!!

WOWZA.

Bro, you ain’t getting out of bed LMAO imma be so fr

CAN WE TALK ABOUT BODY-WORSHIP. like these boys will spend at least two fucking hours just worshipping you

Kisses, biting, eating you out, massaging you

THEY ARE SO

Crashing our sorry

First of all, they’re both the kind to like wining and dining first but, if you have those real needy needs, especially after they’ve been gone a while? Yeah you gon find out today

You are 100% between them in some way, shape and or form. And god are you getting CREAMPIED. Tim is definitely more open to cumming without a condom with Brian influencing him

Like the devil on his shoulder LOL

they’re just perverts with an unspoken cum fixation

WHO SAID THAT OMG

Now.. threesome with Masky and Hoodie? May you rest in piece. It’s Masky’s turn to influence Hoodie, making him a little more rougher and uncaring than usual. Wow do y’all have a lot of outdoor sex

PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE

Having sex with Tim and Brian is actually so loving it’ll like make you puke. Ugh. #needthat. But also they’re both more than open to uhh.. exploration

HOODIE RECORDS EVERYTHING

Like I mean he edits that shit he is INVESTED

When they’re gone Hoodie will fr just send you videos un-announced a little “thinking about you<3” type thing

Perv

The aftercare; dude. No cause like it’s top tier

Candles, food, shower then a bubble bath afterwards. It’s godly. They will actually DoorDash whatever the fuck you want, spend that money babes they don’t care

That thang is worth every penny to them

LMFAOOO

They lovvvveeee cuddles, so much. Tim/Masky can actually be quite clingy and since Brian/Hoodie are so used to it they fr just encourage it. Sigh imagine laying between them<3

SOMEONE SEDATE ME😭

Brian will never admit it but he loves it when you get your nails done, loves seeing them all pretty wrapped around his cock

Tim lovvveeeessss hair, loves any and all new haircuts you get. Want to decide on a hairstyle? He’s your guy. He will wank that shit too if you have like even the smallest inch

Ngl, Tim’s usual spot is between you and Brian but after sex they both just love cuddling you, like I mean Tim will literally lay you on him and Brian will just be wrapped around you both. Good luck trynna breath

Brian is hiding sex toys that he’s too shy to bring up to you and Tim. Once you find them you actually tease the living hell out of him. Yeah, good luck using those on both of them

HELLO BRIAN/HOODIE PUTTING A REMOTE CONTROLLED VIB IN YA WHILE YOU GUY EAT OUT OR SOMETHING.

Please tell me I’m not the only one.

The mixture of praise and slight degrading/bulling between these two is actually chefs kiss. Delicious

All in all, being with these two is the highest form of honor really and your holes are definitely satisfied LOL

: ̗̀➛ Bro I wrote this forever ago and just like deadass got distracted LMAOOO @an-3moia this is for you pookie. Also y’all Tim will be getting his own fic soon. This will prob be the last fic I post for the day while I work on other things in my bat cave here. Good day my loves — Ace