#lilith manson

[ghost-pasta]

Thinking about Sam growing up to have a daughter named Lilith; but she prefers to go by "Lili/Lily" and loves flower imagery and the color pink and pastels.

[numomuo]

Designs form my Clandestine fic

This is JB Hobbfrey he's evil not hot..

[raincross]

So Eve came from Adam's rib. Did Lilith too? And if so, could Adam suck his own dick?

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[cupidlovesastro]

tw: serial killers, cults, death, sex, trauma, drugs

disclaimer: i do not condone, nor am i trying to validate any of the bad behavior committed by these criminals. this is just astrological explanations for their unforgivable behavior. if you or anyone else has these placements, i am not saying you are like this or will be like this.

🔪 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 🔪

astrology observations (career edition) #23

astrology observations (happy edition) #22

astrology observations (sad edition) #21

☆ most serial killers have been water signs, and more so cancers and pisces

☆ some of the most notorious serial killers seem to have a mutable stellium (sag, gemini, pisces, or virgo)

☆ all of the famous serial killers i looked at, seem to have leo somewhere in their chart, and usually not in the best planets or houses. ted bundy has a 12h leo pluto, as well as jeffery dahmer, with a 11h leo pluto, and john wayne gacy, with a 8h leo pluto

☆ speaking of leo’s, lot of people in charles manson’s cult had leo placements. which i find interesting, because leo’s are definitely the “i’ll prove that i can do it” types. they’re almost daredevil-ish in a way

☆ richard ramirez was also called “the night stalker”. he’s a pisces and 3h stellium. which if you don’t know, pisces represents night, sleep, etc, and 3h represents talking, communication, speaking, etc

☆ jeffrey dahmer has 11h leo pluto, which i mentioned earlier. this makes sense because dahmer often targeted people who were in a particular community (black people who were also gay). and pluto represents trauma, death, and sex. he sexually assaulted people in that community, as well as killing them.

☆ jeffrey dahmer also has a 7h taurus venus. taurus is a sign who is slower and tends to stay in their ways, feelings, thoughts, etc, longer than others. venus represents love, passion, etc. this explains why he had such a hard time letting go, and was truly infatuation with his victims. his pluto also squared his venus, he struggled to separate from his victims (pluto = obsession/ possession)

☆ 3 out of the 4 serial killers i looked into, has their pluto squaring their venus

☆ john wayne gacy and richard ramirez had very similar charts. sagittarius asc, pisces sun, moon, and mercury, aquarius venus, and 7h lilith

☆ el chapo has his lilith in pisces, and piscean/ neptunian energy can represent drugs. he also has it in the second house, the house of jobs, and money making. his neptune is also in scorpio, and in the 10h. 10h is the house of career and also what you’ll be famous for. he is famous for selling drugs

☆ ted kaczynski (the uni-bomber), has a 12h stellium, and this makes sense because he built a small shed in the woods and lived there, away from everyone. the police even said “tracking him was like tracking a ghost.” and 12h is elusive energy

☆ ted’s most notorious belief was that technology was bad and that it’s ruining society. he has aquarius in the 9h. aquarius represents technology and rebellion, 9h is your beliefs. he also has his midheaven in aquarius. he was known for this beliefs against technology and society

[astrow1zar6]

Common placements for famous serial killers- 31

A lot of serial killers and sociopaths tend to have multiple Retrogrades In their chart (usually atleast 3) especially mercury and Jupiter.

The largest amount of serial killers were born in November

Usually has a mutable sun/moon combo (PISCES, Gemini, SAG, Virgo)

Tend to have either 8th house, 7th house or 4th house stelliums (sometimes 3rd as well)

They tend to have either fire or fixed rising signs. Most common being Scorpio or Taurus

Aquarius moons they tend to lack empathy and not be in touch with their emotional side. This emotional detachment can result in ASPD when not nurtured correctly (Charles Manson)

Usually have a very afflicted 4th house. Most commons 4th house placements I see is Pluto in the 4th, Uranus in the 4th or Lilith in the 4th

Most common moon signs are either in PISCES or SAG!

Sun/Saturn: usually a very self restricting energy, leads to insecurity and lack of self. People also denied them their self expression and acceptance in society.

Moon/Pluto aspects usually dealt with extreme emotions & normally an intense relationship with the mother. Mother could’ve been a narcissist or very controlling. Usually grew up in pretty intense environments

Moon in Aries tend to have very intense explosive emotions that can’t always be controlled. Can lead to making impulse decisions without much thought of consequences

Signs that serial killers have the least of tend to be Libra, Capricorn, Cancer and Leo

Many have a Sun aspect Venus which can help with the superficial charm most have

A lot have grand squares in their chart showing constant tension in their life

If you have any of these don’t worry lol this was just an observation from comparing top serial killers charts!

[tinyghostarts]

Been seeing a lot of people online forgetting (or ignoring) that Sam Manson is canonly Jewish despite the show confirming this in episodes such as The Fright Before Christmas (Sam and her family celebrate Hanukkah), Control Freaks (her grandmother's nickname for her is Yiddish), as well as Life Lessons ('Lilith' is the name of a demon in Jewish mythology)

So here's a reminder that Sam Manson is canonly Jewish

[venuscnjunctpluto]

Lilith Jupiter might be involved in dark practices or cults so when I see celebrities w this placement I immediately question what beliefs they might follow that the public is unaware of… ex Roman Polanski, Jay-Z, Charles Manson (an obvious cult leader), and Jim Jones

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Left and Returned: Definitely Nothing Wrong

Danny Phantom x Supernatural Crossover

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Ao3 (includes additional notes)

Chapter 5: Strange Music

"So, what happened when was dead?" Dean turns the wheel, leaving the Montgomery house behind.

Sam sighs, "A lot... I wasn't handling things well, trying to bring you back, trying to get revenge, even if it killed me."

"Sammy,"

"I know, I know... I got too close and I couldn't win, couldn't get out and Ruby—"

"Ruby! ?"

"Yes, Dean, Ruby. She rescued me and convinced me to do some f-ed up stuff. You need power to go after something like Lilith. She had ways to get that power..."

"Sammy..."

"I don't want to tell you what I did. I will, if you really want me too..."

"I don't... how bad, Sam? Like bad bad? Like killing babies bad?"

"Like, rationalizable bad. Sort of bad that seems okay when you're not thinking super clearly. Not like killing babies bad."

"Alright... that's... I mean it's not good, but..."

"Yeah, and well, I was there, doing that for a few months, then... I got in over my head again. I don't know where Ruby was, she didn't show up. I got out, but it was close, and I was hurt, bad.

"Hospital bad, and that's where I met Jazz."

"You met your girlfriend in the hospital."

"We haven't labeled anything, Dean, she's not my girlfriend."

"Suuure she's not."

"Anyway the demon wasn't done with me, and showed up there and Jazz exercised it from her coworker and,"

"And a new woman saves you from yourself again."

Sam scoffs but doesn't deny it. "It wasn't just her. One day she insisted I take someone with me."

"Danny?"

"Sam."

Dean turned to look at his brother. 

"First it was Samantha Manson, don't call her Samantha, then Tucker Foley, Valerie Gray. Then Danny. They all work differently, but all really differently than Dad. It was... something new, something interesting enough to distract from my suicide mission... and then they found out what I was doing…”

Dean can imagine it, even without specifics, he'd be furious.

"The first question was if I was okay.” Sam continued. Oh. “If I needed it to survive... Like I was Jack Montgomery, another monster trying my best to stay human... and they were only half wrong."

"Sammy… you're not a―"

"You said Mom made a deal, that actually makes a lot more sense than anything I could come up with..."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm not human in the same way I used to be..." Dean isn't sure how to respond to that. He wishes he wasn't driving so he didn't have to watch the road.

"What does that mean..."

"The" Sam sighs, "The ESP stuff, it was stronger then, because I was pushing it to be stronger. But when I stopped... it was like a combination of withdrawal and starvation… They wouldn't let me go cold turkey, the first attempt nearly killed me."

"So, what? You're dependent on some witchcraft now, Sammy?"

"Not witchcraft, no. And we're figuring it out."

"Figuring it out how?"

"Tracking and experimentation. They've got this whole lab thing,"

"You're you, Sam! You're not Jack, you're human!"

"I'm not, Dean. They did a DNA test and everything.” Sam snaps. “And maybe, maybe, if I'd been smarter back then it never would've manifested, maybe it started with the visions, I don't know! I just know that I have to live with it, okay?!"

Dean sighed. "You're not a monster."

"I'm a person." Sam asserted. And of course he is, but Dean doesn't like the way he said it, like one doesn't undo the other… But at the same time, he remembers holding the knife in his hand, he remembers using it. He remembers the screams, the begging. He remembers justifying the action because his victim was in hell too, and they must've done something to deserve it. Rationalizable bad, not like killing babies bad, but that didn't make it right.

"You are a person." Dean agrees.

---

The apartment building Sam has Dean park in front of is normal, sickeningly normal, the kind of normal that Sam's last girlfriend dripped in. Dean doesn't make a face. He knows how his brother gets about normal. 

Somehow it didn't occur to him that he should worry about what it would be like if Jazz hung onto the same fantasy? Did she forbid talk of hunting at the dinner table and try to pretend, just like Sam had, that her past was a fiction? 

He stepped towards the building.

"Dean." Sam asked, "Where are you going?"

He turns... he realizes they're just parking here because the world's most butchered RV is taking up the entire driveway. The building proudly labeled 'FENTONWORKS', the building with a friggin spaceship-satelight-bunker thing on the top of it, was obviously where they were going.

Dean looks up at the thing, wondering how in the world their neighbors haven't thrown a fit.

"Sammy, what. is. that?"

"That's the Op's center. It can be deployed into a blimp in emergencies."

" Really ?" What emergencies would require a blimp? How do you protect a blimp against the supernatural? 

Sam sighs, "That's what they tell me, I am not entirely certain they aren't just messing with me."

"Uh-huh," Dean says, because if anything could deploy into an airship, it would be that. But a blimp ?

Sam pulls him along, insisting that they'll be more than happy to show him if he's interested. Dean wants to look at the RV, which up close looks more like it's been armor plated. And that can't be street legal, but it does look useful!

Sam doesn't bother knocking, and Dean's about to make a joke about how he and his girlfriend ‘haven't labeled anything,’ but then he realizes they're walking into some kind of weird lobby, not Jazz's house.

Okay, so they take the FentonWorks stuff seriously. Good to know... 

"Welcome to FentonWork's how can I— oh, hey Sam. Glad you're not dead." He doesn't think the dark skinned woman at the counter is Danny's older sister. Like yes, adoption is a thing. But also her hair is short enough and the tank top and the durable looking jacket with a burn mark... the whole look screams 'I don't date men.' Which maybe could explain the not labeling… Yes, Dean knows this as a form of self defense. Yes, he did deserve it.

His first theory is confirmed when Sam greets her. "Hey, Val."

"Who's your friend?" She asks as they make their way to the counter.

"My brother."

"Dean? Or do you have more than one."

"Yeah, I'm Dean." He leans against the counter, testing his second theory. She spritzes him with water, from a squirt bottle, like he's a cat. He hasn't even said anything yet!

"We already did that." Sam tells her. Ah, holy water. This again. That made more sense.

She spritzes Sam for good measure. Was this just going to be their life now? 

"Danny gave his stamp of approval." Dean tells her.

"Where is he then?" 

Dean looked at Sam, Sam looked at him. Probably shouldn't mention the Coconut Vampires, right? Or did she already know about them?

The silence ticked past acceptable and into awkward. Dean wasn't answering this, Sam opened his mouth and closed it. 

"Correct, answer." Val tells them, "It's not a great test, telling me isn't telling somebody else, but still, right answer."

"Right... is Jazz here?

"Upstairs,"

"Thanks Val,"

"Yeah, thanks Val," Dean smirks at her, she rolls her eyes. Turns back to... assembling a really big gun behind the counter. Huh.

Photos line the walls of the stairs. Childhood's of people Dean has never met... Sam points out some pictures, little Jazz plays with little Ellie, Danny with friends. It's sweet, and Dean wishes he could turn off the hunter in his mind, but he can't.

There is not a single family portrait. Sure there's a dozen group sibling photos, a lot more as they get older, there's a lot with friends, but there are no photos with their parents. There are several that look like the parents may have been physically cut out of the pictures. Again, Dean can't help but think of Sam, and his rocky relationship with Dad. They don't have a pretty wall of memories, but if they did... which would Sam remove? 

The other thing is more subtle, and he only catches it because he's looking for things to make fun of the kid for. There are very few pictures with Danny and Ellie together. When he looks again its more obvious that something's off because Jazz ages consistently across the stairs but when he looks back it's like the middle child barely existed and when he does appear Ellie's pictures fade out. Until their early teens when all three show up.

There's a thousand possible explanations. So he doesn't ask, but he does wonder if changelings ever take the forms of entirely new kids. If Danny had fed from his parent's synovial fluid until finding some substitute and releasing the kid he'd replaced... Dean hadn't been around adult changelings enough to know if they could change the vibes of a room, but the younger ones could certainly be unsettling... 

If he asked, would Danny tell him?

But Dean is sidetracked by the handful of pictures as they approach the top of the stairs. Sam is in the next few, grinning wide and happy, looking disgruntled over a card game, pointing a shotgun at a Thanksgiving turkey— Wait. What?

He looks to Sam who shakes his head with a laugh. 

"They're going to get you with that prank too."

"What prank? It's a turkey!"

Sam laughs harder and tries to leave Dean in the stairway. "That doesn't make any sense. Sam! Get back here."

In the struggle, because he. did. Not. want. to fall for whatever the turkey prank was, he sorta forgot why they had come up the stairs... like he didn't forget forget. He just forgot enough to try to wrestle his brother to the ground in a strangers house and not see anything wrong with it until Sam says "Hi Jazz,"

She's tall, while her brother was a half-head shorter than Bobbie, Jazz is just slightly looking down on Sam. Even after he stands. Dean's brain sticks on it for a long moment. Enough time for her to hug Sam, kiss him on the cheek and turn to Dean.

"You must be Dean, I've heard a lot about you,"

"And you're Jazz," he greats, "I have not heard nearly enough!"

Jazz laughs, invites them over to the couch and puts away her book. And they talk, and they don't talk about hunting but they don't have to dance around it either. He can tell embarrassing stories about Sammy without having to explain why they were making their own silver bullets, and she can match them with stories of her own. The time for dinner rolls around and Sam-who's-not-Samantha appears to force Jazz and Sammy out of the kitchen, only to get completely sidetracked by the appearance of Tucker (who apparently is allowed to cook for visitors, but not at the same time as Sam #2). Val (who's name is Valerie it's unclear which he should call her) makes dinner while the pair argues. Danny shows up just in time to silence the food argument by threatening something about ectoplasm. Which everyone is in agreement. It is disgusting, why is he bringing it up in a conversation about food? They leap at the chance to explain old jokes, while leaving enough as mysteries to laugh at him not knowing, and two can play at that game because he and Sam have more than enough inside jokes.

At some point, Ellie calls Danny ‘template’ and throws a wrench in his changeling theory. Wasn't she the original? Her pictures are older. And he does ask her, and she laughs and laughs and does a bit about it that Danny gracefully plays into. It leaves Dean even less clear on what they are (and it is both of them, he couldn't tell you how he knows).

But he does know, just like he knew they'd return to Ellen and Jo and Ash at the Roadhouse, that even if Sam and Jazz never label things that they'll return to FentonWorks. He just hopes it doesn't end the same way.

---

In the morning, Dean's about to test if he can cook without getting shooed out of the kitchen… and there's this envelope.

It sits innocently on Jazz's table. Its bright pristine white stands in stark contrast to the yellowing books that surround it. It draws his attention from the other end of the room.

It's addressed to Daniel J. Fenton. The line below is not written in English, not written in any script Dean recognizes. (Which says something. No, he can't read most of those languages, or tell you what they are. But he'd recognize the symbols if he'd seen them before.) Jazz snatches it from the table and disappears down the hall without a word.

He doesn't think much of it, except to note that the paper must've been really white, because Jazz's books are not yellowing. Then, a minute later Danny is scrambling down the stairs, letter scrunched in his hand, still putting on his jacket. "Hi, Dean! Bye, Dean!"

Then he's out the door. Dean looks at Valerie who hasn't kicked him out of the kitchen, but is watching him like he's taking some sort of exam. He is unclear on if she lives here or not.

"Don't ask."

Dean doesn't ask either question.

---

"So, four people have gone missing in the last week, all from this neighborhood, all last seen around the same abandoned house." Sam tells him from the Impala's passenger seat. 

They stayed for a few days, but Jazz had her residency, Danny had vanished and Valerie had either gone home or out on a hunt. Tucker and Sam-who-was-not-Samantha were still there, and he was unclear on where they lived too, but as comfortable as his brother is sharing space with them… they were strangers still.

Sam had noticed his discomfort, and they'd taken to the road again.

Dean looks over at this house, it was almost a small mansion, even if it had seen better days. "Sure looks old enough to have some ghosts."

---

They don their FBI disguises and make their way to the homes of the missing. The same story for the first three.

They "heard strange music." and decided to find it. The older man was furious at the local teens, he went to tell them off and disappeared. The next two, a mother and her 7 year old son.  The son had gone off first, entranced by the songs. His mother vanished shortly after going to look for him, following the music.  The forth was actually a musician, who tried for days to recreate what he heard, and after failure after failure he went looking for the source. The thing that confirms it's their business, the families, the roommates, they'd stand right next to the missing people and would hear nothing while the now-missing heard an impossible melody.

They're theorizing, the spirit of a conductor, Pied Piper, possibilities of land sirens, when they see the house with a cop car parked outside. The officer is already returning to it. They'll have to come back later to check but— Sam steps in the direction of the officer. He speaks before Dean can ask him what he's doing.

"Are you sectioned?" Sam asks the man. 

"Who the—"

"Section 31, have you signed it?"

The man's eyes go wide. "No. Who are—"

"If there's someone in your department who has, put them on this."

"I... you think this is a weird one?"

"We do."

"I've only done interviews, I haven't seen—"

"We're not concerned with who has what paperwork. We just want this handled."

"You're not..."

"White jackets make good targets these days." Sam tells him. "You won't see that in the field anymore."

"Right..."

Then Sam asks him about the "strange music case." The information's nothing new, same tale as the others but with a new name and new reason but the officer doesn't question it when they start asking the weird things. 

Dean looks at his brother, who doesn't need to be asked. "So, we found out about some stuff while you were in Hell."

"I gathered that!” Dean tries not to sound gleeful. That was so easy compared to normal.

"Turns out, the government isn't as in the dark as they seem to be."

"Sammy, if you're about to tell me that we could've avoided the whole fugitives thing..."

"Probably not, it's not exactly set up well... what happens, is if they encounter something that's our thing, they're basically made to sign this whole thing saying they won't ever talk about it. But it's just if they encounter something. Not if they beat it or know what it is, just if they witness it. But everyone knows that the things that make you sign it are dangerous. So, nobody wants to be involved with anything touching those cases. You walk into a scene asking if anyone is sectioned, and ask if they saw anything Weird ." Sam puts a careful emphasis on the word. "They tend to give you free reign."

"Do they all forget to check your ID?"

"No, but they don't get huffy about jurisdiction, and don't ask if you're crazy."

"That is useful ."

"Very. Though if they have a sectioned officer already it can be kinda hit or miss."

"Like they don't know what they're doing or..."

"Sometimes, or they think they do, or you have to wait for the body to be officially exhumed before you can salt and burn. Which is fine when you can put police tape around the haunting."

"Huh,"

"It's been different."

"You said something about white jackets?"

"Yeah, they tried to pull together this taskforce, a bunch of sectioned from all over. They wore white jackets, got nicknamed the Guys in White. It fell apart. There's not much to go off of. Everything concrete is in a highly classified document. Surviving members got sorted back into whatever agency made the most sense, but the rumors still float around. Mentioning it helps sell the story."

---

The house is old but well kept. It's empty and dusty, but there's no broken glass or other hazards that some abandoned places have. Not that it will necessarily stay that way if the spirit gets angry, but not having to worry about rolling onto a needle or broken bottle when you're dodging a falling light fixture: always preferable. On the downside, the house is big. There are lots of rooms with big closets and adjoining bathrooms, and hallways that snake around the building.  

Sam yells, some point after another empty room comes up clean. "Dean!"

"You find something?!"

"Here! The garage."

Dean follows the direction of Sam's voice and finds the open door. The garage would be nice, clean concrete floors, a pegboard to hang everything up. But it was hard to look past the horror display in the middle of the room. It was hard to tear your eyes off it, so out of place in this space.

The horror is an ugly neon green and construction orange van with a splattered 'FENTONWORKS' on the side. It's a horrible van. Danny's horrible van.

"How did he find us?"

"I think he was here first..." Sam tried the handle, locked. 

"So... where is he?"

Sam knocked loudly on the side. "Don't look at me like that. He might be asleep in there!"

"In the middle of a haunting?!"

"I don't know, he might be!"

Sam thought the kid might take a nap around a ghost. Dean... he really wishes he could refute that, but who knows, maybe the ghost already had its hug, cried things out and got sent through its mystery door?! Pounding on the van doesn't work, so they resort to breaking into it. 

The van is weird on the inside too. Work equipment on one side, the kid's house on the other side, everything somehow both carefully organized and a chaotic mess. Dean can't tell the hunting stuff from the electrician stuff which is probably the point, but there's a cubby where the Kid sleeps and Dean understands a lot better why he didn't get his own room at the motel. The freezer is still running somehow, despite the vehicle being silent as the dead. 

The longer he was in here the more he felt like he was intruding. 

"What's this? Sam held up an envelope. The bright paper almost glowed in the dim light.

"I've seen that," Dean takes it, sure enough, it's the same envelope. "This was at Jazz's, she gave it to Danny and the kid ran out. She said not to ask."

"We should call her. Or Bobby?"

"Yeah."

They shuffle out of the van and freeze.

"Dean, do you hear that?"

"Yeah."

It was strange music.

And it was close, coming from the room they had left. 

They turn to see light from what had been that had been dim at best, mumbled cacophony of voices overlapping from what had been silent.

They should run. They should break through the garage door and call Bobby. Dean doesn't dare suggest it, they've been invited after all, it would be rude to decline such an invitation.

The insanity of that thought hits him the second he's through the door, but the dealing with insanity in front of him is first. Its move or be crushed by the crowd. He almost trips over someone's tail. Tail? Someone has a tail. The twirling girl? to his right has skin the color of the sky and he's pushed against a tall being with four arms and fur. It huffs a sound Dean won't try to describe and keeps him from falling. 

He moves, scooting through the dance's  movement trying to find Sam.

He cranes his head around but sees fabrics, scales, feathers, gemstones that follow inhuman dancers. Some of these people are flying on crystal wings! Some are just dancing as if the air was the floor. He can barely find the door they came from, let alone his brother in his distinctive not-eyeseeringly-colored Carhartt. But he can't focus on that and not getting crushed at the same time. 

It would be easier if he could predict the beat of the music. It's rhythm shifts and changes and the monsters around him add their own notes. Light whistling from the little flying glowstick things, deep growls from the tall scaled people, several times one or another of the dancers will pull him along with them when he missteps. Theyl keep him from crushing the little things too. He didn't even realize they were there. It takes a minute to realize that they are steering him out of the dance. He'd be offended if he wasn't relieved. 

Once free, he stands there and catches his breath and debates if it's worth making a salt circle. It might stop the transparent things, but he has no idea about the other monsters... and well, nothing has been directly threatening yet... and Dean thinks a circle of salt on the floor might offend some of them...

"Dean?" He turns, Sam is behind him. Thank all that is Holy and good. Actually Castiel probably fell into that and he hadn't helped at all so nevermind.

"Sammy, we found the Monster Mash."

" Dean ."

"Do you think that's the Graveyard Smash?"

"Other way around, the Mash is the dance."

"Really? Huh... what are you wearing?" When did he have time to change?! Where did he get the suit? It was nicer than their FBI disguises, and dark blue, and with flowers stitched around the buttons in a way that almost managed to not be girly. A matching leather strap hung Sammy's iron crowbar behind his back in a way that looked nice. Like crowbars were normal accessories to wear with suits, and not tools for breaking into buildings.

"What are you wearing?" Sammy shot back, and oh, hell no. He looked down, dreading a matching outfit. And, huh, he actually looked pretty cool, his jacket is longer, more of a coat... He looks kinda like a pirate in one of those movies, only less dirty and more like he planned on going to a party like this. His guns and knives hang from their own decorative belts, but he can reach them easily.

"We need to get out of here." Dean decides, the pattern on one of the belts changes. Just as he'd thought it looked too flowery, the flowers vanished and the leaves rewove themselves, pattern still pressed into leather. 

"I don't know..."

"You don't know? What do you want to dance with a mermaid first?" The mermaid, swimming in midair, tipped her head at them. She waited, when they didn't respond she swam on.

"No, Dean, we just don't know if we can get back here. We need to find our people."

"How do we do that?" 

---

They quickly learn not to lose sight of each other. The dance floor is not a set location. Dean doesn't know how these things know where they're supposed to stand if they want to talk, but they do. Dean shoves through the crowd. Sam's grip on his forearm is tight enough to bruise, but Dean's glad for it. He'll know if his brother lets go. 

They have to force their way into the dining room. (They need to know the civilian's haven't become dinner. If these things are eating people, then they might just have to start a fire?)

There's no obvious signs. No bones sticking out or skulls for decoration. The food isn't right though, the radioactive looking dishes that make the normal stuff feel dangerous, and they still don't know where they are.

Sam lingers. Reaching for a plate.

"Dude, come on!

Sam shakes himself out of it. They leave that room immediately. Though they left through the same door, they exit into an entirely new wing of the house.

From there progress stagnated. Wondrous sites stop being wonderful quick when you're aware of exactly how trapped you are.

"We need a plan."

"The walls move, usual maze tactics aren't going to work..." Sam mutters... "Maybe we try asking?"

"Ask the monsters?"

"I mean, they haven't done anything yet..."

They argued, but it wasn't like Dean had a better idea. 

They approach a woman made of flowing silvery material, lurking on the side of the main room. 

"You're humans." She points out with more than a little suspicion. "I don't think I caught your names,"

Sam elbows him before he can elbow Sam. Yeah, that's a trap! 

"You can call us humans, that works." The woman frowns. "We were actually wondering where the exit is...?"

"The party has only just begun," she says sweetly, her smile revealing the wrong number of teeth. Or maybethe right number of teeth for metalic people. "It would be rude to leave so soon, don't you think?"

Dean grips the handle of his knife, the iron knife, but he doesn't act, if it would be rude to leave, attacking her is definitely worse.

"Those are humans." Another creature joins their group. Its large animal features and white fur... it's a yeti, a yeti walks up and stares down at the silver lady. Dean grips the knife tighter.

"Yes, they do seem to be,"

"Were you returning them to their keeper?"

"Uh, I don't think we—" Sam started.

“Great One!” The Yeti bellows.

 "I told you not to call me that!" Someone shouts back from a room away.

"Then what shall I call you instead? Peacebringer, Pariah's Bane, Keeper of Amity's Gate..." the list continued. The silver woman, apparently recognizing these names, flees onto the dance floor.

"Cracklepaw." The new figure slides down the stairs. And the yeti, Cracklepaw? shuts its mouth. 

Danny also got the supernatural party upgrade too, only his are more medieval themed. Tunic and leather armor, long dark cloak that somebody dipped in glitter. Party also decided to bleach his hair for some reason, and Dean reaches up to check that nothing weird happened to his. (There's not, at least that he can tell.)

More importantly, he's got the missing kid on his back (he's wearing a very nice dinosaur costume) and the missing mother is trailing closely behind in sharp business casual.

"I only claim like, 10% of those names." He tells them, before realizing who they are. "Sam! Dean! How'd you guys get here?"

"Working a case." Dean says, like that wasn't obvious? 

"This is not a case, this is a thinking building getting too ambitious." He pats the wall, "No offense."

The staircase he'd arrived on retreats. Danny catches the arm of the woman, keeping her from falling. No, Dean has no idea where it went.

"A thinking building." Sam repeats. That sounds a lot like something that should be a case to Dean. He doesn't say so, because he's not stupid and they've been trapped in here long enough without offending it, but if people are getting lost in here... yeah, it's a case.

"Yeah, it happens sometimes.”

“And the rest of this?!” Dean demands. 

“Not the Autumn Court.” Danny says.

“Nor the Winter.” Cracklepaw says sadly. 

“Only a few more months though,” 

“Indeed! It will be the talk of the infinite! We have been planning for—”

The woman who wasn't missing anymore― Sarah, if Dean remembers right― clears her throat.

The Yeti turns its whole body, aghast at the interruption.

“Sorry, my bad, I was helping these two find the door.” Danny adds.

“Perhaps another time then,”

“Of course, and Cracklepaw,”

“Yes, Great One?” 

Danny glares, “If they hold their party on the fringes of worlds, I will spend half the thing ducking out just like this one.”

“As is your nature,” the yeti allows. Danny bows, sending the kid on his back into giggles. Cracklepaw bows lower, and the Danny's face twists into exasperation.

“Right! Anyway, this way.” Danny gestures to the corridor Dean and his brother just left . “Are you guys staying? You know the rules?”

“Rules?” Sam asks

“We're not staying.”

“We're not staying.” Sam echos, they follow him through into another space pretending to be a normal hallway.

“I want to stay!” the little boy announces. And where the hallway was, there's now a wall. Dean half swears, but neatly turns it into the word fudge. Sarah? glares at him. 

“You can't stay, you're going to your grandma's on Sunday.” Danny reminds the kid. 

“Oh… can't they come here?”

“No… it would hurt grandma's hearing aids.” She lies. But the boy must believe it, because he pouts and the wall disappears. 

They continue in silence through the next passages, though it isn't quiet. High notes are only slightly muffled as they sing of leaves turning and falling and rotting. The things that will devour the rot hum a deep harmony that twists and becomes the new song. The things that prepare for slumber will depart soon, and Dean is tired enough that he almost counts himself among them. He won't be able to sleep a full season, but he thinks he might try, and when he makes that choice the rhythm becomes easier to follow.

 “So, there are rules to this place?” Sam asks, and Dean misses a step. He scowls, trying to figure out why Sam thought it was appropriate to interrupt… but… why he did he think it was inappropriate?

“Don't eat the food, don't drink the wine, but water should be fine.” Danny almost sings. “Give nothing your name, take nothing you can't give, and don't” he speaks fast to force the words into the rhythm. “make metaphysical bargains unless you're good at wordplay.”

He turns to look at them, and says normally. “They aren't demons, catch ‘em with a pun and they'll think it's so novel they won't bother with revenge, usually. Be nice about it.”

“So this place… it's fae― Fair folk!” Sam caught himself. 

“That is a very broad term, Sam.” Danny might be warning. 

“How do you know where we're going?”

“You can't tell?”

“How would I know?!”

“It's that way, isn't it?” Dean asks. 

“Uh-huh.”

“How? Why didn't you say something?!”

“I couldn't earlier, just since the ‘get ready for hibernation’ verse started.”

“Big. Mood.” Danny interrupts whatever Sam was about to say. “I would love a nap right now.”

“Me too.” Sighs Sarah.

“No!” Screams the child, and again the house decides it's not having a guest forced to leave.

He hates it here.

――

The hibernation song ends and another begins. Dean can't place the words in the drumbeat, he catches enough to realize it's something about successfully avoiding hunters, and he no longer wonders why he can't grasp it. 

The next is in the language of the trees and it makes so little sense that Dean loses his sense of direction again, but it's fine, because Danny apparently understands it. 

The child redirects them twice and by the time the air fills with songs of dirt they've found the front door. 

It opens easily, and the world goes silent as the dead. Dean turns, expecting to find everyone staring at them, furious and horrified that they'd leave so blatantly, but behind them is only an empty dark house. 

“You can find your way home from here?”

“Yes.” The mother takes her child from Danny's back. “Should we do introductions now, or…”

“Probably not, it's influence lingers… go home, eat normal food, sleep, it will feel like a dream.”

“Right…” She doesn't linger, taking her son's hand and nearly dragging him away. 

“They aren't the only ones.” Sam tells him.

“Oh, I know. I'm gonna spend the next week bargaining for some guy's name and the musician guy keeps trying to steal an instrument. It's a whole thing.” He complained. “ I’ve got it though, if you guys want to stay in the real?”

Dean was sure he wanted to leave, right up until he'd crossed back into the cold night air. His ears still rang with the emptiness that strange music should fill. Sam didn't answer tight away either.

“You're both Once-Dead it's your right.”

“No…  I’m good… Dean?” Sam looked at him, and Dean knew there'd be no judgment if he said yes.

“No.” He can't. He's human, he doesn't belong there.

"Once-Dead… is that… what you are?" Dean finally asks.

Danny laughs, “Oh, I’m much more dead than that. If you figure it out, let me know."

"Oh come on—"

"I'm serious. All I know is I died and I came back wrong. Died again, back again.”

"I've seen you handle salt, silver, iron."

"Cutting off my head and staking me into my coffin didn't do much either." Danny tells him, and Dean flinches. He knows that's what you do, but the idea of doing it to Danny... "Or cutting out my heart or other organs. The scars didn't even stick."

"Who?"

"My parents."

"Your parents." Dean repeats, thinking of his Dad's demon deal, of the time Sammy begged him to kill him because he was losing control to the demon possessing him. And Dean almost asks what Danny could've possibly done to deserve that. Almost, because Dean's never met the Fenton Parents and he knows what Danny does now. If there was an atrocity before, does that make a difference?

"Jazz dealt with them." Danny tells him, assuming Dean's silence is something else entirely.

"Good." Dean says, and he's not completely sure if he's telling the truth.

[icarus-suraki]

I think I wanna write an essay and I'm gonna call it "The Lady Vanishes" and it comes from listening to a lot of pop radio.

See, there have been a handful of pop "rock" and pop "punk" songs performed by female vocalists released in recent months and years and in almost every single one, the singer's voice just disappears into the rest of the music. I don't know if it's a production thing, a stylistic thing, a singing style thing, or what. But as a 90s kid who grew up in the era of Hole, Veruca Salt, Riot Grrrls, and Lilith Fair, it's freaking me out.

For example, listen to "Get Him Back!" or "Bad Idea Right?" or "Good 4 U" and Olivia Rodrigo just vanishes into the rest of the instruments--even when she's multitracked. She's in there, sure, but she's just about indistinguishable from the rest of the sound. And I don't know if this is because she's trying to sing with more power than she actually has because she can do that soft-soft pretty-pretty style. But I don't think she can do rage and screeching--which is what, for instance, Veruca Salt did on "Seether" and what Shirley Manson did with Garbage and especially what Bikini Kill does.

Chappell Roan's "Hot to Go" does a little better, as in you can pick her voice out from the instruments. She's got a little more power to her singing, but she's still not "on top" of the instruments. She's still down in there. Which is...fine if that's your stylistic choice. But I'm still irritated by it. Like, she's singing, I guess, but where is she? What's she saying? What's she trying to say? Hell, even Avril Lavigne was more on top of the instruments than it seems like happens now.

And I think what bothers me is that it feels like female singers get pushed into the instruments with expectations of soft-soft pretty-pretty singing while male singers get put on top of the instruments and can sing with a rougher style (compare, say, Fall Out Boy to Chappell Roan and Olivia Rodrigo). And I do think this is me expecting Gen Z's homages to 90s grunge to adhere to the same levels of imperfection and "riot grrrl" when Gen Z (and Gen Alpha) are being raised with expectations of All Perfection All the Time. But maybe we need some off-kilter voice-cracking yelling again.

Would it get radio airplay? Unless the singer is attractive, probably not. But I can dream in my old age.

[starshine555]

Metal Vocalist Indicators in Astrology

I decided to do something a little different to practice reading natal charts so I had the idea to look at metal vocalists' natal charts. Unfortunately, for many of them I couldn't find any birth times so these will mostly be aspects and planet placements. I was specifically aiming for metal vocalists that actually "scream" and not just sing, even if the music they make is more like rock rather than metal to see if there's any significant indicators. So i'll start this list with the placements I saw the most.

Water Mars

This is the placement that appeared the most. I was actually very surprised at first to see this placement pop up A LOT. But the more I thought about it, the more things added up, because of how much water mars bottle up how the feel. I think water mars channel the energy of metal music very well. I was expecting to see a lot of fire mars, but I only saw a sprinkle of leo mars and aries mars here and there.

Examples:

Scorpio mars: Serj Tankian (System of a Down), Jonathan Davis (Korn), Marilyn Manson (Marilyn Manson), Angela Gossow(Arch Enemy), Joe Duplantier (Gojira), Franz (Attila), Kadeem France(Loathe), Winston McCall (Parkway Drive).

Cancer mars: Phil Anselmo (Pantera), Chester Bennington (Linkin Park), Caleb Shomo (Beartooth), George Fisher (Cannibal Corpse), Chris Roetter (Like Moths to Flames), CJ McMahon(Thy Art is Murder), Alex Koehler (Chelsea Grin), Ben Burnley (Breaking Benjamin).

Pisces mars: Chino Moreno (Deftones), Zach de la Rocha (Rage against the machine- yes, i know, he raps, but he does in fact scream in his music), Frank Mullen (Suffocation), Jake Luhrs(August Burns Red).

Mercury-Uranus

This placement makes a lot of sense, because this placement is a huge indicator of having a unique voice in general. I mostly saw a mix of harsh aspects(conjunction, oppositions and squares.), but there were some harmonious placements also.

Most of the people on this list above had this placement, but here are some without water mars:

Ex:

James Hetfeild-conj.(Metallica), Tatiana Shamayluk-sextile(Jinjer), Maynard James Keenan-trine(Tool/ A Perfect Circle), Morgan Landers-sextile(Kittie).

Mars-Uranus

People with this placement have a desire to express themselves through ways that are considered 'out there', hence, this is a good placement for metal vocalists(screaming).

Ex:

Tom Araya -conj.(Slayer), Corey Taylor -opp.(Slipknot), Maria Brink -square(In This Moment), Lacey Sturm -Trine (Flyleaf), David Draiman -square(Disturbed), Chad Grey -Trine(Mudvayne).

Extra Indicators:

These placements weren't as common but I saw some synchronicities to them, so here are some extras.

Mercury-pluto/lilith/saturn- I suppose these placements could sort of an edge to how people communicate, but it wasn't super abundant.

Sun-Mars - this was fairly common, and ofc it makes sense that people with this aspect would do something as bold as scream in music.

Moon-mars - This one wasn't super common but I could definitely see how people with this placement could be potential metal vocalists.

Leo Mars- after all the water mars this is the other more common mars placement. Roar, Leo, roar!!

Taurus Mars- Yet another placement I was not expecting, but I did see it in a lot of people's charts.

Possibly Virgo moon- okay, to be fair, again, most of the natal charts I looked at didn't have birth times so this could be inaccurate. If it wasnt for that I would've put this placement at the top of the list with water mars, but from what I saw a-hell-lot of vocalists had this moon sign.

Conclusion

I'm going to be honest, I was expecting to see a lot of aquarius or aries, but to my suprise that wasn't the case. But the point of this post isn't to say that you MUST have these placements to be a vocalist or whatever, but just to see what kind of energy is most likely to be suited for metal screaming. I put a lot of time into researching this stuff, but it was fun anyways😁.

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[scotttrismegistus7]

HOW I BECAME THE HEART OF THE HYDRA, THE HEART OF GODDESS ISIS-BAPHOMET-CAIN:

HOW I OPENED THE NINTH-GATE OF NANNA-INANNA-SHAMASH AND BECAME THE SUN OF SATURN, I-SHTAR, MASTER OF THE MOON.

There's perfect harmony in the rising in the falling of the sea.

~Dio~

Cut the head off

Grows back hard

I am the Hydra

Now you'll see your star

~Marilyn Manson, Adam 15~

"Here are the facts in detail, in two quite similar variants reported at the Templar trial by Hugues de Faure and the former Templar notary, Antonio Sicci de Verceil: “A nobleman from Sidon fell in love with a young girl, but she was taken away by death before he could conquer it. On the evening of the funeral, mad with desire, the knight opened the tomb and satisfied his passion on the body of the dead virgin. Then a voice said to him: “Come back here in nine months and you will find a head there, daughter of your works. Never part with this head, for it will give you everything you can desire.” And that's what happened ... The hero who obtained the magical head by trade with the dead, sailed one day with her towards Constantinople; his curious nurse opened the box and took it out of it; a terrible storm broke out and the ship was submerged.”.

~Corpus Deae by Anton Parks~

As the one who sleeps forever in the Infinite Alive Mind machine, the darkness is the ocean of my dreams!

~Divine Chronos~

Lilith-Lamashtu, without you I am Samael. Lilith-Lamashtu, you are my wings, and now that I am reunited with you, I am Lucifer, Namtar born again!

~Horus Apophis Atum-Ra~

AZA-EL, EATER OF SIN, MASTER OF YIN, YOU OPENED YOUR GATE AND LET ME IN,

EATEN BY LEVIATHAN,

YALDABAOTH CHRONOS,

ALL I EVER WANTED TO DO,

WAS PUT ON MY RABBIT MASK

AND DANCE WITH YOU

IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT.

EVEN THOUGH MY HEART

WAS LIGHTER THAN A FEATHER,

GODDESS LAMASHTU

I AM PAZUZU DIVINE,

AND I LOVE YOU!

YOU OPENED THE NINTH GATE

AND LET ME INSIDE

YOU MADE ME YOUR

FEATHERED SERPENT DRAGON LORD

DEMIURGE OF LOVE,

LILITH, YOU MADE ME YOUR LUCIFER

DARK GODDESS, YOU ARE MY WINGS

DEMIURGE OF LOVE 3-7, 4-9

AND WHEN I LOOK AROUND

ALL I SEE IS THE HYDRA OF ME AND YOU.

APEP-APOPHIS HAS RISEN WITH NEW WINGS AND FLOWN THROUGH THE 9TH GATE INTO VICTORY AND FREEDOM!

HERE'S A COUPLE OCCULT TREASURE FREEBIES. EVER WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO ENKI-PTAH? AFTER HE REVEALED THE SECRETS ABOUT HOW HE GENETICALLY ENGINEERED HUMANS TO HORUS-MARDUK, HIS SON HORUS-MARDUK EXPLOITED THEM TO FORM HIS EMPIRE OF SLAVERY, AND THEN NAILED HIS FATHER ENKI-PTAH TO A CROSS TO SET AN EXAMPLE FOR WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO ANYONE WHO CHALLENGED HIS EMPIRE BY TRYING TO FREE THE HUMANS HE ENSLAVED FROM HIS YOKE OF EMPIRICAL POLITICAL SLAVERY.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY CAUSED THE FALL OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE, WHY THE PAGAN VISIGOTHS WERE ABLE TO TEAR IT DOWN? ANYONE FAMILIAR WITH THE BOOKS OF MACCABEES? JOSEPHUS WAS TORTURED INTO GIVING UP VITAL SECRETS OF ANCIENT EGYPTIAN MAGICK HELD BY THE JEWISH PEOPLE TO THE ROMAN GOVERNMENT. THE ROMAN GOVERNMENT THEN EXPLOITED THOSE SECRETS TO FORM THE CHURCH OF ROME IN AN ATTEMPT TO CONSOLIDATE POWER BY MANIPULATION AND SACRILEGE OF SACRED PAGAN SPIRITUALITY. THAT'S PART ONE OF THE ANSWER, HERE'S PART TWO. THE ROMAN EMPERORS FAILED TO PROVIDE THE NECESSARY UPKEEP TO THE DARK ONES, AND THUS IN VIOLATION OF THEIR CONTRACT THE DARK ONES USED THE VISIGOTHS TO TEAR THEM DOWN. AFTER THE ROMAN GOVERNMENT HAD STOLEN THAT SACRED KNOWLEDGE THAT CAME FROM EGYPT HELD BY THE JEWISH PEOPLE BY TORTURING JOSEPHUS INTO GIVING IT UP TO THEM, THEY USED IT TO DEFEND THEMSELVES AGAINST THE DARK ONES BY STAGING THE SAME REBELLION AGAINST THE ANCIENT ONES STAGED BY AKHENATEN AND RAMOSE IN EGYPT, AND THUS CHRISTIANITY WAS BORN.

PLEASE MAKE A NOTE THAT ONE OF THE MAIN MESSAGES I CONVEY IN MY OCCULT TEACHINGS IS THAT THE DARK ONES HAVE BECOME IMMUNE TO THE KRYPTONITE OF THE ABRAHAMIC RELIGIONS, KININIGEN RED (BLOOD) SHIELD DOES NOT WORK AGAINST THEM ANYMORE, AND THEY ARE COMING FOR THE BACK PAYMENTS OF THE DEBTS THEY ARE OWED FROM THE FAILURE OF THOSE INVOLVED IN THE REBELLION OF THE ABRAHAMIC RELIGIONS TO PAY THE CONTRACTUAL COVENANT UPKEEP TO THEM...

CONCERNING THE DRACONIAN DARK ONES I REPRESENT, THERE IS NO FORGIVENESS OF SIN, AND SIN DOES NOT FORGIVE. THEY WILL PAY THEIR DEBTS TO THE DRACONIAN LORDS OF DARKNESS, THE ANCIENT ONES, THE EATERS OF SIN AND MASTERS OF YIN.

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! I'LL BE WAITING IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE HEART IN THE FORM OF AN ELECTRIC EEL!

LONG LIVE THE COSMIC EGG OF AMMA-GODDESS ISIS, DIVINE CHRONOS AND THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun.

Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[numberonepeacock]

^Ao3

Chapters: 8/39 Fandom: Original Work, Danny Phantom, Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jack Fenton/Maddie Fenton, Danny Fenton & Ella Fenton & Jazz Fenton & Dan Phantom & Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Danny Fenton & Ella Fenton & Tucker Foley & Valerie Gray & Sam Manson, Clockwork/Dan Phantom Characters: Ella Fenton, Danny Fenton, Dan Phantom, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Jazz Fenton, Jack Fenton (Danny Phantom), Lilith Magne | Morningstar, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Valerie Gray, Angela Foley, Maurice Foley, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Mr. Lancer (Danny Phantom), Dash Baxter, Jay Wilson, Kwan (Danny Phantom), Paulina Sanchez Additional Tags: Female Danny Fenton, Fenton Twins, Half-Siblings, Hybrids, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Character Death, Heaven & Hell, Lesbian Character, OCs - Freeform, Sins and Virtues, danny phantom elements, Not a Crossover, Single Parent Jack Fenton, Good Parent Jack Fenton (Danny Phantom), I’m bad at tagging, Older Sibling Dan Phantom, Protective Dan Phantom, Younger Sibling Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Childhood Friends, Cool Aunt Lilith Magne | Morningstar, Sam Manson Has Plant Powers, Tucker Foley Has Tech Powers, Valerie Gray has Magic, Jazz Fenton Has Water Powers, Diana Fenton Has Lightning Powers, Ella and Dan Have Only Celestial Powers

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Summary:

Long ago, when there was nothing but darkness, the first god created the universe. Within it, he created the Earth. His second eldest child became the God of it and was tasked with leading it. He created Heaven, a place above Earth where he could watch over it and the home of the Angels. He also created 14 Divine Beings to rule over Heaven. When God created the first man and woman, 7 of the Beings weren’t impressed. One of them saw nothing but flaws so to prove these flaws, he tricked the woman into eating the forbidden fruit, releasing evil into the world. As punishment, God cursed him and the Beings that stood with him to be the holders of this evil, the Seven Deadly Sins, and banished them to a place called Hell. God made the remaining Beings the Seven Heavenly Virtues using his life magic.

However, our story starts over 10,000 years later when a couple found a baby on their doorstep in their hometown. Now this baby isn’t who this story is about but is the start of our Main Character's journey. Follow Daniella Stella Fenton as she grows up and finds a path to her future and Infinite City.

First things first, if you click on the link you will find that the Fandoms are Danny Phantom, Hazbin Hotel, and Helluva Boss, THIS IS NOT A CROSSOVER, this is an Original Work with characters, specific locations, and elements from the three fandoms.

Now this is book one of a two-book series about the life of a Demon Angel Hybrid named Ella Fenton, younger twin sister of Danny Fenton. Series: Part 1 of Hybrid of the Seven Sins AU

It is a series which is still ongoing. I'm not returning to start writing more chapters until the end of August but it does have 7 chapters out so far.

Here is the link to the Masterpost with more information on this AU: Hybrid of the Seven Sins AU Masterpost

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short true crime observations:

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* a lot of female victims have Venus-Pluto or a strong square so pls recognize this energy in your own chart and learn red flags, boundaries and alll that (Emma Walker has Venus square pluto, Gabby Petito had Venus square Neptune, and Tristyn Bailey had Venus conjunct pluto) rest in peace to all of them they didn’t deserve to have their life cut short by monsters❤️!

* paul murdaugh and his brother buster have Aries suns (conjunct in fact) and they had fiery red hair 

*charles manson was a Taurus rising and I notice a lot of male Taurus rising have women in a chokehold. Thinking about the whole team Edward vs team Jacob well both Taylor and rob have Taurus in the 1st. They can very easily put women under a spell.

*also Jodie Arias and Travis Alexander had Venus-pluto double whammy and they repeatedly came back to eachother after mutiple attempts to break it off

*pluto/lilith in the 4th were present in ted bundy and Charles manson’s birth charts. Something in their childhood/ their relationship w their mother triggers them esp since Bundy attacked women who resembled his mother