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Ghost in the Wind — Part One

SUMMARY: All your life, your presence had been nothing more than a faint kiss of a breeze—nothing impactful, nothing worth noticing. So why did it hurt so much when that remained the case after moving to Prythian?

WARNINGS: a bit of angst, feelings of self-hatred and worthlessness, brief mentions of sexual assault

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“No.”

There was no room for argument in Nesta’s tone, no room for anything other than agreement or else she’d reign the Hells on all of them. Her mate be damned, she would not leave the mortal lands without you. Not again.

“If we take her,” Cassian gritted his teeth, “I am inviting her husband to wage war on our kind if he so chooses.”

Nesta bared her teeth. “Rafe is nothing but a coward and a sorry excuse of a man. What kind of war could he wage? If she stays, then so do I.”

Cassian blanched at his mate, his teeth grinding. They were only supposed to have stopped through for no more than a week, to ensure things in the mortal lands were restoring to somewhat of the normalcy they once had before the war.

He blinked at Nesta, noting the way she bore her feet into the solid ground, as if planting herself there like a tree weaving its roots into the soil. He knew the love she had for her cousin, her only friend, as she’d once told him. The guilt she’d felt when she first left the village, left you, hadn’t eased in the slightest.

Perhaps this was the reason she insisted on joining Cassian on this third-grade mission. He cast a quick glance over her shoulder to the small stone house you were occupying, and closed his eyes to ground his breathing.

“We can’t just bring her back without consulting Rhys first.”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Screw Rhys. I’ll deal with him myself if I have to. She is my family, Cassian. My friend. Every night, he beats her and abuses her and takes from her what she will not willingly give. She is coming back with us.”

Cassian took another grounding breath, the iron will in Nesta’s eyes granting not even a fraction of negotiation. There was too much going on right now, too much to sift through to rebuild their city and legions.

But Nesta was right, and despite not knowing you, he couldn’t stomach the idea of leaving a vulnerable soul with a monster who took and abused like Rafe did. Especially not when he saw the pain on his mate's eyes for her cousin.

“Ten minutes. Tell her to pack necessities only. We will need to leave within the hour if we wish to be gone before her husband returns.”

Nesta didn’t cast him a second glance as she turned and sprinted into your home. You scrambled back from the window, heat painting your cheeks that you’d been caught watching them, straining your ears for a sliver of their conversation, to no avail.

She said nothing of your snooping, only grabbed your hand and dragged you to your sleeping chambers. “Pack only what you need. You’re coming back with us.”

You blinked, lungs seizing the air you tried to breathe. Leaving? For the Fae lands?

“Ness,” you tried, but she held up a slender hand to cut you off.

“Don’t. I made the mistake of leaving you behind before. I won’t do it again.” She couldn’t look at you. Not at the bruises marring your skin, or the split lip you’d earned yourself two nights ago for leaving an unwashed pot in the sink.

So you didn’t think twice about the consequences of being caught fleeing. You didn’t think twice at all as you stuffed minimal clothing into a satchel along with a photo of your beloved mother and the worn journal you kept hidden beneath the mattress.

Nesta allowed you a moment to compose yourself as she returned to her mate just outside your home. Home. As if you could ever have truly referred to it as that. This was not a home. You hadn’t had a home since your mother passed ten years ago. Since you married Rafe and your whole world fell apart.

You had prayed. Prayed to whatever out there that would listen. Hoped and hoped that one day your salvation would arrive, that you’d be finally spared from the misery you’d been subjected to for so long. From the pain and terror and loneliness.

You hadn’t realised you were absentmindedly twisting the iron band on your ring finger until the small stone in the centre scratched at your skin. That Gods damned ring that bound you to the monster you called your husband. That iron cage that kept you as his possession instead of his love.

Yet the fear… the fear at the idea of removing it sat far too heavy in your chest. The fear of him finding you, punishing you. But he wouldn’t find you, you knew that. Rafe would never dream of crossing that veil into the Fae lands. And even if he did, you were sure he’d be eaten alive within the first breath he took in that world.

When you met Nesta and Cassian outside, they both had a satchel of their own on their shoulders; stuffed to the brim of bread and cheese and skins of water they’d raided from the kitchen.

The General nodded at you once as you approached. You wondered if you’d done anything to offend him, or perhaps he found this—you—to be an unnecessary burden to him and his day.

“Thank you,” you managed to utter, and both he and Nesta felt the pure relief and gratitude in your voice.

Cassian’s resolve softened, a sympathetic gleam in his eye and he hated himself for a moment for even considering leaving you here alone.

“It’ll take us half a day to reach the wall,” Nesta began, unmoving from Cassian’s side. “When we pass, Azriel will meet us at the border in Spring. Cassian cannot fly the both of us.”

You couldn’t help the apology that slithered up your throat. “I don’t mean to be a burden—“

But it was Cassian who growled in response, “You are not. You are family, and we don’t leave family behind.”

You walked for hours, legs sore and tired and throbbing from the stamina you lacked. But you didn’t want to stop, to ask for a break. They were kind enough to have brought you, you needn’t add any more time onto their already long journey.

So you kept your mouth shut and willed your legs to move, one in front of the other. Hours passed and you could feel that familiar panic rise in your stomach. Nightfall was approaching, which meant Rafe would surely be home by now…

You didn’t want to allow yourself to think of that. Of what he was doing after finding the home empty with nothing but your wedding band on the dresser, the only proof you ever even existed in that house.

It was Cassian who made the call to stop for a break, as though only now remembering how weak a mortal body was compared to a Fae’s—or in his case, an Illyrian.

Nesta had told you many things about her family in Prythian; the members of the Inner Circle, the beautiful city of Velaris and all the wonders it had to offer. Despite the relief you felt for leaving, the anxiety of entering the Fae lands was unmatched to anything you’d felt before.

You rested for only thirty minutes, the three of you eating your way through an entire satchel of food and two skins of water. Perhaps Nesta and Cassian were as tired as you were, though you figured not.

And by the time you reached the wall, night had surrounded you in complete darkness, nothing but a ripple in the air to suggest you had met the end of your homelands.

It was opaque for the most part, but the air seemed to glimmer and fold, as if you were looking magic dead in its face. You allowed your fingers to reach shakily for it, a fearful thought stopping you from making contact.

You turned to your cousin. “Will it hurt?”

She took your hand. “No, though when we pass through you’ll need to stay as close to Cassian and I as possible. Your scent—it’ll be a beacon to all sorts of creatures that roam freely within the Spring.”

Nesta shrugged off her jacket and handed it to you. “It’ll somewhat mask your scent. Just long enough until we meet with Azriel.”

You shoved your arms in the jacket as you put it on over your own and took Nesta’s hand again. Her eyes met yours, something akin to relief and sorrow flickering in her gaze. You didn’t want her pity. And it cleaved your heart into two knowing that you could never do anything to repay her for this, to express just how far your gratitude stretched.

Cassian and Nesta took three steps forward and as you followed, the air rippled around you…you breathed in the new life and second chance you’d been given.

But nothing could have prepared you for what awaited on the other side of the veil.

The first and only thing you saw were a set of sharp, gleaming white teeth before you were shoved to the ground with a hard thud, your head hitting against soft grass with a thump.

Snarls and grunts and shrieks surrounded you, and in the time it took to regain your bearings, Cassian and Nesta were sheathing their daggers once more as the…thing that had attacked lay dead on a field of daisies.

With eerie calmness, you assessed the creature. It was huge, twice the size of Cassian and about four times the size of you. Dark black fur covered its body and ruby red eyes that lifelessly stared into your very soul.

For some strange, obscene reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. Not as you breathed in the fresh soil beneath your feet. It felt as though your world had been turned on his axis, as if only now could you see clearly.

Then you heard it, a distant swooshing in the wind. You angled your neck toward the noise, eyes not needing to squint in the darkness as the stars illuminated the sky so beautifully.

Your brows furrowed, but you did not look away. “Something is coming.”

Both Nesta and Cassian followed your gaze then, stepping closer to your still body. The figure came closer, your initial thoughts of it being a large bird being dismissed as a pair of wings much like Cassian’s, only larger, flipped through the midnight air.

You smelt him before catching his face. Pine and wood and parchment. Mint. There was a hint of mint and something sweet like cinnamon as the glorious Illyrian landed swiftly onto the grass.

Azriel.

You remembered him, the Shadowsinger. Silver streaks of the moon casted across his brown skin as he approached swiftly, those dark and languid shadows moving across his form and snaking the earth until they halted at your feet—assessing.

“So glad you finally joined the party.” Cassian said in greeting, though Azriel paid no mind to the tone his brother offered.

Those shadows wrapped around your ankles softly, slinking your skin as they felt you out. You felt something then, a tug in the air that seemed to pull the shadows back to Azriel’s towering form.

That was when you looked at him, breath stolen from your lungs. He was beautiful. A warrior, that you could tell. Solid muscle covered every inch of him, dark black hair that sat messily on his head and swept down his forehead and brows. Hazel eyes met yours, his lips parting—no doubt at the state of your bruised face.

He was beautiful when you’d seen him previously on his brief visit to speak with Lucien… but now, it was as though you were seeing him truly–with so much clarity in your gaze it almost blinded you. Everything about this land did.

“There are more coming, so unless you want a fight, I suggest we leave.”

His tone held no room for argument, yet he spoke in an unrushed drawl, as if these creatures were the least of his concern. He was as large as Cassian, daggers strapped to his leathers, so you supposed they likely posed little to no threat to him and his skills.

“Can you winnow?” Nesta asked.

It wasn’t lost on you how overlooked you were, despite being the reason for his presence. But like most of your life, it came as no surprise to be somewhat invisible. Cast aside. Unnoticed.

Azriel shook his head. “We’ll need to fly to the border between Autumn and Winter, from there I can winnow us back to Velaris.”

Cassian nodded, reaching for Nesta. “We’ll go first, make sure the area is safe. Follow us in five minutes.”

Nesta looked at you, a silent conversation between you both.

You’ll be okay?

I’ll be fine. If you trust Azriel then so do I.

No other words were exchanged when Cassian hauled Nesta into his arms, spread his magnificent wings and shot to the skies. You watched until they were a mere dot beside the stars before returning your attention to the Shadowsinger who was already offering you his.

“It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.” He said politely.

You wondered if he’d remembered your name from your first and last encounter almost a year ago, or if when Cassian sent word for aid he’d reminded him of it.

Either way, you offered a timid smile. “You too, Azriel. I apologise for troubling you with this. All of you.”

He shook your apology off. “It’s no bother. Are you hurt anywhere?”

You knew he wasn’t referring to bruises and cuts you already adorned. It seemed as though stepping through that veil gave you more clarity, more understanding of silent thoughts and everything else around you.

You shook your head. “No.”

“Good.” He nodded, and those shadows threatened to reach for your ankles again.

Azriel didn’t pull them back this time, only took a tentative step closer. “I apologise, they’re no threat. Not to you.”

You nodded, gaze upon them as they slinked further up your body and wrapped softly around your arms. Azriel almost bristled at the way you remained so calm. He wondered how much about him and his family you knew. He supposed Nesta had told you much through letters and such.

You didn’t reply, couldn’t bring yourself. You knew how deadly the Inner Circle could be to their enemies. And yet these shadows touched you with more softness than your husband ever did. You didn’t let that thought show on your face.

“Everything feels different on this side of the wall,” you admitted, a little breathless.

Azriel remained looking at you. “Everything feels…clearer.”

You waved the shadows off your body gently, silently shooing them back to their master.

“I’ll need to fly you like Cassian did to Nesta,” he began. “Are you afraid of heights?”

You didn’t know the answer to that. But the thought of being held by him the same way Nesta was by Cassian… that thought scared you. And not because it was Azriel, but because of the sheer closeness and intimacy that was needed for it.

You swallowed it down. “No… I don’t think so.”

He nodded, taking another step closer with an outstretched hand. “You can close your eyes if you wish, and I’ll fly slowly, I swear.”

You heard it then, the pattering of paws on the grass, of claws digging into the soil and snarls of breath into the night. You looked to Azriel, eyes a little wilder than before. He nodded, as if he already knew what you were about to say.

He held out his hand further for you to take, and you took a hold of his marred skin, calloused under your softer palm but you didn’t balk, didn’t pull away as you got a clearer view of the scars that adorned him.

Azriel hoisted you into his arms, cradling you to his chest. “The take off will be harsh, make sure you hold on tight to me.”

And he wasn’t lying. Azriel bent his knees and shoved his full weight into the earth before you both shot into the starlit skies. You didn’t close your eyes, you wanted to see everything this world had to offer. A world that was always at your fingertips but never accessible until now.

The wind seemed to whisper to you, gently caressing your bruised skin and promising a better life. A new life. As though the elements welcomed you home.

It was only moments of uphill force until Azriel evened out and began a steady speed through the clouds. His scent enveloped you, almost overbearing as it encompassed all of your senses.

You worried for a moment then. If his scent surrounded you this way, you wondered how badly yours did to him with such heightened senses. You tried to hold your breath for longer than usual, tried to steady your heartbeat, afraid he’d hear it.

“Are you okay?” He murmured against the shell of your ear. Because even though you tried to mask it, he could sense your every feeling, your every tremor and sigh and sob.

Tears streamed down your face as he flew you both north toward the border between Autumn and Winter.

“Thank you, Azriel.” And you thanked him and thanked him and thanked him. Until your voice grew hoarse from the sobs and you let yourself realise that you were finally free.

Finally safe.

In the transitioning week of being escorted to the Night Court, you had hardly spoken to a soul. For the first two days, you appreciated the silence, the safety–basked in it, even. Nesta had shown you to your room in the House of Wind, an incredible home built into the walls of a large mountain that overlooked the city of Velaris.

“Should you need anything,” Nesta had said softly, “ask the House, it listens.”

And she had been right. The first night, you thought of a hot bubble bath and a gentle breeze had sifted through your sheer curtains, guiding you to your personal bathing chambers where a hot bath had been drawn, scents of calming lavender and jasmine coating you.

You only saw Nesta twice after that, once when she brought you some of her favourite romance books and again, two days later when she told you Feyre and Elain sent their love and well wishes.

She’d had the family's healer, Majda, check you over for any untreated injuries, and when she came up short she offered you a few tonics for the discomfort and encouraged you to rest before sending you back on your way.

You shouldn’t have expected more, shouldn’t have longed for more. You supposed Nesta had done her part enough–saving you from Rafe and bringing you here. And yet, despite the House tending to your needs and the souls of the romance novels…you felt just as alone as you had in the mortal lands.

You hadn’t seen Azriel since either, nor Cassian. You didn’t have much right to ask after them, to thank them again. They had their own lives and roles to fill, you knew your rescue had been nothing more than another third-grade mission to them.

By the fifth day, the realisation had begun to sink in. That you’d been moved from one lonely home into another. Perhaps that was the course your life was fated to take–alone, unnoticed, nothing more than a ghost in the wind, nothing worth acknowledging.

You wrote your thoughts into your leather-bound journal, the only form of release you had for these dark emotions. Yet every time the pen lifted from the parchment, you felt heavier than you had before.

You were yet to leave your bedroom, often sitting at the window seat that overlooked the lights of the city, wondering what life awaited down there. Wondered if you’d ever get the opportunity to explore it. Nesta had mentioned that the House was warded from winnowing, the only way out was to fly or descend the ten thousand stairs.

But you couldn’t fly, and you wouldn’t make the steps down either. You weren’t a prisoner, you knew that. But Nesta had done her part, saving you, bringing you to her and Cassian’s home. You were not her responsibility, not anyones.

Yet, you couldn’t help but feel trapped, restricted. Moved from one stone building and into another. Perhaps that was what finally made you venture out of your room, barefeet padding across the cool floors.

You followed the winding staircase to a lower level, noting the ornate furniture that decorated the large space. A crackling hearth caught your attention, so inviting and warm in front of a plush couch. The House seemed to beckon you to it, a gentle breeze against the backs of your bare legs and it made your short nightgown sway.

Following it, you sat on the couch and a thick blanket materialised and draped itself over your legs at the same time a steaming mug of tea and a new romance novel appeared on the table beside you.

You smiled softly, warmth spreading in your chest as you thanked the House.

An hour or so had passed, not that you were for certain, but the House remained silent. Nothing but sips of your tea and flipping of pages could be heard along with the crackling of the hearth.

For a moment, you felt at peace in your own company. Completely content for this time to sit and read and know you wouldn’t receive a beating or worse for it. You stretched out your back, stifling a yawn as a pair of soft footsteps greeted your ears.

Your eyes widened, an unnecessary apology already on the tip of your tongue, though for what you weren’t sure. That had become the norm for you, apologising for your every breath.

But it was not Rafe that stepped out of the shadows, of course not. It was Azriel, in all his glory, wings tucked neatly behind his back and you counted the seven blue siphons that adorned his leathers.

“Azriel,” you breathed, a sheepish smile on your face.

Finally, some company. Someone to acknowledge your presence and to perhaps converse with. You shuffled on the couch, making to put your book down but all Azriel did was give you a terse nod in greeting and a thin smile before walking down the hall and out of your sight.

It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did. You should be used to this by now. You were used to it. But you couldn’t control that tiny thread of hope in your chest that things could be different. That you could be accepted and wanted and noticed.

For the eighth night in a row, you were left in the dark with nothing but the crippling loneliness and aching of your soul to keep you company.

A/N: Thank you for reading!! This is the first instalment of this mini-series that I literally got the idea for two days ago lol. It'll be around 5/6 parts, smut will come and a few twists you won't expect!! Unfortunately I'm unable to get my old page back (rhysazriel), which means most of my previous writings have been lost but I'll likely repost the ones I have saved in my google docs in the late future (plug!az being one of them.)

If you enjoyed it, please consider giving it a like and reblog, your feedback is always appreciated!! <3

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phoenixrisingastro · 4 months ago

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𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶 𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑽𝑰𝑰: “𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒚 & 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅”

1. Venus-Pluto people don’t want love—they want obsession. They want to feel your pulse quicken at the sight of them, your body ache when they’re not around, your soul shatter when they leave.

2. Mars in Scorpio doesn’t just seduce you—they unmake you. Their touch is a slow, deliberate destruction that you’ll beg for, even as it ruins you.

3. Cancer Moons don’t love—they entangle. They’ll wrap their emotions around you like a suffocating embrace, leaving you gasping for air and unable to escape.

4. Pisces placements will promise you heaven, but deliver hell. They’ll love you into madness, weave fantasies you’ll never escape, and leave you drowning in the deep end of your own longing.

5. Lilith in Gemini is the lover who whispers your secrets back to you at your weakest moment. They’ll seduce you with their mind, manipulate you with their words, and leave you questioning if you ever had control.

6. Pluto in the 7th house doesn’t fall in love—they fall into war. Relationships aren’t connections—they’re battles for dominance, and they’ll destroy you just to prove they can.

7. Venus in Capricorn will make you climb their walls, crawl on your knees, and bleed for their affection. They don’t give love freely—you earn it, and even then, it might not be enough.

8. Mars in Aries doesn’t wait for consent—it’s given in their eyes. They devour you with their hunger, unapologetic, raw, and relentless.

9. Scorpio Moons don’t forgive—they remember. Your betrayal will burn in their mind forever, and they’ll make sure you feel the heat of your sins when you least expect it.

10. Saturn in the 8th house doesn’t trust love—it tests it. Every moment with them is a trial, every kiss an interrogation. They need to know you’ll survive the storm before they let you in.

11. Neptune in the 5th house falls in love with your potential, but hates your reality. They’ll paint you as their muse, then discard you when you fail to meet their impossible expectations.

12. Aries Moons don’t just fight—they destroy. Their rage is a wildfire that consumes everything in its path, and they won’t stop until there’s nothing left of you.

13. 8th House stelliums are walking temptations. People want to touch them, taste them, consume them—but every bite leaves them choking on the bitterness of obsession.

14. Venus in Aquarius will make you feel free, then chain you to their indifference. They’ll love you like a ghost—there, but untouchable.

15. Mars in Gemini thrives on chaos. They’ll kiss you like a lover, argue like an enemy, and leave you wondering if you ever knew them at all.

16. Moon in the 12th house feels haunted because they are. Every lover they’ve lost, every wound they’ve buried, every secret they’ve kept—it follows them, whispering in the dark.

17. Pluto in the 1st house doesn’t walk into a room—they invade it. Their presence is suffocating, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore.

18. Saturn-Moon aspects create emotional masochists. They crave the pain of love, the ache of rejection, the bittersweet agony of knowing they’ll never be enough.

19. Mars in Libra will charm you into bed, then argue with you about who won. They don’t love—they negotiate.

20. Lilith in the 8th house is temptation incarnate. They’ll pull you into their shadows, make you beg for their darkness, and leave you craving more even as you fall apart.

21. Cancer Suns don’t need your love—they need your dependence. They’ll cradle you in their arms, whisper sweet promises, and suffocate you with their need to be needed.

22. Venus in Pisces will ruin your life and call it poetry. They’ll love you like a tragedy, break you like a sonnet, and leave you as a line in their favorite song.

23. Mars in Capricorn doesn’t love—it conquers. Every touch is calculated, every move a strategy. They don’t want you—they want the victory of having you.

24. Moon in the 8th house carries the ghosts of every lover they’ve ever had. Their emotions are a graveyard, and you’ll be just another name on their tombstones.

25. Saturn in the 7th house doesn’t want partnership—they want a contract. Love is a transaction to them, a negotiation of terms, and you’ll never feel truly safe in their arms.

26. Venus in Libra doesn’t love you—they love the idea of you. You’re a mirror for their desires, a reflection of their fantasies, and when you stop shining, they’ll move on.

27. Mars in Scorpio doesn’t need to hurt you physically—they’ll destroy you emotionally. Their silence cuts deeper than any blade, their absence more painful than any wound.

28. Lilith in the 1st house doesn’t walk into your life—they crash into it. They’re a hurricane of desire, leaving destruction and obsession in their wake.

29. Pluto in the 10th house doesn’t seek power—they embody it. Their ambition is ruthless, their hunger insatiable. To love them is to be consumed by their fire.

30. Chiron in the 5th house aches for love but fears it. They want to be held, to be seen, to be loved—but the closer you get, the more they pull away, terrified of the pain they know is coming.

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movingthisblogcelestialtarot11 · 8 months ago

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What can indicate intense eye contact with some one? Is that something astrology can tell? 🤔

Intense Eye Contact

—Sag sun are masters of strong eye contact. They have that wise beyond their years look. Like they’ve been alive for centuries and this is another re-run of their last shitty trial.

—Scorpio degrees/big 6 placements have strong eye contact. And some may avoid it actually because it feels too intimate. Everytime they look at someone its as if they’re skinning them to see their soul.

—Virgo 8h is another one. Always staring at you to figure out who you are behind what you say. Studies your body language to a T. They don’t take anything at face value. Bonus points if mercury sits in the 8h.

—Aquarius placements/stellium their stares penetrate through flesh and bone. They have this manic pixie look at first and it drives you in real deep, you have no idea what you’re signing up for.

—Mars 1h undressing you with their eyes, both in the spiritual sense and physical :) id say this is more so spiritual if they have strong neptune asp to personal planets, neptune conj mars, pisces/cancer placements. They just want to read your soul, but often comes across like they’re trying to figure out what color your underwear is. (Love ya mars 1h)

—Taurus placements have so much soul and rhythm behind their eyes. Serenade me. Hold me. Beautiful gazes, like gazelle. Reminds me of 90s rhythm and blues.

—Cap Venus has that look, similar to a thousand mile yard stare but more solemn. Tranquil. Somber. Always aching for more and wishing for what could’ve been. It moves you.

—Saturn dom has a resting bitch face, it’s iconic. Always looks annoyed or slightly disgusted at something they saw. Rarely stays for long so you can really see the depth in their eyes. Quick glances, or long drawn out eye contact so you know your place, especially if you messed with them.

—Gemini moon can also have intense eye contact. They’re always analyzing the moment and studying in their head, so it looks as if they’re focused innately on you. Paired with Leo gives them a languid, sultry stare. Feline like and does not approach first, no, they invite you with their eyes.

—Pluto-venus asp is another one entirely. Crash and burn with me gaze. Catch me if you can. Play games with me and chase after me. Never gives away their real intentions, always hidden with that same smirk and their flaunting eyes.

—Cancer moon looks absolutely whimsical, embodying the stars. Droopy, bedroom eyes. Can have a delicate tilt to their head when they listen to you. God, it really draws you in. Like two pools of honey, warming you.

—Neptune asp personal planets. A stare you can’t explain. Dreamy, hazy, personal yet you’re placed on the outside. Feels like a sacred reunion when they look at you, adorning you. Strange familiarity like they’ve always known you.

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baldudiable · 7 months ago

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Astrology observations

Pisces/12th house Suns often struggle with knowing who they are. These placements look outside to discover the true nature of their being. They adapt the same habits or interests as people they admire because they don’t know where theirs lie. Pisces & the 12th house are associated with Neptune, the planet that dissolves everything it touches. The Sun is the ego, or your self-belief. When these energies collide, it’s hard knowing who you are and what you want to do with your life. This can be both a blessing and a curse; it makes you open to all kinds of experiences, and allows you to be freed from the need to control outcomes. But it can also lead you to lose yourself and waste time that you could've applied to certain aspirations, and ending up not accomplishing anything worthwhile. if you have any of these placements, it's important that you do some soul searching and find out what it is that you want to do & become.

Gemini is ruled by Mercury, the planet of knowledge and communication. Leo is the Sun, constantly showering the world with its light. Natives endowed with these placements looove talking about themselves and their interests. Leo is fixed, meaning it’s more likely to go deep than a mutable & easily bored Gemini. Combine the two, and you get an expert in any kind of medium. These guys are real yappers; once they are comfortable and start talking, you cannot stop them.

Wha they say about Leo Venus is true. These people love showering their love interest with affection and admiration. They will let the whole world know how they feel for them. Their lovers are an extension of themselves in a way, which makes them super proud and showy. What is also true is that they expect the same in return. Like Libra Venus, they love being in love. So much so that they stay in unhealthy and unsatisfying dynamics because they need to feel love for someone, and desperately want that love given back to them.

Pisces placements are clumsy. This water, Neptune-ruled sign, is ungrounded. Obstacles seem to just appear out of nowhere for them. They often bump into walls or people, hold things too lightly, and drop them. Aries placements are also destructive in that sense. They break things without intending to. Which makes sense considering they are Mars-ruled.

Arians enjoy partaking in physical fights or at least watching other people fight. Many men with this placement enjoy sports like MMA or wrestling. Either they are actively engaged in their practice or are interested. Ruled by Mars, Aries natives possess an innate sense of violence. Fighting helps them release the destructive anger they feel inside.

Virgo Suns are surprisingly forgetful. Since they’re given this collected and organized stereotype in astrology, you’d expect them to always remember important things. But these natives always seem to lose their belongings, postpone answering their texts forever, and forget about loved ones' birthdays. They are so focused on their work or responsibilities that they forget about the actually important stuff.

Libra placements are actually very self-centered. Yes, Libra is the sign of relationships. Yes, it is about balance. But it’s on the same polarity as Aries—the sign of the Self, meaning they share similarities. Libras have the potential to be as self-obsessed and selfish as their counterpart. In this lifetime, they are learning what it means to cooperate and include others. Likewise, Aries placements can be relationship-oriented and generous with their possessions. Their purpose involves learning to share the self without sacrificing it in favor of others.

Scorpio Mars' anger can be explosive and, honestly, quite surprising. Natives keep it under wraps for long until it's just too powerful to contain. As they grow, they learn to tame it, as they know how destructive it can be. They also hate not having control over their emotions because they believe not being in control equals being weak. Unlike Aries Mars, these natives believe fighting means you have lost power over yourself and handed it over to the other.

Taurus Mars embodies the lazy stereotype more than any other Taurus placement. Mars is energy and movement. Taurus is slow and enjoys comfort. This detrimental Mars doesn't enjoy physical effort. Good luck trying to rush them or get them to go somewhere far. They might give in eventually, but you can be sure they will complain the whole time.

A lack of Earth in a chart makes it difficult for you to orient yourself. Even if you've been to a certain place countless times, it's still hard for you to know which directions you have to take to go there.

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loveemagicpeace · 21 days ago

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🌊Healing / powerful placements🌊

Pluto in 12th house-This is a very strong placement. You have a lot of ability to help and your transformations are very powerful. You have a lot of contact with your subconscious and can see and feel things that they do not feel. You can see deep into others and see what is hidden behind them and their energy. You know other people's secrets very well and can predict what they are. A person may not even need to tell you what they are feeling or what they have been through and you can see right through them. In life, you can witness many events that are transformative and life-changing. You can help people change their lives. Throughout your life, you may have experienced many emotional transformations and events that changed everything for you, but you always rise like a phoenix from the ashes. You can see the souls and feel the souls of other people. You may have a great ability to help discover how their soul feels and what they really need. You can endure a lot of hard things in life, you are a very strong person and many people don't see that. You are very good at hiding your power and not letting anyone take your power away from you. Many people will want to take your strength away from you. Pluto here acts like a shadow alchemist—working behind the scenes of your consciousness. It digs up what has been buried, repressed, or denied, and forces eventual confrontation, release, and rebirth. You may not appear powerful on the surface, but you hold deep inner strength that emerges in times of crisis. Your presence can be quietly intense, magnetic, and healing without you even trying. Much of your power is spiritual or energetic—you affect others on an unconscious level. Natural psychic ability, dream messages, and intuitive downloads may be part of your daily experience. You might be a spiritual alchemist, transmuting your own suffering into wisdom and helping others do the same.

Pluto in 8th house- You have a deep connection to the dark world and there is a lot of power within you. Many transformations related to intimacy, death and endings. This placement marks a soul that is not here for a superficial life. You’re here to experience profound transformation, emotional intensity, spiritual awakening, and the mysteries of life, death, and rebirth. You don’t do casual. Your connections are all or nothing, and you want to merge completely with someone’s soul. Sexual energy can be healing, intuitive, or even psychic. You often feel that intimacy is a spiritual experience. You’re meant to go deep into the psyche—yours and others’. This makes you naturally skilled at psychology, therapy, healing, or shadow work. Healing for you doesn’t come from “moving on”—it comes from going through the darkness, owning it, and rising again like the phoenix.There's a need to learn how to let go—of control, fear, attachments, and wounds from past lives or trauma. You may have experienced power struggles, betrayal, or loss early in life—this teaches you how to stand in your true inner power. You may have psychic gifts, especially around sensing hidden energies in people or places.

Mars in 12th house-is one of the most mysterious and spiritually charged placements. This placement holds immense hidden power, but it often takes time, solitude, and self-awareness to fully unlock its gifts. You’re meant to heal the aggressive or repressed aspects of masculinity within yourself and others. You may be drawn to energy healing, tantra, subconscious work, past life regression, or helping others release suppressed pain. You’re especially gifted in working with people who are lost, imprisoned (mentally or spiritually), or misunderstood. You might get flashes of action or energy in dreams, and your energy can manifest in mystical or symbolic ways. You might heal from karmic violence or persecution, learning to make peace with your own inner fire.

Neptune in 12th house-There is a depth and a high subconscious that you carry with you, you can have a lot of contact with spirituality, dreams and dreams can be important or give you messages. You are like a bridge between this world and another, and you often feel more at home in the spiritual or dream realm than in the physical world. Maybe sometimes you don't fully understand this energy, but you can be very creative with it and you can create things you wouldn't have thought of. Sometimes you can surprise yourself with how creative and intuitive you are. Art, poetry, music, and other symbolic forms speak to your soul—your spirit communicates through these channels. This makes you a powerful healer, but also vulnerable to energetic burnout, illusion, and confusion. You may have past-life memories or a subconscious pull toward spiritual traditions, mysticism, or healing arts. Neptune in the 12th is a soul placement—you’re not just here to live a life, you’re here to dream, feel, and heal in ways most people can’t begin to understand.

Chiron in water signs( Scorpio, Pisces, Cancer)-You have a natural ability to heal people and their wounds. You can help people look deeper into themselves and help them with their wounds. People can feel comfortable and more relaxed around you, and they may also feel like they can trust you more. Chiron carries deeply emotional and intuitive healing power. Water signs are connected to feelings, the soul, and the unconscious, and Chiron here indicates that your wounds—and your healing gifts—come from and move through the emotional, intuitive, and spiritual realms. Chiron in Cancer-You have a unique gift for creating emotional safety for others. You heal through emotional presence, softness, and offering people the care you once longed for. Chiron in Scorpio- You are a deep emotional alchemist—able to guide others through their darkest, most painful transitions. Gifted at transforming pain into power, shame into sacredness, and trauma into wisdom. You’re a natural healer for those dealing with death, grief, sexual trauma, or spiritual crisis. Chiron in Pisces-You are a mystic, dreamer, and empathic healer. You help others remember their divinity, reconnect with unconditional love, and surrender to spiritual flow.

Neptune in 1st house- You have a very strong energy, and you can help people with your energy and magic. You may carry with you a special gift that not everyone has. You have a great awareness of your subconscious. You can feel a lot of energy from others. You naturally tune into energies, moods, and frequencies—often without trying. Can be psychic, empathic, or artistic in a way that channels the unseen. You may not realize this, but just your presence has a healing, softening, or otherworldly effect on people. You can be a natural muse, energy healer, artist, or dream-weaver.

Virgo North Node-your deepest soul evolution in this life is about learning to ground your gifts, trust logic and routine, and heal others through practical wisdom—especially after lifetimes of being dreamy, overwhelmed, or overly self-sacrificing (Pisces South Node). Heal through precision: medicine, coaching, editing, organizing, analyzing.Practice rituals that support the body, mind, and spirit (yoga, herbalism, healthy routines). You can be a healer, therapist, mentor, or guide who offers grounded support. You’re a healer of chaos. A bringer of order, clarity, and gentle discipline. Your soul grows when you commit to service, build sacred routines.

North node in 8th / 12th house-with 8th house you’re here to face your fears, surrender control, and merge deeply with others—emotionally, spiritually, and even financially. You evolve through transformation, trauma healing, and shared power. Emotional alchemist: You can help others transform their wounds into wisdom. Death & rebirth guide: You have the power to navigate endings and be a midwife for new life (metaphorically or literally).Sexual healing & intimacy work: Deep connection is your medicine. You're here to dive into the dark, not avoid it—this gives you healing gifts in psychology, energy work, trauma release. With 12th house north node you’re here to release ego, control, and linear logic—and embrace intuition, soul, and spiritual service. Spiritual channeler: Natural psychic, dreamer, or intuitive healer. You can deeply feel and transmute collective pain. Music, art, poetry, dreams—your gifts can come through altered states. You teach people how to let go, grieve, forgive, and dissolve ego.

Saturn in 10th house -You have natural leadership potential, but often feel the weight of expectations—whether from society, family, or yourself. People may see you as serious or mature, even when you're young. This placement often marks someone who will be seen by the public—a person of status, authority, or recognition. You become someone who can lead with wisdom and inspire others through example. Step into the role of mentor, authority figure, or teacher in your field. Create a career that brings real impact, not just success. People may see you as someone who has a lot of experience, knowledge, and maturity. They may see you as someone who is wise.

Saturn in 1st house-You may carry yourself with strong composure and restraint. People sense your inner authority, even if you don’t speak much. You feel a deep, internal pressure to be strong, do better, and stay in control. Many with this placement struggled with self-confidence as children, but grow into powerful presence as they mature. You project strength and maturity naturally. People may take you seriously—even when you're being playful. You’re meant to own your space, not shrink in it. Saturn makes you grow into your identity over time — becoming someone with great gravitas and inner strength. You inspire trust and responsibility. People may look to you for leadership or protection, even if you don’t try to lead. You play the long game. You can rebuild yourself again and again, and come out stronger. This placement can suggest that your soul chose to master the self in this life. You're learning how to carry your own weight and transform self-imposed limitations into a deep, unshakable identity.

-Rebekah🧜🏻‍♀️

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harmoonix · 8 months ago

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Dark Romance

Astrology Observations

-❤️Birth chart placements showing "words of affirmation" as a love language: ❤️

Moon, Venus or Mercury in air signs

Virgo/Gemini/Leo placements

Mercury in the air houses, 3rd, 7th, 11th

7th house in gemini, libra, aquarius

Gemini, LIbra, Aquarius Rising

Venus - Mercury aspects

Moon - Mercury aspects

Sun - Mercury aspects

Virgo/Sagittarius and Gemini placements can be good writers. They can be good at writing on any topic. If you ever decide to write a dark romance book, you can have success alongside that

I observed that for earth & water placements especially Venus and Moon is very important to show that you care and have time for them, dont cancel things with them since they may overthink you dont pay that much attention to the relationship

Scorpio, Aquarius and Capricorn placements especially Venus/Mars/Moon value loyalty a lot in their romantic relationships, they are also value trust in their relations as well

Taurus Sun/Moon/Mars may love to be surprised by their partners with love gifts/does not have to be something fancy or expensive. Just make sure they appreciate it

Venus in the 6h/Venus at 6 or 18 degrees/Venus in Virgo are adorable in a love relatinship, they will always pay attention to everything!! They can offer to do romantic things for you as a gift of their adoration for you

Venus in the 12H or Venus at 12, 24 degrees can have dreams about their partners or future potential partners, they can dream about being into a relationship like in movies

Venus aspecting Pluto in my opinion is the definition of dark romance, this aspect can often make the native to fall in love with "villain" type of partners, or the "bad guys", not the stereotypes but the true meaning of them

South Node aspecting Venus in my opinion is like you try to find your love in every life you have, past or present always searching for that "one"

Pisces/Libra/Taurus Moon/Mars/Venus/7th house need romanticisim in their relationship, they are nothing without the feeling of love in their lives. They can always give the same energy back

Leo/Virgo/Cancer Moon/Mars/Venus/7th house need someone they can rely on in their relationships, a partner you can always count on, someone supportive and proud for being your partner

Capricorn/Aquarius/Aries Moon/Mars/Venus/7th house need a love partner who can see the good in them even when they fail, someone they can go through the challenges of life, someone they can grow old with

Scorpio/Gemini/Sagittarius Moon/Mars/Venus/7th house need someone who lasts, someone who will always choose them, someone who is worthy to love with all of your heart and soul, a love partner who will always put you first

Jupiter aspecting in good aspects Venus natives can have really beautiful and blessed love relationships, you can feel the luckiest with them, truly a real fantasy

Pluto/Neptune/Uranus and Saturn in the 7H give the vibe of "You did all of these just to find the love you always deserved". Generational planets last long and are secured

Moon/Mercury/Mars and venus in the 5H give beautiful creative relationships, someone you can always learn from, someone you can create beautiful things togther

Sun in the 4H husbands will give their life and soul for their family/kids, they will be the best husbands to everyone and kind of like a fahter example to others

If they have their Mars in the same sign as your Venus you can feel both of an attraction and denial to eachother, like you know that you love them but in a way you wanna keep it away too

Mars in Sagittarius/9H or at 9, 21 degrees will be down for whatever you want to do, they love trying new things and love to live the experience together with their partners

LIlith aspecting Sun can create a sort of mystery around people and secret admires, like you can never know if someone has an interest in you because of this secretive aura

Your MARS SIGN can be attracted over the body part its zodiac sign rules over:

For exmaple cancer mars attracted to the chest

leo mars attracted to the upper back/back

capricorn/aquarius legs zone

scorpio mars genital zone

aries mars to the face zone

taurus/gemini to the neck/ears/hands

pisces mars to the feet (No kink shame)

sag mars to the hips/thighs

virgo mars to the belly zone/waist

libra mars to the butt

5H Placements especially mercury, venus or moon can get in relationships young, is that "high school" love, gemini/virgo over the 5h can as well

Having a partner who has 8H placements especially Jupiter/uranus/venus and mercury is so HOT! Dominant energy yet always lovely to their partners!!

Uranus in the 5h/8H can make people interseted in your sexual life, sexuality, kinks, things that turn you on and so many others,,,some got no shame at all

Uranus in 2h or the 6h loves a good damn physcal touch!, they will love being touched everywhere but i feel they mostly like to give hugs and kisses

Lilith aspecting Neptune can give sexual fantasies/illusions, they can have lots of sexual dreams as well in harsh aspects these can be too intense

Lilith aspecting Jupiter can have a very high libido/sexual life or they may seek/look for that in the future, especially in harsh aspects can make the naitve a "nympho"

3H placements like mars/venus or even pluto can give someone a car/motorbike love fantasy for example making love in the car, or idk kisisng on your partners motorbike is something that is usually involved with these

Pluto or Neptune in the 8H can make the native sexual obsessed or obsessed with sexual tendency! It can go or transform into an addiction over time

9H placements can make good family bounds with their partners family. esp a good sister or brother in law, in case of marriage it can bring more abundency to both natives life

11H love placements like venus,moon/juno can easily have those "friend to lovers" relationship and i knowww this have been said for too long so lets switch a bit, they can create a very deep bound with their partners, i think ppl with these placements fight less or have less arguments because they understand each-other so good, if venus or moon has good aspects it can turn into a really good relationship

I heard some bloggers saying that Saturn in the 7H can be a boring love relationship placement and i felt like i need to say something about this because i dont think is that easy to have this placement in the 1st place, is something that grows overtime and usually gives more results when you become an adult, it gives a good amount or resurance about your partner, for some people even a sucessful relationship, a good bounding with them, more maturing relationships, and a very supportive spouse. I dont think any placements are boring in love topics. Maybe is just the process of waiting for that one person that can be "boring"

People who have scandals or dramas around their relationship can have Libra Mars or mars in the 7H because, is usually coming from other people rather than the partner or relationship itself, is more like people trying to break up your relationship, thats why some people choose to keep their relationships private

In a womans chart, the sun can also represent 2nd marriages or 2nd relationships in case there are some. It is mostly for those who have been divorced

Mercury in harsh aspects to Venus or Moon can make you feel like youre gonna embarass yourself in front of your partner, which is mostly not the case, never be afaird to show your fully self to your partner because if they are right one they will aceept all your silly sides

Friday 11th 🤎🤎 sounds so dark for some reason, and I love it!!! Hope you all have a good Friday and weekend as well

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theskywithin · 3 months ago

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Birth Chart Breakdown - Mars Through The Houses

We speak of Mars as drive, desire, action, but beneath every spark is a story. A reason we move the way we do. A part of ourselves we’re trying to protect, prove, or reclaim.

First House

Your strength is seen, but rarely softened. You lead. You assert. You enter every room like it owes you space. But even warriors long to rest. You’ve learned to carry your identity like a shield, but who are you when you’re not proving you belong? Even fire needs a place to burn safely, without burning through everything.

Second House

You chase security like it owes you proof. As if having more will finally make you enough. You work hard. You hold tight. You protect what’s yours. But self-worth isn’t earned, it’s remembered. Let your value rise from within, not from what you build to be seen as valuable.

Third House

You speak like it’s survival. Sharp, fast, relentless. Your mind is wired for action, always reaching for understanding, but sometimes, silence speaks louder. Not every truth needs defending. Not every thought needs to be said to be known.

Fourth House

You protect your inner world like a soldier on sacred ground. There’s a storm in your ribcage that only you know how to navigate. You want peace, but sometimes peace feels unsafe. Not every memory needs to be rewritten. Some things can simply be witnessed, without turning them into wars.

Fifth House

You love loudly. Create fiercely. Every emotion becomes a firework, quick, bright, unforgettable. You chase the thrill because it reminds you you’re alive. But your joy doesn’t have to be earned through fire. Let passion be a home, not a chase. Stay long enough for it to bloom.

Sixth House

You work like your worth depends on it. You keep moving, fixing, improving, hoping the inner chaos might finally go quiet. You measure love in usefulness. But rest is also a form of service. You’re allowed to slow down. You’re allowed to just be.

Seventh House

You don’t just want love, you enter battle for it. Your passion in partnership is unmatched, but sometimes you fight because connection feels vulnerable. Not every relationship needs saving. Not every bond is proof of your power. Let yourself be met, not just pursued.

Eighth House

Intensity lives in your bones. You crave the kind of connection that consumes and remakes. Power, trust, surrender, they’re never simple for you. But transformation doesn’t always require destruction. You can release without disappearing. You can love without losing the parts you’ve fought so hard to reclaim.

Ninth House

You move like there’s something to outrun. You chase freedom with holy fire, as if motion itself can offer meaning. But freedom without reflection can leave you ungrounded. Let your beliefs evolve as you do. The horizon will always be there, but truth lives in how you carry it with you.

Tenth House

You climb. You conquer. You build. You measure yourself by impact, by progress, by proof. But legacy without soul is just performance. You are more than your public self. Let your ambition serve your inner world too. True success is showing up in both.

Eleventh House

You fight for the future. For the group. For the cause. You dream big, act fast, and pull others toward the vision, but even visionaries get lonely. When you’re always leading, it’s easy to forget to belong. Your power multiplies when you trust others to walk beside you.

Twelfth House

Your fire moves inward. A quiet battle. A sacred undoing. You’re not always sure why you act, or where the emotion is coming from, only that it demands release. Your anger speaks in symbols. Your passion hides in dreams. But what grows in the dark is not weak, it’s ancient, holy, and learning to rise in its own way.

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lanabuckybarnes · 30 days ago

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| Heating Up |

18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing(s): Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Steve Rogers

Warnings: A/B/O Themes, Heat, Polyamory, Oral (F), PinV Sex, Knotting, Two sickly sweet alphas who adore their baby — if I’ve missed any let me know.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: Well hello enjoyers of my work I’m so sorry I abandoned you but life came at me fast. Having a puppy is hard work and before I knew it he was almost a year old and I hadn’t posted in a long time. I had surgery also so with everything going on I haven’t had time to write but hopefully I’ll get back to it. For now please enjoy a lil snippet from my drafts you beautiful souls.

This has not been looked over thoroughly forgive my mistakes!!

Your mates were concerned to say the least. You’d spent all but the better half of this week avoiding them, choosing to spend most of your waking hours cooped up in your room instead—only leaving to eat when both men had vacated the house or were tucked up in the much larger bed in the master bedroom.

“Steve have you seen my shirt?” A half naked Bucky stomps in, a scowl marring his perfect features. His bonding mark on perfect display above ropes of muscle that rippled and stretched at each little movement he made.

Steve only hummed, jutting his chin out in the direction of the closed door, your separate little bedroom.

“Thought I couldn’t hear her sneaking out while you were showering, I saw her come back with it not even five minutes ago.” Steve tossed the contents of his frying pan into the air, making sure to catch everything again effortlessly.

This hadn’t been the first time Bucky or Steve’s clothing had vanished into thin air this week. Just the other day Steve and Bucky had gone to training, each of them discarding their clothing in a pile before showering. When they finished the pile was nowhere to be found. They’d tried to question you, Steve pulling on the handle of the closed door but it was locked.

They both had a sneaky suspicion about what was up but you hadn’t had anything since dating the Alphas. It would be strange for it to happen now, right?

They let your strange behaviour continue, you weren’t harming anyone but Bucky was chomping at the bit to see you again. The more reserved of the two had become quite smitten with you, his bonding mark itched when you weren’t joined at the hip and the itch was becoming too much to bear. He waited until Steve was distracted before picking the lock of your room and stepping in.

The first thing that hit him was your scent, heavy in the air, its cherry undertones strong and almost overpowering, he could almost taste it. His alpha brain clicked instantly and told him to leave you alone but his human side craved your contact.

You weren’t in the bed, the shower running let him know exactly where you were. The perfect cover for him. The white sheets had been thrown on the floor, the bed littered in Steve and his shirts and other discarded clothing. It took him only a second to realise that the arrangement was intricate and thought out. A nest.

“What? Get out!” You snarled from behind him, teeth bared and eyes crazy, your body wrapped in a little towel. He blinked at you for a second before promptly apologising for the intrusion and slinked out of the room, jumping lightly at the loud slam and click of the lock.

“She’s in heat.” Steve groaned from his spot in the hall. Your sweet scent had wafted throughout the house, alerting Steve of your vulnerability. His cock hardened in his pants as his pupils dilated, matching the same look Bucky had.

Both of your poor alphas went to bed painfully hard, trying to ignore your soft yowls from the other room. You tried to hold off, deal with the feeling on your own but you couldn’t, you needed them.

Steve awoke instantly at the creak of their door, his nose twitching at your smell. He glanced over to Bucky who clutched your pillow, still fast asleep.

Your whimpers grew closer, the bed dipping under your weight as you crawled onto the mattress, until you straddled Steve.

“Stevieee,” you moaned weakly, your hips grinding into his brief covered crotch, your pussy hot against him. You whined as his length twitched against you, hardening easily.

“Oh angel, you’re in heat?” He asked, his large hands helping you move. When you nodded he snarled, flipping you both over until your head made contact with the pillow in Bucky’s arms, Steve’s head nuzzling into your neck, his teeth nipping and licking at your bonding mark. The ministrations had your sweet scent flowing from you in waves. The scent woke Bucky up, his hot breath on the side of your face as he growled lowly.

“Babygirl, you finally come around?” He chuckled at the pathetic sound that fell from your lips, your hand carding through Steve’s dirty blonde locks as he kissed down your almost naked body. Your panties clung to you as another wave of slick fell from you.

“Don’t k-know why…mm Stevie…just felt hot and needy,” you babbled, tears pooling in your water line as you looked up at Bucky. He thought you looked absolutely ravishing, your lip petted and swollen from your lip biting, your body flushed and glistening already.

“You shouldn’t have held back from us omega, you know we live to serve you.” You cried out at his words, nodding before leaning up slightly to slot his lips with yours.

Steve’s chuckle vibrated against your core as he watched how desperate you were. Steve didn’t mind that you and Bucky had such a close relationship, you were his first after all, but he knew you loved him too. Especially when he suckled on your sweet scent through your cotton panties.

“Mmm Stevieee,” your head fell back onto the sheets, your mouth gaping as your eyes fell shut, the fingers in his hair tugging tightly.

“You like that angel? Like your Alpha tasting you? Taste so sweet omega, so fucking sweet.” He growled, hooking a finger into the gusset of your panties before devouring your pussy.

Your sweet moans and whines were like music to your Alphas ears, your hips grinding up and practically riding Steve’s bearded face. You came undone when his nose nudged your sensitive little bud, your cunt gushing over his bearded face. You didn’t even know you could leak that much.

“Oh pleasepleaseplease Alpha, need your knot so bad, so so so bad,” you sobbed, uncaring of who’s knot you got, you just needed to be filled.

“Ok babygirl, alphas got you ok? We’ll let Stevie fuck that weeping cunt first alright, since he was such a good boy and made you cum” Bucky moved so he was sitting behind you, his arms holding your hips while Steve slipped your panties off before moving each of your feet to rest on his bulging thighs, spreading you out for the blonde haired man.

You keened at the sight of Steve’s long length, the curve of his cock decorated in thick, rope like veins leading to a fat tip. He might not have been as thick as Bucky but he still stretched you out nice.

You both moaned in tandem with each other as Steve sunk into you, his head grazing the rigid skin of your sweet spot making you clench around him almost painfully.

“Ohh fuck angel so tight, mmm relax lemme breed that sweet pussy ‘mega” he was panting already, balls slapping against you as he fucked you deeply, making sure you could feel everything. Your soft noises mixed with the slick slapping sound and wet squelching filled the room, your pussy gushing all over the sheets. You must’ve looked pathetic, wailing for your alphas cock to breed you full.

To both of them though, you were the sexiest fucking thing ever. Bucky lipsed down your neck, whispering sweet nothings to you as Steve picked up his pace.

“Ohh there we go babygirl, taking it like a fucking champ. Stevie gonna breed you full of his pups yeah? Look at how soaked you’ve got him, such a good little omega”

Bucky’s filthy words paired with Steve’s swelling knot sent you over the edge, your screams reverberating off the walls—neighbours be damned. Steve followed suit, pressing as deep as he could into you before spilling his seed, his knot swollen to full size to prevent anything from slipping out.

You might’ve blacked out, you don’t know, the only thing you could vaguely register was Steve’s teeth biting down on your dark mark, causing another shockwave of your orgasm to shoot through you.

“There we go babygirl that’s it took it so well, ohh my fucking god” Steve’s chest rumbled with laughter as he settled, grabbing the water Bucky handed him and gulping down gratefully before helping you take a drink yourself.

Both of them moved so that you lay on top of Steve, waiting for the swell of his knot to settle. Bucky’s fingers brushed through your locks, his head laying on Steve’s other pec so he could kiss you gently.

“Take a little nap babygirl ‘cause once Stevie’s knot is gone I’m gonna fucking ruin that cunt, ok?” Despite the sweet way he spoke you knew Bucky meant every single word of it. And your pussy throbbed with excitement.

“We are never gonna survive this” Steve joked after you’d fallen asleep, his hand running up and down your bare arm. Bucky laughed in agreement before speaking,

“We’ll give it our best shot.”

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍. •°. *࿐

Summary: A year after your death, they get to see you again. But it isn't you, but a monster in your skin. Or JJK Characters deal with the fact that you're possessed by Kenjaku, and it isn't pretty.

Pairings(separate): Satoru Gojo x kenjaku!reader, Suguru Geto x kenjaku!reader, Sukuna Ryomen x kenjaku!reader, Shoko Ieri x kenjaku!reader

Content. Angst with a capital A, death, gore, cannibalism, injury, self-inflicted injury, yandere(?) sukuna, kenjaku is an asshole, swearing, Shoko gets a panic attack, kenjaku!reader, gn!reader !DARK THEMES!

w.c. 1.4k - 2k each || Masterlist MINOR AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

❥ SATORU GOJO "You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same."

Blood paints Shibuya in cruel streaks. Satoru Gojo stands in the ruined station, boots crushing glass and bone fragments as his breathing comes sharp, shallow. The air is thick with the rot of battle—gunpowder, charred flesh, the sickly-sweet scent of blood seeping into the earth. Bodies lie twisted in impossible angles, and in the midst of it all, standing beneath the flickering, dim station lights, is you.

Or what used to be you.

Satoru knows better. His mind screams the truth even as his heart falters, staggering against the weight of a curse wrapped in flesh, your flesh. Kenjaku smirks through your lips, tilting your head with mock amusement. Those same lips that Satoru oh so hoped to kiss again, to watch as you smiled at him with love, the image itself was destroyed by this thing, this monster in your skin. The stitches marring your forehead are like a grotesque parody of a crown, a mark of possession, of desecration.

A reminder that you were a corpse. A corpse that Satoru had cradled in its last moments.

Gojo exhaled sharply, fingers curling into fists. But he hadn't moved yet. Couldn't move yet. His mind was rebelling against the truth his six eyes were showing him. Every cell in his body screamed that this was you. The way your hair still framed your face, the way your body moved, the little mannerisms Kenjaku didn't care to suppress.

But you were gone, his heart and soul knew that. You were gone.

The face was the same—the one he had memorized in quiet moments, the one he used to trace with his fingertips in the dim glow of city lights. The same eyes, but empty now, soulless, swirling with a mockery of life that was not your own. Kenjaku tilted your head to the side, a smirk curling lips that had once whispered his name with affection. No, something trying to fake it.

"What's wrong, Toru?~" Kenjaku mocks with a faux pout, rolling your shoulders as if adjusting to the weight of your body, your body that moves in all the ways it shouldn’t. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The worst part is, you’re not there at all. There's no sign, no trace—nothing in your stance, your voice, not even a flicker in your eyes. Satoru has never known true fear until this moment, until the raw, gaping realization that there is nothing left to save.

“Get out of them,” he snarls, voice like broken glass, but Kenjaku only laughs—a cruel, mirthless thing that stretches your lips in a way they never would have in life.

"Now, now," Kenjaku muses, flexing your fingers, cracking your neck, treating your body like an outfit to be worn. "We both know it’s too late for that."

Satoru already knew. Of course he knew. The moment he saw you, he understood—you were gone. There was no saving something that had already rotted, no bringing back someone who had already left him behind.

But knowing didn’t make it hurt any less.

The ghost of muscle memory lingers—his hands know your weight, the curve of your shoulders, the rhythm of your movement. He hesitates. And in that moment, Kenjaku capitalizes.

When Kenjaku struck first, a flicker of your movement—your rhythm—was enough to send something splintering through his chest. The years spent learning your body, memorizing the cadence of your breath, the slight hitch of your shoulders before you struck—it all came rushing back. His mind screamed at him to move, to counter, but his body froze. He felt helpless, small.

A fist slams into his rside, another against his jaw, rattling his skull. His brain lags behind, barely processing before your foot collides with his stomach. The force sends him crashing through steel beams, debris collapsing around him in a deafening roar. His vision flickers; his head throbs.

Why is infinity off? He asks himself. He knows the answer, hidden in the recesses in his mind, his body remembers you. And his body knows that around you, infinity never had to be on. Panic and pain surges through him, his throat drying up and seizing him as he realizes he had let his infinity down on instinct.

Let his infinity down in front of you. Something so easy as breathing that he couldn’t even catch it. Because your touch was never cruel, never meant to hurt. His body remembered that, knew that you would never hurt him. But this thing wasn’t you. No matter how much it smiled, it never reached your eyes, was never filled with the softness you’d look at him with.

Kenjaku lands softly, tilting their head, watching. "Oh?" They step closer, deliberately slow, savoring it. "You’re holding back?"

Satoru doesn’t answer. Can’t. His chest heaves, fingers twitching with the urge to tear, to destroy, to make sure Kenjaku never uses you again. But when he looks up, all he sees is you—your silhouette framed by firelight, your stance, one he’s seen a thousand times in training, in battle, in life.

The thought of hurting you—no, not you, but the body that once held you—felt like pressing his own hands into the grave you'd already been buried in.

"You're pathetic," Kenjaku sneered, leaning forward, your breath—your breath—ghosting against his face. "The great Satoru Gojo, hesitating like a love-struck fool. Is that what you are? Still in love with a corpse?"

Satoru bared his teeth, his breath coming sharp, fast. He couldn't afford this. Wouldn’t afford this. He had to move.

The next time Kenjaku lunged, Satoru struck back.

His fist connected with your ribs, a sickening crack splitting the air. The body reeled, staggering for only a moment before laughter—high and taunting—spilled from your lips. Kenjaku straightened, rolling your shoulders with a wince, but it was the expression that sent bile rising in Satoru’s throat. Satisfaction.

"Oh, there you are," Kenjaku purred, wiping the blood trailing from your mouth. "For a second, I thought you'd lost your nerve completely."

“Hmm.” Kenjaku inspected your hands—his hands now—and flexed the fingers experimentally. “You know, this body is surprisingly resilient. But I suppose that’s to be expected, considering how much you cared for it.” His lips curled into something wicked, something cruel. “I wonder… how much of it are you willing to see destroyed?”

And then Kenjaku did the worst thing yet. They smiled. And with deliberate cruelty, they drove their own fingers into your gut.

Satoru's breath locked in his throat as he watched you—your hands, the same ones that used to trace his jaw, the same ones that used to comb through his hair— tear into your own flesh. Blood gushed in a grotesque waterfall, soaking into torn fabric, staining the floor in a deep, spreading pool. Kenjaku groaned, tilting their head back in a twisted mockery of pleasure.

The sound was deafening—bone snapping, tendons ripping, flesh giving way.

“Oops.”

Kenjaku twisted your arm back, far beyond its natural limit, until the skin tore and the bone jutted out at an unnatural angle. The scream never came. The body didn’t react in pain, in fact, you– No, Kenjaku was relishing in it. But Gojo felt it, deep in his marrow, an agony that had nothing to do with himself and everything to do with the image before him. Everything to do with you.

The sickening crunch of breaking ribs echoes. Blood drips from your lips. It’s a performance. A slow, methodical desecration. Kenjaku isn’t just killing you. He’s making sure there’s nothing left to mourn.

“I think I’ll tear out the heart next,” he murmured, reaching for your chest.

Satoru let out a scream, broken and hoarse not from overuse but from the guttural pain that this sight had caused him. It barely sounded human, it was something raw, something from the depths of his soul. His cursed energy sputtered pathetically, his body moved before thought, faster than even Kenjaku could track. His hand closed around your throat, squeezing tight, crushing the windpipe beneath his fingers.

Kenjaku let out a breathless chuckle. “There you are.”

Gojo didn’t respond. Couldn’t. His heart was hammering, his blood roaring in his ears. The grief, the rage, the helplessness that had been suffocating him for the past year coalesced into something dark and all-consuming.

But before he did it—before he ended this—he allowed himself one last moment. He pulled you close, let his mind fool him for a moment, and succumbed to sweet, sweet lies. Held you the way he used to, the way he had longed to for so many nights since your death.

And then, softly, almost reverently, he kissed your lips. There was no warmth. No love. No trace of the person he had cherished.

Only death. Only a goodbye.

It’s nothing like before.

Nothing like the nights he held you, whispering sweet nothings against your lips. Nothing like the lazy mornings spent tangled in blankets, your laughter echoing against his skin. Nothing like the desperate kisses before battle, when you’d swear you’d come back to each other, no matter what.

When he pulled away, his fingers tightened around your throat.

“You don’t get to have them,” he whispered. “Not anymore.”

And then he crushed your windpipe, snapping the fragile bones beneath his grip.

Kenjaku gurgled, eyes wide, mouth twisting into something unreadable—maybe pain, maybe amusement, maybe something else entirely. It didn’t matter. Even as he grinned as if winning this time.

Gojo was already driving his cursed energy through your skull, obliterating everything inside. It was a mercy, he told himself. Fast. Efficient. His Infinity shattered through what remained of you, ripping Kenjaku apart from the inside out. The body in his arms spasmed, a sharp gasp escaping bloodied lips before the light in your eyes flickered, dimmed, died.

The body twitched. Shuddered. And then it was still. Kenjaku was gone. But so were you. The body in his arms was nothing more than a corpse now—limp, broken, empty. Satoru held you as you went limp.

He stayed there, kneeling in the filth of Shibuya Station, cradling what was left of you. Your body was ruined. There was no saving it now, not even the illusion of preservation. The warmth seeped away from your skin too fast, leaving you cold. Stiff. Dead.

His hands trembled. His fingers curled into the fabric of your clothes, the blood staining them no longer just his own. Satoru fell to his knees, still holding you, still unable to let go. His vision blurred. His breath came in ragged, shuddering gasps. There was nothing left.

Nothing left but him. But he too, felt hollow as if you took all of him with you. You did, in a way.

Satoru laughed, cruel, to himself as tears pricked at his eyes and dripped on your body. Tears mixing with your blood. The tears didn’t stop, they never did. Similar to how Satoru will never, never stop loving you.

He’ll never stop mourning you, either. Not until he joins you.

❥ SUGURU GETO "Our last goodbyes were never said, but they were felt."

Suguru Geto has spent years carrying a corpse inside of him.

Not just a corpse—your corpse. Suguru had devoured you whole.

Not you, of course. You were already long gone. You had died years before, and he had felt that loss carve itself into his bones like a brand. Changed how he thought of the world, made him see the truth– the problem with the world. What he consumed was nothing more than a curse, a facsimile of you, a grotesque mockery wearing your skin.

Suguru Geto never thought he’d see you again.

Not like that.

Not years later, not with your body defiled by stitches on your forehead, not with your soul gone and a disgusting brain in its place. He had mourned you once, let the grief carve itself into his ribs until he could no longer breathe without feeling the sharp ache of your absence. He had imagined, in his loneliest moments, what it would be like if you returned to him, if some cruel god rewrote reality and placed you back in his arms.

But Kenjaku was not a god.

Kenjaku was a defiler, a scavenger who pried into corpses and made puppets of them.

Your voice came first. A whisper in the dark, laced with mockery. "Suguru~," Kenjaku had crooned, using your lips, your voice, your goddamn face. "Miss me?"

He had nearly been sick.

But Kenjaku was arrogant. He had thought himself untouchable. He had planned to use you, your body, your hands, to kill Suguru, as if he wouldn't recognize the curve of your movements, the way you once breathed, lived.

He should have killed you then. Should have exorcized the thing wearing your skin before it had a chance to land the first blow. But he couldn't. Instead, he had done something selfish, something desperate. With the practiced ease of a master sorcerer, he had cast his technique, letting you and the brain inside of you dissolve into thick, black smoke and a condensed ball. He had stored you deep inside him, tucked away beside his heart, in his veins, beside his very soul.

He always thought you were the sweetest, but swallowing you was bitter. Bittersweet, maybe.

It was foolish. It was useless.

But it meant your body wouldn’t rot in the dirt, wouldn’t be used for Kenjaku’s amusement. No one could touch you. No one could defile what remained.

Even knowing you were nothing but a curse now, even knowing that your soul had long since withered into dust, he had refused to let you out. You would remain with him, tucked away, unseen. Safe, at the very least.

For years, Suguru has carried you with him, a silent, undying weight pressing against his bones. He has never used you, never called upon the monster that had taken you away. And as his body crumbles beneath Satoru’s gaze, as his blood spills onto the cold concrete, he realizes this will be the last time.

So now, years later, standing before Satoru Gojo, Suguru realized it was finally time to let go.

Blood dripped from his lips, his stump of an arm, pooling in the crevices of the ground beneath them. His right shoulder was nothing but a gaping, jagged wound—his arm long gone, torn from his body like an afterthought. His vision blurred, the weight of his own body growing unbearable.

He could already feel death creeping in.

Suguru smiles.

Not because he’s winning. Not because he’s survived. No, this is a losing battle. He has always known how this would end. But it’s fitting, isn’t it?

To die by Satoru’s hands. To feel his curse technique rip through him, as he has done to so many others.

As his vision blurs, Suguru releases a shuddering breath—and summons you.

The curse tears out of him like a wound being ripped open, the familiar shape of your body forming in the dark mist of his technique. You land on the ground beside him, your chest rising, falling, breath shuddering with stolen life. But it isn’t you. Not really.

Kenjaku—wearing your face, moving your limbs—stretches, rolling your shoulders with a smirk.

"Well, well," Kenjaku muses, flexing your fingers as if testing the strength of your borrowed flesh. "I was wondering when you'd let me out."

Suguru coughs, something thick and hot dribbling from his lips. His body screams, but he ignores it. "Just this once," he mutters. "Just so we can die together."

He’s tired. So, so tired. His heartbeat pounds sluggishly in his ears, a dying drumbeat, the rhythm slowing with each passing second. But even now, as his body fails him, he doesn’t regret it.

Satoru inhaled sharply, fingers curling at his sides. “Suguru—”

“I know,” Suguru murmured. “Just give me a moment.”

There was no battle left to fight. He could already feel his cursed energy fading, his vision narrowing, his body collapsing in on itself. He had always thought he would die alone. But maybe this was better.

Satoru’s energy flared. Suguru didn’t move. Didn’t brace himself. Didn’t fight. The attack struck your body first.

You crumpled. The force sent you slamming against him, dead weight against his already failing form. Suguru grunted, barely managing to keep you upright. He let himself slide down onto his knees, pulling you with him, until the both of you were resting on the cold, blood-slicked ground.

Your head lolled against his chest.

He exhaled, letting his fingers brush over your hair. Remembering many nights where the two simply sat in each other's presence, softly pressed against each other, content. He remembered mornings where you would brush his hair, style it into his signature style as the girls ran around clipping bows and clips in his hair. You would fix their hair next, little braids and bows adorned them as they giggled about being princesses, and you, their mother, his queen.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

His hand, the one that remains, lifts weakly, brushing against the stitches on your forehead. The violation of them sends something sick curling in his stomach, but still, he presses his lips against your temple, a final, chaste kiss. It was grotesque, this mockery of intimacy, this final moment with nothing but a corpse.

You were warm, unlike a corpse.

You shouldn’t be. Suguru knows that and yet he holds you the same way he almost did. Gentle, as if you were glass. Reverent, as if you could save him from his upcoming doom. Loving, as if you were able to love him back.

He sighs as he closes his eyes.

Maybe, in another life, things could have been different.

Maybe he wouldn’t have walked this path. Maybe you wouldn’t have died. Maybe he wouldn’t have spent years trying to justify atrocities while clinging to your body like a ghost.

But there are no maybes. Only this.

Satoru exhales, the sound sharp, pained. “Suguru.”

Suguru lets his fingers tighten around you, even as his mind starts to drift away. He barely even feels the pain anymore. He lets himself be fooled, lulled into a false sense of warmth and comfort as you lie limp in his arms.

He envisions a different night, one where the air is not thick with the stench of death, one where your body is curled against his in the way it used to be. He can pretend this is a quiet night in a dimly lit room, where your breaths are even and soft, where your body is draped against him because you trust him to keep you safe. He can pretend this is still you. He imagines your fingers curled around his own, your breath warm against his neck.

He imagines a world where you are still alive. Where you never left him. Where this is nothing but another quiet evening spent in each other’s arms.

If he keeps his eyes closed, he can pretend.

The pain fades. The sounds of his heartbeat are slow and dull.

There is only you. Only the warmth of your body, only the softness of your breath, only the feeling of peace settling over him.

And for the first time in years, Suguru Geto smiles genuinely.

“Do it.”

When you two are buried, it is side by side. Whether out of respect or guilt, Satoru ensures it.

No one speaks of it after. No one asks why Satoru took the time to retrieve your bodies, to make sure the two of you were laid to rest together. No one dares to question the way his hands shook as he watched the two of you get placed in the ground.

It doesn’t matter. Suguru Geto is dead, and so are you.

❥ SUKUNA RYOMEN "This world doesn't matter without you in it."

Sukuna had always known rage. It curled beneath his skin, coiled in his sinew, and burned in his marrow like a disease. It had shaped him, made him a god of slaughter, a king of monsters, and a curse whose name alone choked the world in fear. But this, this was something worse.

It was beyond anger, beyond the simple, seething fury of a beast denied its prey. It was a sickness, a rotting wound in the depths of his chest that pulsed with something he refused to name.

Because you were there. Standing before him, twisted beyond recognition. No, you weren’t. Your body was the same, every hair and fiber was as it always was. But your soul, the very one that Sukuna had watched fade from this world, was absent.

He had slaughtered thousands, torn through flesh and bone like paper, but nothing—nothing—had ever made his blood run so cold as seeing your body move again.

The weight of it crushed him instantly, an unbearable, suffocating sensation that clawed at his insides like rot creeping through a corpse. His chest ached as if something had been ripped from within him, something vital and raw. His grief. His loss. His love.

You were dead. You were dead.

Your body, the same body that he had once held, once touched, once loved was nothing but a puppet now, an unholy marionette manipulated by the most putrid hands to ever defile this earth. Kenjaku smiled through your lips, the same lips used to kiss him awake even as he complained and lied that it was annoying.

Kenjaku had taken you. Desecrated you. Turned you into something wrong.

"You look displeased," Kenjaku said, tilting your head at an unnatural angle, wearing your face like a mockery of life. "Did you love this one, Sukuna?"

Love.

The word was bitter. A lie. A weakness. And yet, it lodged itself in his throat like a bone, cutting, bleeding, hurting.

Sukuna didn't answer. He couldn't. Words were useless things, insignificant against the storm tearing through him. His hands itched, claws curling, his mouth dry with hunger. Kill. Destroy. Devour.

Kenjaku chuckled. "Oh? Nothing to say? I had thought you of all people would appreciate this—having your beloved returned to you, in a sense."

The mockery in that voice, the sheer audacity to speak through your mouth, made something inside him snap. Something break.

He had not moved on. He had not healed. There was no healing. There was no healing from your love, nothing to bring him back from loving you.

He hated it. He hated that word, hated how you always whispered it to him every day and every night, no matter how much he despised uttering it himself. He hated that during nights you were asleep, where nothing but the flickering candlelight accompanied him, he’d whisper the words back to you, a softness in his voice reserved only for your ears. Listening or not.

Kenjaku—the thing inside you—tilted his head, feigning curiosity.

"What? No warm welcome? You look like you've seen a ghost."

A ghost. A ghost? Sukuna would’ve laughed.

No, no. This was a defilement.

A mockery.

A sacrilege so unforgivable that Sukuna's own flesh felt sick.

He took a step forward, his foot splashing into the blood-soaked ground. He hadn't even realized he'd begun bleeding from his claws, from the sheer pressure of how tightly he had curled his fingers. He wanted to carve Kenjaku open. He wanted to rip him apart piece by piece—to drag that wretched brain from your skull and crush it beneath his heel.

"Ah, I see. You're upset."

Kenjaku laughed, voice smooth, playful. But the face that smiled at him was yours. And that—that was the next thing that broke inside him. The first thing that broke him was you, then the loss of you. Then this.

The rage faltered for just a moment. A fraction of a second. Just long enough for something else to creep in. Something ugly. Something weak.

You had always been his. Not in the way mortals belonged to each other. Not in the way pathetic lovers claimed each other with whispered promises and fleeting touches. No. You had been his in a way that surpassed all reason. In the way a beast belonged to the wild. In the way blood belonged to the body. In the way the sky belonged to the earth.

He had devoured you in every way a man could devour another. And yet, you had still been taken from him. His voice came slow, thick with something unfamiliar, unwelcome, cold.

"That isn't yours."

Kenjaku chuckled. "Oh, but it is now."

Sukuna moved before thought could catch up.

The ground split under his feet as he lunged, claws gleaming, fangs bared. The first strike sent Kenjaku flying, body crashing through temple ruins, stone crumbling like brittle bones. But Sukuna didn't stop. He was on him again in an instant, slamming a foot into his stolen ribcage, feeling the satisfying crack beneath his weight.

His claws sank deep, puncturing the soft flesh of your throat, his grip tightening. Your windpipe collapsed beneath his fingers, and Kenjaku gagged. Sukuna wanted to crush him, crush you, crush the entire world until nothing remained but silence.

"You took what was mine." His voice was guttural, primal. "You used their body like a puppet."

Kenjaku wheezed, the amusement still glinting in those now unfamiliar eyes. "And what would you have done, hmm? Buried them? Let them rot? Is this really so different from what you would have wanted?"

Sukuna’s vision blurred. His fingers trembled where they held your throat. His mind filled with the sound of your voice—your real voice.

"Sukuna, you’re impossible." "I’ll always come back to you, one way or another." "Don’t look at me like that. It makes me feel like I’m something you’re afraid to lose."

He ripped your head off.

Right then and there, he ripped the stitches that connected your skull to your face, fingers gruesomely squelching into your head as he ripped the cursed brain out of you. Not with slow reverence, not with careful, grieving hands—but with raw, brutal hatred.

Hatred for you. Hatred that he could never have you again. Hatred that you came back, just like you said, but not as yourself. You clever, conniving wretch. How dare you?

It wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough when it came to you; When it came to how much Sukuna loved you, it was brutal and all-consuming.

He tore deeper, his claws sinking into your torso, peeling away flesh, delving into the warmth of what had once been yours. Kenjaku's technique tried to resist, but nothing could resist him. Organs spilled from his hands, viscera dripping from his mouth as he sank his fangs into your ribs, your skin, your lungs—

And for the first time in centuries, Sukuna wept. Not in the way mortals did. Not in soft sobs or shaking shoulders, not in gasping breaths or trembling lips. He wept in the only way he knew how—by consuming you.

If he swallowed you, if he devoured every piece, there would be nothing left for the world to take. No corpse for another parasite to defile, no remnants to rot and wither under the weight of time. You would exist inside him.

And if he could not have you in life, then he would keep you in death. He chewed slowly, deliberately, raw flesh sliding down his throat, warm and thick. It was nothing like he remembered. Nothing like you had been before. But his hands did not stop. His teeth did not stop.

The world around him faded, dimmed, collapsed. And for the first time since you died, Sukuna felt human.

The hunger burned through him, carving out something hollow and endless in his chest. He dug deeper, cracking bones with his teeth, tasting the last traces of you. His hands were drenched in blood, his lips parted with ragged, animalistic breaths. The last bite was your heart.

It sat in his palm, still warm, still soft. Still yours. Sukuna stared at it for a long, long time. His stomach churned, something bitter and foul curling in his gut. This was love, wasn’t it?

Twisted. Wrong. Disgusting. But fit for him. Did it fit you, though? He wondered in cold contemplation before coming to a conclusion: No. It didn’t. But you loved him anyway. He would never understand how.

If he could, he would have swallowed your soul, too.

Sukuna looked down at what remained. Nothing but crimson-stained bones, gnawed and shattered, the last fragments of you disappearing into his mouth. His fingers trembled as he wiped his lips, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths.

And then, he smiled. A slow, bloody thing. Content, crazed. Because he had won.

The world could never take you from him again.

❥ SHOKO IERI "Why do I have to see you dead again?"

Shoko Ieiri had spent years dissecting bodies, peeling back flesh to learn its secrets, unraveling the mysteries of life and death with steady hands and a sharp mind. She had been the first to see the broken corpses of friends and strangers alike, her scalpel carving through the silence of the morgue with clinical precision. She had long since stopped believing in miracles.

But right now, she really hoped the world proved her wrong more than anything.

Because the moment Gojo steps into the morgue, Shoko already knows.

It's in the way his shoulders are too stiff, the way his lips press into a thin, bloodless line, and the way his Six Eyes—limitless, boundless, all-seeing—refuse to meet hers. It’s in the way the air around him crackles with restrained fury, his cursed energy screaming even as his face betrays nothing.

But most of all, it’s in the body he’s carrying in his arms. Your body.

Again.

The first time had been bad enough. The first time, Satoru had been quiet in a way that wasn’t him, the weight of loss settling on his shoulders, pressing him down in ways his limitless technique could not counter. The first time, Shoko had stared at your body on the metal table and thought, this isn’t real. But it had been real. You had been gone. And she had failed you.

But now? Now it was worse. Now, Satoru’s face was twisted in something far darker than grief as he placed you on the slab once more. Your body was ruined, flesh worn and rotted in places it shouldn’t be, eyes sunken and wrong. You had been moving days ago. You had been speaking, fighting—but it hadn’t been you.

Kenjaku. A parasite in your skin. A thief wearing your face.

She should have stopped this. She should have done her job right the first time.

"I’m sorry," Satoru said, voice cold, hollow. He knew that if he let anything else slip, they would both break at the loss of you.

Shoko couldn’t look at him. She knew if she did, she’d see that same grief, that same pain, reflected in his stupid, infinity-shielded eyes, and she couldn’t take that right now. Instead, she focused on the body—your body, but not you—and forced her fingers to move. She reached for the scalpel, but her hand shook.

No.

She took a breath, tried to steady herself, but the tremor wouldn’t stop. She curled her fingers into a fist, nails digging into her palm hard enough to hurt.

"You can leave," she murmured.

Satoru didn’t move.

"I’m not leaving you alone with that thing," he said. His voice was sharp, but there was something else underneath it, something raw.

Shoko swallowed hard. "Satoru."

"Shoko."

She turned her head just enough to glance at him. His hands were clenched into fists, the muscles in his jaw tight enough to crack. He wasn’t just staying for her sake. He was staying because he needed this, because he had to watch. Funny isn’t it? How Shoko herself wished to be a million miles away from this, to never even know it happened.

Fine. It’s fine. She can work fine with an audience.

So Shoko didn’t argue. She turned back to the table, setting her tools in order with more force than necessary. The sound of metal against metal was sharp, loud in the too-quiet room. She swallows down bile, no mushy food left to puke out after she had vomited all of it out hours ago, when she first heard of your ‘return’ and how Gojo had to… Had to kill you this time. Fuck, she cried out then, why again?

A part of her is still crying it out. Maybe all of her.

Shoko stood over you, scalpel in hand, her fingers trembling so hard that she could barely keep the blade steady. She exhaled shakily, setting her jaw tight, but it did nothing to stop the nausea curdling in her gut.

You looked almost peaceful. That was the worst part.

If she ignored the unnatural stillness, the wrongness of the body on her table, she could almost pretend you had just fallen asleep. Could almost pretend she could shake you awake and hear your voice slurring something oddly optimistic through exhaustion.

Shoko pressed the scalpel down, her grip white-knuckled, and made the first cut. She could only imagine your laugh as flesh split open under her hands.

Her hands shook. She clenched her jaw, breathing through her nose. The trembling didn’t stop. She was a doctor, she was a mortician. She had done this a thousand times.

But never to you.

Never to someone who had once leaned against her shoulder on long nights, who had laughed at her dry jokes, who had stayed with her even as so many others left. Even a year ago, when you were first presented cold and dead on her table, she couldn’t do it. And that's why you’re here again. Your body, atleast.

She forced herself to keep going. To focus. But her vision blurred, her breath catching in her throat as she slid the scalpel deeper. Muscle and tissue parted beneath her blade. Blood welled up, too red, too fresh. It wasn’t like dissecting a corpse. It was like killing something. Like killing you.

Except you were already dead. You had been dead for a year. She was just fixing her mistake. Shoko swallowed hard, her stomach twisting as she reached for the bone saw. She had to do this properly. Had to make sure there was nothing left for Kenjaku or anything else to crawl back into.

Pain flared sharp and sudden.

Shoko hissed as the blade nicked her palm, warm blood dripping onto the metal table. Her vision swam for a moment, her breath coming in ragged bursts.

She was falling apart. No. She couldn't. Not now.

Shoko stared at the thin line of red beading against her skin, feeling utterly disconnected from herself, from everything.

“-oko.”

A strange sound clawed its way up her throat—a strangled, broken laugh, thick with something that wasn’t quite hysteria, wasn’t quite grief, wasn’t quite anything at all.

“Shoko.”

Gojo’s voice was firmer this time, maybe desperate, pained, coming from somewhere in the room. Where was he again? In the corner? Beside her? She couldn’t focus on anything, not when you were right in front of her. Dead.

Her breath came fast and shallow, and she realized belatedly that her hands were shaking harder now, her entire body wracked with tremors she couldn’t control. She wiped the blood from her palm with the back of her sleeve, smearing red across white, staining it, ruining it.

There was nothing left. Not you. Not your warmth, not your laughter, not your presence.

Just this—this grotesque act of erasure, this second death, this final, awful thing that she had to do.

She sucked in a breath, but it didn’t reach her lungs, got caught somewhere in the hollow, aching space in her chest where something important had been ripped out. She braces her hands against the table, shoulders hunched, lungs heaving as though she’s just resurfaced from drowning. Her fingers dig into the cold metal, nails scraping against its unforgiving surface. She needs to move. She needs to finish this.

She was drowning in it—in the sterile scent of antiseptic, in the smell of iron and decay, in the memory of your voice, your touch, the way you used to call her name, the way you used to look at her—

A blur moved past her before she could protest. Gojo.

He’s there, solid and warm, arms wrapping around her shoulders with a quiet kind of certainty. No words. No meaningless platitudes. Just warmth, steady and grounding. Her body resists at first. She wants to shove him off, tell him to leave her the fuck alone, tell him that none of this will change anything. But she doesn’t.

Because the moment she lets herself lean into it, she shatters.

A ragged breath. A full-body tremor. Her fingers twitch against the edge of the table, grasping at something that isn’t there. She presses her forehead against his chest, against the soft fabric of his uniform, and squeezes her eyes shut.

“I should have—”

Her voice cracks, Gojo tightens his arms around her.

“You did what you could,” he murmurs.

The words are gentle. Meant to be comforting.

They are not.

She shoves at him, not hard enough to push him away, just enough to make space, to breathe. Her pulse is erratic, panic clinging to her ribs like a vice. She's angry, she's crazed, she's mourning you.

“Don’t.” Her voice is hoarse. “Don’t fucking say that.”

Gojo watches her, gaze unreadable behind his blindfold. But he doesn’t argue. She steps back, fists clenching, nails biting into her palms. Her breathing is uneven, ragged, her head pounding from the weight of it all.

She should be used to it. She should be—

But she isn’t.

She swipes the back of her hand across her face, breathing through the sharp hitch in her throat.

“Let me finish,” she says, voice steadier than she feels. Gojo nods once, Shoko refuses to look him in the eyes, fearing she’d see a reflection of her own pain. But he doesn’t leave.

Her hands are still shaking.

She doesn’t stop.

A.N. OKAY. I think thats enough angst for me now. Jfc this hurt omg. Anyway let me know if yall want this with Nanami or other characters!!

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nianeyemystic · 5 months ago

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💕Lovergirl(boy) Astro Observations💕

These will be aspects, and placements that I've noticed in natal charts. I loooooove a real romantic, someone who yearns, is devoted & deeply feels love in all things.

Venus in Pisces 🥰

Venus in its exaltation is dreamy, romantic, and selfless in love. W this placement, you will embody unconditional love and often romanticism, and idealize your partners. The women I've seen with Venus in Pisces are literally lovers personified. They will find anyway possible to love you downnnn!

Moon in Libra💋

Libra , mm mm mm! Everyone loves a libra. With the moon here you have loves for harmony, balance, and partnership. The Moon here makes someone emotionally fulfilled by being in a loving relationship. You could feel like you're always longing for love, or wanting to be love by somebody.

Venus in the 7th House😘

The love of my life has this placement. Very ideal romantic person to be in love w . Courtship, super sweet gestures, omg & soooo charming. A real flirt too. Venus loves being in the house of partnerships,7H. Having this placement will indicates someone deeply committed to love and romantic connections, prioritizing their partner's happiness.

Neptune in the 5th House💛

This placement gives meeeee, an idealistic and almost cinematic approach to romance. Like think Movie scene, the most romantic movie you've ever seen type of romance. you might fall in love with the idea of love itself. a real lover girl/boy if you will.

Sun or Moon Conjunct Venus❤️‍🔥

Whewwww ! ✨ This aspect is almost always a loving, charming, and affectionate person. My man has this one in Capricorn & it’s so 😍🥺 he literally just loves to be so genuine & cute all the time. I melt all day long being w him. Somebody who is just all around a sweetheart, and can charm the socks off of you lol. They thrive in relationships and tend to attract love easily.

Venus in Cancer💌

Another fav of mine. This placement clearly is a nurturing, protective lover. Being in cancer, Venus will seeks emotional security and closeness in relationships. They adore being needed by their partner. Like I want to be needed by you, is a love language.

Juno in the 1st or 7th House💜

Made to be a wife, wet wife coded energy. Or husband energy. Since Juno, the asteroid of commitment and marriage, in these houses suggests someone who naturally prioritizes long-term partnerships.

Venus Trine Neptune 💞

This aspect is so damn cute to me. It creates a hopeless romantic who views love as magical and transcendent. I loveee seeing this in charts. They’re likely to idealize their partners and put their all into relationships. All or nothing type lovers.

Moon in Taurus💖

The Moon is exalted in Taurus, these natives who seeks stability, sensuality, and comfort in love. They're devoted and loyal to their partner. Grounded lover girls/boys.

Venus Conjunct Mars❤️‍🔥

Last but not least, my fav one. I have this natally & when I say love is alllll I think about. I mean it. I just love love in a sense that consumes me, it drips down my aura. You can quite literally squeeze love from outta me. Such a passionate aspect that combines love and desire. someone who puts their heart and soul into their romantic pursuits. They often have an irresistible charm and thrive on intimacy.

Do you have any of these ? What does love do to you?

@nianeyemystic

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harmonysanreads · 2 months ago

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Hello! I recently saw your Vampire!Alhaitham headcanons floating around again, and since I just finished 3.2 not that long ago and have a certain feeble scholar on the mind, what are your thoughts on Vampire!Anaxa if you have any?

Would be similar or different from Alhaitham in your opinion?

If Vampire!Alhaitham is one who’d much rather pull the strings from the safety of the shadows, Vampire!Anaxa is someone who’d parade in the sun with his head held high, if only to spite the people praying for his demise.

He’s a paragon of truth, his desire to answer the question of what exactly he is, is far hungrier than the instincts he has to battle with all day. Outwardly, he looks quite like a stereotypical vampire — thin figure, pale complexion and a temperament that seems to hint that he has spent a millennia divorced from human society. The only thing, and a rather crucial thing at that, which he appears to be missing is that untamable thirst for fresh blood.

Contrary to the impression he gives, he’s actually lived among humans for quite some time as a scholar and he often thanks his ‘control over the bloodlust’ in assisting him to not blow his cover up. Not that he's fond of this charade, but the benefits of enduring humankind's nauseating presence kept him sane enough. Perhaps arrogance crawled to occupy the space of where his heart should’ve been beating, as when his belief of ultimate self control was put to the test, he refused to accept it.

“But you were a human once, weren't you?” the whisper of a road sporting the garments of mystery, intent on making him lose his way for eternity. A cool finger glides over the line of his jaw, its chill very different than his own.

Anaxa forces himself to swallow, that metallic tang insistent on his tongue — not willing to believe that he was a tad too late to conceal the ungraceful drool.

“You and I, we’re both rejected by this world, shackled in the shadows. Why not quit this pouting game and team up with me instead?” as if dissatisfied by the level of atrocity in your words, you amp it up by poking at the bloody fang peeking from his lips. He responds in kind by biting down, hard ; you seem just the tiny bit amused.

“Curse you…” it's a futile exclamation, laughable at that and that is exactly how you respond. Despite his talons clinging around your neck and a fresh wound marring the skin where your artery thrums, you appear not the tiniest bit fazed. It steals his breath away.

“Look at you,” you coo, extending your palm as if to cradle his face but brush past it instead, dizzying him. “Salivating just from one taste. You’re not as immune to this bloodthirst as you’d like to believe, you wouldn't survive an hour if any of those humans found you like this. I can offer you protection and you can be my little toy. Is there any deal better than this?”

Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen. That is the whisper that weaves poison, enchants desperate souls into pawning their remaining spark. A creature neither foolish nor wise. “I’d rather burn at the stake than entertain your schemes.” comes his sibilant retort.

“Ah ah ah.” you chastise, as if he's nothing but a child who knows little about how this world works. “But you still haven't found the answer to what you are, why you're like this.” you glance towards the trail of blood oozing from his bite, a flick of your fingers and within a blink, the scene disappears.

“What if I told you… that I know the answers you seek?”

A road that will lead him nowhere, a serpent disguising as a flower. And he, the Fool that will chase the mirage, despite knowing that nothing awaits him but doom.

#... in short they're very different #i've actually been thinking of vampire!anaxa for quite a while but as a part of an au featuring a witch!reader #i've been holding back on talking about it because the au is still in development but since it was brought up i'll give you a tease #anaxa #anaxa brainrot #anaxa x reader #anaxa x you #hsr x reader #yandere anaxa #yandere anaxa x reader #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr x reader #yandere honkai star rail x reader #vampire anaxa

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the-cosmic-cauldron · 3 months ago

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18+ Your Motivation For Sex, Based On Your Sign

Each sign has a unique motivation behind sex. While everyone’s desire for intimacy varies, it holds equal significance for all. Look at your Mars sign. Mars reveals your raw desires, true motivations, and what genuinely drives you to engage in fucking. This also applies to the house number. Your sign and house placement may work together to reveal the true motivation behind those moments.

Aries, Leo, Sagittarius (Fire Signs)

Born as animals, programmed to be human. As the wildest and most untamed signs, sex channels the beast within. In their everyday lives, they must adapt to society and its rules, but in the bedroom, they unleash their raw, primal nature. They release their carnal desires, letting themselves scream, howl, growl, bite, scratch, and mark their territory. For them, intimacy is pure, unfiltered passion.

Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn (Earth Signs)

They came to this earth to follow the rules, but they always crave a reward for being good. To them, life is nothing without pleasure, and physical intimacy is the ultimate indulgence of their five senses.

• Smell: They need candles, perfumes, or anything that enhances the ambiance.

• Taste: They’ll explore you with kisses, bites, lick you all over, wet your entire body.

• Touch: Their hands will travel, grabbing, massaging, and tracing every inch of your body.

• Sight: They’re captivated by aesthetics—lingerie, bare skin, or the act of undressing. They need to see you, completely. Body, body, body.

• Hearing: Your sounds matter. Whether it’s their name, whispers of affirmation, or the subtle noises of pleasure. They need to hear you. Stop being quiet, make some noise, or put on a playlist.

Gemini, Libra, Aquarius (Air Signs)

For them, the mind is a portal to endless possibilities. Sex is a journey into their imagination—a world of fantasies they’ve spent years crafting. They’ve dreamed of every way they want to be pleased and every way they want to please. Sex is a performance, a creative expression of their desires. If you’re lucky enough to reach that level of connection with them, they’ll put on a show that leaves you breathless.

Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces (Water Signs)

Born lovers, they experience sex as a profound emotional experience. They feel loved most when they reach the highest orgasm, but only with those who respect their emotions and understand that they are lovers, not mere objects of pleasure. The deeper they feel, the more they crave sex with you.

• Taking their clothes off? That’s like revealing their soul.

• Kissing them? That’s like merging souls.

• Pleasing them? That’s like touching their soul with the gentlest, most devoted touch.

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stellarsecrets86 · 4 months ago

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Astro Observations 7:

Darkest placements in the birth chart

Readings Are Open. Here

(There are souls that don't just live—they survive, devour, and then rise from their graves.But some of them are touched by the Sun, others molded from shadow, and if any of those parts belong to your soul, no easy life should be your calling. You came to this earth for something a little bit hard, unsmiling, untouched, and all raw.You don't feel. You drown, you burn, you erupt-you consume. And if you learn to control your darkness, the world won't know what hit it.)

☉ Pluto conjunct Sun: Very tired of this transformation game, no? But let me give you two choices, one the younger you where people were mean to you, bullying you just for existing, other one the current you where devil won't even dare to look into your eyes. Which one will you choose? You aren't soft. You were birthed into fire, forced to survive it, and now you wield it like a blade. People fear you because they should. You don't just walk into a room-you change its gravity. You don't break, you don't bend. When you fall, you rise stronger, sharper. You are death and rebirth wrapped in skin.

☽ Lilith conjunction Moon: Darkness follows you, but it does not define you. You were never supposed to be fragile. You were supposed to be raw and primitive, a force of nature. You feel hard, love hard, exist unapologetically. They can say you are difficult, too much, too wild. They fear what they cannot control, and they will never control you. Mother's wound is deep. Female love feels conditional.

☽ Pluto opposite Moon: Your emotions are war zones. You feel it all, like an intensity that would decimate another's soul. Love is a war zone, trust a gamble, safety an illusion. People want to tame you, drown your depths in shallow waters. People will try to tame you, to drown your depths in shallow waters. Don't let them. Your emotions are your power, your fire, your truth.

☽ Saturn square Moon: You weren't nurtured, you were tested. You learned early that love had conditions, and warmth was something you earned, not an entitlement. Yet, you're steel wrapped in flesh, every wound a layer of armor, so you won't need any saving. You are the fortress, the survivor, the one who keeps standing long after all the rest fell.

♀ Medusa opposite Venus - You're feared for the thing that makes you beautiful. You're desired, possessive, and yet untamed. They'll seek to tame the thing about you that has become a gift to them-a strength-into a curse. You were never intended to be soft. You were intended to be powerful.

♂ Mars conjunct Pluto: There's war in your bones. Rage like a storm, power like a reckoning. People feel you before they see you. You don't ask for control-you take it. You don't seek destruction-but when you burn, there is nothing left but ash. Be careful with your fire; not everyone is built to survive it.

☉ Medusa conjunct Sun : Betrayed, exiled, and feared, you have lived the life of a villain in other people's stories without doing anything and you were crucified for being alive. Well, they only sharpened you, made you stronger. And now you're a legend. A force which will never be forgotten.

☉ Lilith conjunct Sun: They tried to silence you, to mold you, to break you. But you are untamed, ungovernable. A wildfire disguised as a person. You don't just take up space-you command it. Your existence alone is an act of defiance. Let them fear you. Let them whisper. You were never meant to belong, you were meant to lead.

♆ Neptune opposition Pluto: Your soul is ancient, stretched between illusion and revelation. You are the priest and the heretic, the mystic and the destroyer. People underestimate you, thinking you are lost in dreams. But you see through them. You see through everything. You are the keeper of secrets, the destroyer of lies.

♂ Lucifer conjunct Mars: Against all, you rebelled in heaven and forged your own paths. The arrogance appears to those who never know the fire, the hunger, or need to be something else entirely other than a mere follower-yourselves the leader, a revolution in action.

♀ VENUS SQUARE PLUTO: Love is not soft. It is hunger, an obsession to devour. You don't need to connect-you need to own, completely submit. Your love will change or it will destroy. You attract the broken and dangerous, those who see your fire and believe they can contain it. They can't.

♂ Mars opposite Saturn: An animal caged. A chained soldier. The hunger to fight is there, the power to break free, but something is holding you down- authority, karma, fate. Yet, it's patience that became your weapon. You weren't meant to have small fights in the first place. By the time you explode, this is for something far bigger-some world-shaking event.

♀ PERSEPHONE CONJUNCT PLUTO: You have been taken by the darkness, shaped by it, but you did not become it. You are both the queen and the captive, the innocent and the ruler. You walk between two worlds, and you hold the power of both.

☿ Mercury square Pluto: Your words don't just cut, they eviscerate. You see through people, their lies, their fears, their weaknesses. You don't waste time on small talk because you know that the truth is always buried beneath the surface. Be careful, your words can either heal or destroy. There is no in-between.

☽ Hekate conjunct Moon : You dream in prophecy. You feel the shift of energies before they materialize. You are the guide, the torchbearer, the one who sees what others refuse to acknowledge. The unknown is your home, and darkness does not make you afraid.

☉ URANUS OPPOSITE SUN: Lightning in human form. Born to break the system down, tear down walls, and be that disruption no one saw coming. The people say you're a rebel, but only because they cannot control you. You don't take the path; you make your own. And when the world catches up? You're already gone.

♀ NESSUS SQUARE VENUS: Love is entangled in the karmic cuts, echoes of betrayal, and obsession for you. You attract the ones who covet your light yet cannot retain it and those teaching you about pain before teaching love. But man, when you break free.you'll know a love nobody's gonna be able to take from you.

☽ Chiron square Moon: Pain is your mother tongue. You learned suffering before you learned love. But in your scars, something is divine. You are the healer, the guide, the one who walks through hell and comes back with maps. You were meant to hurt-but you were also meant to transcend.

☉ Nemesis opp Sun: You are karma incarnate. A reckoning. The one who unmasks the false kings, corrupt rulers, those who build empires on lies. Some will fear you. Others will worship you. But all will know you.

♄ Saturn conjunct Pluto: Power built from ruin. You know struggle, oppression, the weight of expectation. You have been forced to carry burdens that were never yours. But your strength is absolute. You don't just endure-you dominate. You are the architect of your own empire, built from the ashes of every battle you've survived.

☿ Hekate conjunct Mercury: You carry the voices of the dead, the whispers of the unseen. A mind crossroads between worlds. Drawn to what's unknown and mysteries that others fear. Trust your intuition; it has never been wrong.

[If you possess these aspects, you are not average. You are not created to play small. Your darkness is your sword. Use it.]

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