#maraka

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[cloudedmydude]

gonna listen to go go reigen while i revise for this test. i swear on my sans undertale figure if i get into grammar school three years late i WILL buy the reigen plushie and hang him from my roof

[freaky-chips]

I think the devil possessed me at 2 am and compelled me to draw this this goddamn crossover shit keeps coming back to haunt my brain this was supposed to be a nonsense doodle that i shrank and put in the corner so i could do more doodles why on earth did i spend 3 hours drawing it its not even centered lmao im so fucking tired i need sleep its 5 in the morning rn

the uncropped version with Leo fucking dying in the corner

[shanahazuki]

Comisario Pantera y La Barranca se unen para un espectáculo único en el Centro de Espectáculos La Maraka

#ComisarioPantera y #LaBarranca se unen para un espectáculo único en el Centro de Espectáculos #LaMaraka

Dos de las bandas más emblemáticas de la escena musical mexicana, Comisario Pantera y La Barranca, se preparan para ofrecer un espectáculo inolvidable en el Centro de Espectáculos La Maraka el próximo sábado 24 de febrero de 2024 a las nueve de la noche. Comisario Pantera, conocidos por su música enérgica y pegajosa, continúan su exitosa trayectoria con el lanzamiento de su nuevo sencillo…

[koufax73]

Vinnie Marakas, "Preferirei di no": recensione e streaming

Preferirei di No è il primo album ufficiale di Vinnie Marakas, in uscita per Dischi Sotterranei. Il disco, anticipato dal singolo “Supermarket” – un’ironica e surreale rappresentazione del supermercato come metafora della contemporaneità e dell’industria discografica, in cui tutto è merce – è prodotto da Richard Floyd, come l’ep d’esordio Giovane Cagliostro (2022) e vede la collaborazione del…

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Olorun Wa awa mbe o

[astromeena]

Transit of Maraka Lords in Maraka Houses, causing concern

[thecoiledserpent]

↺ AUSPICIOUS PLACEMENTS TO HAVE IN NATAL CHART

basics of vedic astrology. ask box. pinned.

note: only applicable to vedic charts. apply to western charts at your own accord.

these are general placements and don't guarantee anything on their own. if you want to be a shitty person, then even mahabhagya yogas or mahapurusha yogas will yield negative results and bring bad luck and accompany a massive fall from fame.

mars / saturn in the 3rd house + house lord present in another house (not mandatory, but makes it better)

both mars and saturn are naturally malefic planets and naturally, harm the house they are sitting in. when these planets sit in the upchaya houses (3,6,11), then their immense malefic energy is converted into courage, valor, and strength. it is best when these planetss sit in the 3rd house, however. 3rd house is the house of initiation. having mars in this house increases the quality of leadership in the native. it makes them especially brave and gives them the opportunity to master the negative side of their mars and make it even more auspicious. even having a maraka mars is good in this house because it will repeatedly put you in positions where you are made to realize and accept your negative qualities, and also rewarded for mastering them. saturn in 3rd house disciplines the fluttery, airy nature associated with this house. of course, curiosity is still pretty much the trademark of any 3rd house placement, but saturn here disciplines one's efforts towards learning in younger years and taking initiative when older. in particular, it bestows the power of impressive speech that is enough to make heads turn.

benefic planets in the 1st, 2nd, 5th, 9th, 11th / laxmi houses or laxmi yoga

in the horoscope, if the 1st lord, 2nd lord, and 11th lord are situated in self-owned sign, then the person will be rich. if the mutual zodiac sign exchange of the 2nd and 11th lord is happening or 11th lord is in 11th house, then one attains lakshmi. if the lagnesh is located in 2nd house and 2nd lord is in the 11th house or 11th lord in the second house of the horoscope, then lakshmi yoga is formed. in the horoscope, if the moon is located in an auspicious zodiac along with venus but not in the sixth house then good wealth is attained. this is really a very lucky placement imo. goddess lakshmi personally gives her blessings to these people, and for hindus, it is highly recommended to pray to goddess lakshmi with a genuine, clear heart and revere her as a mother. however, do be cautious that you also pray to shri vishnu because goddess lakshmi rides an owl, and owls on their own bring darkness. when goddess lakshmi comes into ones life with shri vishnu, they come on the king of the birds, garuda and spread light and divinity into one's life.

the mahapurusha yogas

having any of the mahapurusha yogas is literally a lottery ticket placement lmao. the planet forming the yoga immediately becomes one of the dominant planets of your personality and it is especially pronounced if the yoga is formed in the 1st-7th house axis. for ex. i have hamsa yoga in 7th house and a mars ak; i also have a younger brother. in his chart's 11th house, he has jupiter and mars. hence, despite having no jupiter dominance otherwise, jupiter becomes one of my dominant planets. i also have pronounced physical features that are associated with a hamsa yoga because jupiter is aspecting the ascendant and hence heavily influences my looks.

i. hamsa yoga — jupiter

when jupiter in cancer / pisces / sagittarius is present in any of the kendra houses. preferably but not mandatorily, without conjunctions with any other planet and not retrograde.

to quote the brihat parashara hora shastra:

the native with hamsa (swan, in hindi) yoga has a virtuous personality and is learned in the vedas. the hamsa native has voice like a swan, has a handsome appearance and well developed nose. they are a king with phlegmatic temperament, honey like tawny coloured eyes, red, coloured nails, sharp intelligence, sturdy cheeks, round, forehead and beautiful feet. they have marks of matsya (fish), ankush (the iron hook with which elephants are driven), dhanusha (bow), shankh (conch), kamal (lotus) in their hands and feet. they are very passionate and their lust remains unfulfilled. they are fond of swimming and playing games in watery places. they enjoy life fully and live as affluent, influential people and attain the pleasure of proper burial / cremation of their body after their death. they are most likely to own fertile lands near river beds, like near the ganga and yamuna.

one highlightable feature here is that these people have very beautifully formed feet; starting narrow and turning slightly broad by the tips with inwardly shaped toes that are often long and with shiny, clean pinkish nails. their feet are naturally warm but have a tendency quickly becoming cold and have light pink soles. such feet are highly auspicious and regardless of any yoga, are indicative of a good jupiter.

ii. malavya yoga — venus

when venus in taurus / libra / pisces is present in any of the kendra houses. preferably but not mandatorily, without conjunctions with any other planet and not retrograde, again, preferably.

to quote the brihat parashara hora shastra:

the malavya native has beautiful lips and a slender waist. they are lustrous like the moon and have fragrance in their body. they are of ordinary red complexion, have a medium stature and clean and beautiful teeth. their voice is like that of an elephant and their arms are long enough to reach upto his knees. they live happily for as owner of lands such as sindhu and malwa and then leaves for the heavenly abode.

iii. ruchaka yoga — mars

when mars in aries / scorpio/ capricorn is present in any of the kendra houses. preferably but not mandatorily, without conjunctions with any other planet and not retrograde, again, preferably.

to quote the brihat parashara hora shastra:

the ruchaka native possesses a long face, he is very enthusiastic, has spotless lustre, is powerful, has attractive brows, black hair and is fond of all things. they love to fight wars, are victorious over enemies, are discriminative, are protector of thieves and has cruel temperament and slender thighs. they are a devotee of brahmins, have marks of veena (musical instrument of goddess saraswati), dhanusha (bow), pasha(pāśa, often translated as "noose" or "lasso", is a supernatural weapon depicted in hindu iconography. hindu deities such as ganesha, yama, shyamala devi and varuna are depicted with the pasha in their hands.) and vrasha (unsure what this means, typically refers to a division of earth separated by mountain ranges but it doesn't make sense here; if anyone knows, please let me know as well) signs in their hands along with chakra rekha / line. they are well versed in occult sciences. they are tall, with a thin, slender waist and attractive physique.

these natives live an averagely long life and are most likely to be owner of lands of hilly regions or with red soils.

iv. bhadra yoga — mercury

when mercury in gemini / virgo is present in any of the kendra houses. preferably but not mandatorily, without conjunctions with any other planet and not retrograde, again, preferably.

to quote the brihat parashara hora shastra:

the bhadra native is splendorous like a lion, has very developed chest (or chest with well developed muscles), has the gait of an elephant, has long and thick arms, is learned in all respects. they are well versed in yoga performance, are of satwaguna qualities and have beautiful feet and a beautifully formed forehead. they are fond of luxuries and comforts and have marks of sankha (conch), chakra, gada, arrow, elephant, dhwaja (flag) and hala (plough) in their hands and feet. they are well versed in shastras, have black and curly hair, possess independent nature, and are a protector of their family. their friends share in the enjoyment of their wealth. they live happily with their wife and children and as the owners of Madhya Desha and enjoy a long life.

v. sasa yoga — saturn

when saturn in capricorn / aquarius / libra is present in any of the kendra houses. preferably but not mandatorily, without conjunctions with any other planet and not retrograde, again, preferably.

to quote the brihat parashara hora shastra:

the sasa native has small sized teeth and face but their body is not small. they are valorous. they have a slender waist and beautiful thighs. they are wise and enjoy wandering in forests and mountains. they are well versed in the loopholes (weaknesses) of the enemy. they are lively, virile and fond of women. they usurp other people’s wealth. they have marks of mala (garland), mridanga (musical instruments) and weapons in their hands and feet. they live averagely long lives and most often attain the higher lokas after death. in terms of land, there is no specification; they rule over lands that they desire.

sasa yoga gives enhanced results if venus is present with libra saturn, or is in good dignity, overall.

no malefics in the 2nd-8th house axis / 4th-10th house axis + benefic moon

this is pretty much a placement that indicates having a balanced and peaceful mental health. this is especially pronounced if only benefics are present in these axes or if they are entirely empty. it gives a good, stable childhood and responsible guardians / parents. it's not as flattering as many of the other placements here, but this is a favourable placement for your mental health. sudden death, spontaneity and sudden loss of wealth are prevented through this. of course, a lot of exceptions are applicable here, too. like rahu-ketu axis in the 1st-7th house or being born under a waning moon / new moon period which makes the moon a malefic and destroys inner peace. seriously though, having a weak moon is a curse because it hinders passion, creativity, self expression, focus and intelligence.

other forms of the mahapurusha yogas that are particularly lucky but i needn't elaborate:

venus / jupiter in 7th house in own sign / exalted sign: good for relationships and business exalted mars in 10th house: good for career and helps in cultivating drive. exalted jupiter in 1st house: a very likeable, pleasant, virtuous and amazing personality.

exalted /favourable ketu

a favourable ketu is less karmic baggage and favours the native's pursuit towards occult science. it also makes the native question society and the way it works; an exalted ketu puts its energy into attracting knowledge and spiritual elements into one's life. this for sure indicates a person with high moral values and good samskaar / 'behaviour', for lack of a better english equivalent. once again, this is not as flattering as the others, but it reduces the obstacles to be faced in life. a good ketu attracts peace into native's life.

mahabhagya 'highly fortunate' yoga

it is pretty rare since quite a few demands are to be met, but if you have it in your chart, then it means that you have collected a lot of good karma in your previous lives and will be blessed with all sorts of luxuries and guidance from divine energies in this life. for male natives, sun, moon and lagna must occupy odd signs and should be strong during the daytime. for female it should be vice versa to get the full power of this yoga. this yoga is applicable only when the sun, moon and lagna are not affected by malefics or are not malefics themselves. note that amavasya moon and waning moon are malefics. note that in vedic culture, day and night are defined via the sunrise and sunset time; so make sure that for male natives, you were born after sunrise, and for female natives, you were born after sunset and before next day's sunrise. the native is born into a good and affluent family and enjoys all sorts of comforts in their childhood. this yoga is literally all sunshine and daisies, it has no bad aspect. if you have it, then you will be blessed with all sorts of luxuries in life. the best things about it is that it blesses you with well-wishers in life so that you never go astray your life path. the divine is with you, and all pursuits become successful.

ॐ नमो भगवते वासुदेवाय नमः

[izzystradlindoesitforme]

Tagged - Bingo

I will list the ones I can say yes to:

Own a band tee.

Made a mixtape.

Have a crush on an artist.

Like rock and roll.

Own a vinyl record.

Met an artist or a band.

Been to a festival.

Own concert memorabilia.

Backstage at a show.

Own a CD.

Like disco music.

Like blues music.

Dedicated a song - does this have to be on or through the radio or what? Can it be anywhere? Tried to dedicate a song over the radio once or twice, but never got through. I did dedicate a song I sang at karaoke one night though.

Like pop music. (*** A lot of it, but not all of it.)

Like country music. (*** Some of it.)

Hate a band everyone loves. *** Hate is a strong word, lol. I very much dislike a band that a lot of people love/like, but not everyone in the universe loves/likes them, lol.

Like a band everyone hates. *** I like a band that a lot of people hate/dislike but not everyone in the world hates/dislikes them, lol.

Play a musical instrument. *** I mean, everyone can play the sticks or the maracas/shakers, so ... does that even count? I can play some mean sticks and shake some marakas real good.

Own an iPod. *** (Yes - but I never could use it cause the battery was dead and when I went to replace it they said it would be cheaper to buy a new one but I think they were only talking about a cheaper one so I should have just gotten the new battery. I ended up doing neither. But I still have it somewhere, so I technically still own one, lol.)

Definite NO:

Own a guitar pick from an artist.

Front row at a concert.

Have a tattoo to honor a band or artist.

Travelled to another country to see an artist or band. ( *** Although I did travel to another state, which would be the distance to another country in some parts of the world.)

*** Kissed a rockstar - No. Not a star. Kissed a guy who played rock and roll? Yes. Kissed a guy who rocks? Yes.

2 bingos. But only because I got a free square, lol.

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OF COURSE THIS IS THE POST I CAN ACTUALLY SEE IN THE DBH TAG. OF COURSE

Why are Marakas’ lips so hard to draw from the side???

[rahuratna]

This Fearless Shadow (Part 1)

Content: Kusakabe x Reader, fantasy AU, romance, mystery

CW: eventual sexual themes, violence (and liberties taken with Kusakabe's simple domain)

This fic is a gift for the amazingly talented @jjk-eugie, loosely based on the film Bajirao Mastani.

The plains were forgiving at this time of year. Brush birds startled from the steady tramp of their horses through the undergrowth, the whirr of gossamer-winged yellow flies loud on the still air. Atsuya adjusted the small aniseed lozenge he kept in his mouth, rolling it over his tongue. The numbing effect of the sweet kept his senses controllable on slow days like this, days when patrolling meant trying very hard not to seek out trouble.

He liked days like these.

At his side, Miwa was turning the map over and over in her hands, squinting in the midday sun. She was still learning to read the lie of the land, rather unsuccessfully. The plains were redolent of sameness, of wide swathes of scrubland that stretched unbroken to the far horizons.

The crumple of paper was beginning to disturb Atsuya’s peaceful contemplation, and he turned a long-suffering glance her way.

“Are you still trying?”

“But Captain, I can’t find the landmarks on here. Like here, look.”

She nudged her horse closer to his, shoving the map over his folded arms. He grumbled slightly, something Miwa had learned to ignore somewhere along the line of their relationship as mentor and disciple. Insistently, she pushed until his gaze dropped to where she pointed.

“See? There’s that pillar of stone. That’s marked right here. And then there’s that ridge to the north west. But that’s not here. It’s quite large. Surely it should be marked, right?”

“Are you sure you’re looking in the right place?”

“I am! I swear!”

He sighed.

“All right. It’s not on the map. What do you want me to do about it?”

“Let’s go check out that ridge. Just to make sure everything’s okay. You know I’m being evaluated next week. Please!”

She had a point. As much as Atsuya didn’t push himself or his students to take unnecessary risks in the field, he knew that Miwa’s squad was due to have their performance assessed soon. To make a mark, you had to have some form of accomplishment, something that set you apart from the others. Granted, investigating a mysterious ridge that didn’t show up on your map was not exactly sterling militia material, but he’d humour her.

Grunting slightly, he swung his horse in the indicated direction, choosing to ignore the way she beamed in triumph. The aniseed sweet was dissolving bit by bit. Soon, his senses would be creeping out across the plains, sliding into every crevice, hyperalert to all forms of movement and sound even if he didn’t respond to their prompting.

Atsuya’s sorcery skill was not specialized, like many of his high-ranking compatriots. He had, however, mastered his simple domain, providing complete awareness and control over a certain area in his immediate surroundings, the circumference of which had increased slowly over years of hard training. The constant leap and pull of his senses was sometimes like holding an aggressive dog on a thin leash, something the dulling effect of the aniseed helped with.

Up ahead, the flat plains began to slope upward to the escarpment in the north, where the Hirai Satyic mountain range loomed like a series of silent sentinels over the land, the mountain pass forming a winding stair to the cliff fortresses and plateau city state of the Maraka.

Atsuya and Miwa were patrolling the very northern borders of their state’s territory, something that served as a mere formality, considering that the Maraka had been their allies since time immemorial.   

“Avoid that grass over there.”

Miwa cocked her head. “Where the red flowers are?”

“That’s pitted severn. Those aren’t actually flowers. They’re seed pods that give of some kind of milky substance. Attracts vipers. They build their nests near it.”

She shuddered and directed her steed carefully, giving the grass a wide berth. The dry wind came whistling across the plain and Atsuya caught the edge of something that gave him pause, causing him to hold up one hand and stall Miwa.

“Captain?”

“Hold position.”

The seriousness in his tone caused her to sit up straight in the saddle, eyes traveling from his outstretched hand to the direction of his gaze. She knew better than to interrupt, smoothing one hand over her horse’s neck, keeping the animal still, steady. Atsuya closed his eyes, allowing his domain the length of leash, skipping out over the ripple of the land, the soft hush of the air. It bounded, free and unfettered, towards the ridge Miwa had spotted earlier.

And there it corralled, circled, settled, bringing to him the clash of steel, the cries of the wounded, the scent of blood. Without waiting to inform his student of his intentions, Atsuya spurred his horse, the steady canter building to a hard gallop. Miwa followed him, without question, as always. Her own ears, trained as they were, did not pick up the sounds of battle until they were closer to the ridge.

Astuya’s eyes narrowed, one hand shifting to the katana he wore at all times sheathed at his hip. Trouble this close to their border with the Maraka, without the presence of any of their own men, could only mean one thing. As they rounded the higher end of the ridge, the source of the commotion came into view, confirming his suspicions. Miwa gasped, her own hand sliding down to grasp her weapon.

“Those are Hiracine invaders! What are they – “

Her shout was lost on the wind as he sped up, the heaving flanks of his chestnut filly swelling and dipping beneath him. At a glance, it was clear what had happened. The Maraka were outnumbered, ten to one, blood streaking through dust on the copper of their skin, chainmail-clad forms distinct against the red earth of the slope leading up to the peak of the ridge. They were holding their ground valiantly, forming a shield wall against the onslaught of their opponents. Their Hiracine counterparts wore light leather armour, unmarked, similar to that of Atsuya and Miwa. Their domed helmets were a giveaway, though, as were the tattoos that twisted and writhed against their skin.

As the two riders approached, Atsuya made out one of the Hiracine at the back of the column break away from the combat, slipping behind some of his comrades as he readied something in his hands. Atsuya unsheathed his sword as Miwa’s call sounded right behind him.

“That doesn’t look good!”

Focus came easily to him.

The hound unleashed, silent in thirst for prey, the reach of his simple domain spread unnoticed across the heaving mass of soldiers. They were all suddenly within his awareness –

the scrape of this man’s boot, the scream of this woman as she falls to the quick thrust of a blade between the ribs, the weight of bodies pressing forward, the tautness of a bow being drawn, string firm against calloused fingers. Steel in flesh, leather on skin, sweat running in rivulets through caked dirt -  

The sensations of the battle come flooding over him, and he slows down, dismounting in a smooth motion. Miwa is right behind him, her katana gripped firmly, but with fluidity, an extension of her arm, as he’d taught her. As he moves forward, an embodiment of weaponised intent, someone sees him.

He can feel it, in the heaviness of their gaze, pinpointing him across the ridge. It is one of the Maraka, a soldier deep in the defensive wall of their ranks. His mind brushes over her –

single tight braid, deft fingers, mouth whispering words to the wind, the fall of wide sleeves, almond eyes and –

Something erupts from the earth in front of him, enough to cause Miwa to pause and gasp. The corner of Atsuya’s mouth, however, curves slightly in recognition.

The Maraka have an Illusionist with them.

The first time you see him, you mistake him for some kind of reinforcement for the band of Hiracine that has attacked your patrol. He, and the girl with him, wear similar clothing after all. Then, they draw closer, and you recognise the curved katanas, the light leather overcoats, the signature gloves, the smooth stride of their well-trained horses and, of course, the way cursed energy pours from them in controlled waves, so natural compared to the stuttering fountains and sinuous weaving that other nations have mastered.

They are Sengir, the people of the archipelago, your allies.

For many ages, your countryfolk, the Maraka, have manned the cliff fortresses and plateau that lead to the lands beyond, a vigilant sentry at the gate. The bonds between Sengir and Maraka are hard won, born of many years of trust, trade, fellowship and the ability to leave each other well alone. You have defended their interests, and they, yours.

All the same, you have never seen many Sengir venture this far out, apart from single traders, ambassadors and the occasional cursory patrol. Those you’ve seen were mostly from a polite distance, exchanging greetings over the rolling grass of the plains.

And yet, here they are, coming to the rescue of your patrol. As martial-minded as your people are, the man who approaches wears the insignia of a Captain. You’re fully aware that it may take just one highly trained Sengir, such as a man of his rank, to turn the tide of the battle, as they have in the past. As such, you immediately turn your attention to aiding him launch an attack from the rear.

You are, after all, in the unique position to do so as your squad’s Illusionist.

You breathe life into your fingers, and from there, into the air, into the ground. Your cursed energy is a cloud that spins visions across the battlefield, not quite strong enough to fool the eyes of a very experienced warrior, but enough to create distraction, havoc and temporary confusion amongst the enemy. This is your role, and you play it with skill from the central ring of protection formed by your band of compatriots.

As you’ve planned, a great tangle of leaves and thorny branches erupts from the ground behind the Hiracine, causing an outcry. You’re pouring all of your energy into this single concentrated twist in the fabric of reality, because that is the way your power can be utilized, essentially. You cannot bend or break reality, but you can manipulate others' perception of it.

One of the Hiracine, presumably their leader, is screaming at his soldiers to ignore the wall of vegetation. He has seen through it, and it hasn’t taken him long at all. Which is why you read the momentary flicker of confusion and unease in his eyes so clearly when someone bursts through the thicket, leaping high, sunlight catching the curved blade grasped in their hands. The other Hiracine are caught within that uncertain space of time, those few seconds where they heard the command to ignore the illusion, but feel the immediacy of the danger that approaches them anyway.

Too late.

He is upon them, a razor-edged shadow, dealing swift death wherever his blade falls. You are barely able to see him move, and you suck in a breath as your illusory energy leaps and stretches itself thin to keep up with his fatal dance. Somehow, he seems to sense what you are trying to do. Something changes in his movements, and now he is swinging his katana with less speed, but more force, driving back the attacks of the Hiracine with measured focus.

He is working in tandem with the warp of your energy, wrapping himself in it, wearing it as naturally as his long brown coat. His subordinate follows closely in his wake, and it is testament to how well she understands her role as she weaves skilfully around his attacks, dealing rapid strikes that are not as fast as his are, but effective all the same.

There is something breathtaking about him; about the grace and single-minded purpose with which he steadily carves his way forward. He is close enough now that you can see the muted brown of his hair, the sharp jut of his jaw, the straight line of his brows as he assumes that terrifying air of complete fixation on each of his opponents. The Hiracine put up a valiant resistance, but most of this particular band aren’t much of a match for a Sengir Captain they were not prepared to meet on this mission of theirs.

And then, a shift in the balance of the fight.

The soldiers around you have sent up a ragged cheer, now realising the nature of the help that has arrived. Behind you, Hemadri notches an arrow, muttering as he calls up its imbued state. The missile curves up into the air, its trajectory bringing it down with a soft hiss among the Hiracine behind the attacking Sengir swordsman.

After a beat, some of them appear as if walking through mud, hands waving as their legs slowly weaken and give way. Such was the power of Maraka weapons, when invoked by an expert. Hemadri glances across at you and nods, his white beard stark against his dust-clouded skin. Then, his eyes widen.  

The tattoos the Hiaracine bear on their skin are not just for show. The soldier who’d been preparing an attack right before the Sengir arrived has now stumbled away from the noxious, undetectable vapours of Hemadri’s arrow. He is making his way up the slope towards the front line of your band, staggering.    

Alarm closes a tight hand around your throat.

Something is going to happen, and you are powerless to stop it, even as you watch it occur. You scream a wordless warning to the soldiers in the front line, your illusion snapping into non-existence at the break in your concentration. The stumbling Hiracine soldier raises his hands skyward, as if calling down the heavens, and something bright and small falls into existence from the tattooed palms of his hands.

Suddenly, the swordsman surges forward. The altercation is close enough that you can now hear the ragged breathing of the Hiracine man, feel the tension in the shoulders of the chainmail-clad shield-warden standing in front of you. The Sengir Captain yells at your men to get back, somehow managing to position himself in front of them. He raises his blade in what looks like a defensive posture, hands braced against the singing metal.

The impact of that single, small burst of light from the Hiracine blasts everyone backward with stunning force. Sound and sight temporarily desert you, and you lie still on the ground for a minute, ears ringing, head pounding with noise. You raise yourself slightly, aware of the fact that you can still move your limbs. A good thing indeed. Your thoughts immediately turn, with some panic, to the swordsman. He had received the brunt of the blast, after all.

Coughing and struggling to sit upright, your eyes widen as you take in the solitary standing form of the Sengir Captain, sword still held firm against the attack. From this angle, you cannot see his whole face, but his brown coat is scorched and marked, his blade smoking fiercely where he’d deflected the explosion. His broad shoulders are heaving, face contorted with extreme concentration. You have the sudden and impactful impression of something not unlike one of your shield-wardens, an immense desire to protect and serve.

He turns, and in that moment, his gaze meets yours. Your stomach performs an odd swoop as he stares in silence, chest still labouring, craggy features settling into something more characteristic to his natural expression; one of straightforward curiosity.

There is something else, too. A recognition that comes from two people who have combined their cursed energy, the intertwined thrum of your essence in tandem with theirs. And then, his knees give out and he drops to an unsteady crouch, hands shaking slightly.

The buzzing quiet that has descended over the battlefield is shattered by the cry of the man’s subordinate. She is on her elbows and knees a short distance off, eyes fixed with terror on her Captain, her bright blue hair in smudged disarray. Eyes following the panicked line of her pointing finger, you see him.

The leader of the Hiracine band, the one who’d warned against your illusions.

The tattoos on his back and neck are swarming, his eyes manic, the whites visible even from where you lie on the ground. He staggers forward, arms reaching out towards the swordsman. You slap your hand on the ground, summoning a concealing cloud around the Sengir Captain, but you know, even as you perform the action, that it won’t be enough. The Hiracine leader would see through it in a minute, as he had before.

Your body is barely obeying your command as you rise, swaying. You are barely conscious of your actions, moving on pure instinct as you launch yourself towards the attack taking place right before you. The Captain’s eyes are widening as you move past him, hands coming up with your short daggers in your grasp. You plunge them into the Hiracine leader’s chest just as he releases a burst of dark energy, piercing through your right shoulder.

You are aware, on some level, of the cry that tears from your throat, the sensation of deep, burning cold that lances through your flesh. The man impaled on your blades gurgles and the shadows that pour from his tattoo twist, drawing agony from your wound that has your world darkening on the edges once again. And then, something is wrenching him away from you, severing the excruciating ties between your body and his.

The hands that cradle your quivering form are strong, roughened, so gentle. Their warmth seeps into your bones, a stark contrast to the frigid cursed energy of the Hiracine leader and you have never felt so –

The world flickers, and someone is calling to you.

They are too far away.

[naisaspalace]

Vedic Astrology 101 p2

Basic explanation of the houses, rulership and signification and how to read the chart (or interpret it on a basic level).

Introduction:

after explaining a little of the signs and the planets now i will attempt to introduce the houses, the rulerships and their respective significators.

i will bring the nakshatras in the next part.

click here for part one, if you wish to read it :).

The chart:

The Vedic / sideral chart has a different form of layout and from now on we will have two "designs", one is the northern form (the left side) and the southern form (the right side)

The Northern format uses triangles, the kendras (1,4,7,10) are in the middle. the difference is that the houses are fixed but not the sign

and on the southern side, the chart houses are not fixed but the signs are fixed. (picture below).

there is no "right" chart format to choose from, you can use which one is easier for you to understand, I myself use the northern chart and I will be using them for further explanations if I find them necessary but on a solid basic level, those are the charts formats.

and you can see the chart, as a circle if you wish, by using other websites like astro or astroseek which showcase the charts using a circle format independent of the system you choose to use.

The houses

classifications:

The Kendras (or Quadrants): Houses I, 4, 7 and I 0. These are highly significant houses. The Panapharas (or Successant Houses): Houses 2, 5, 8 and II. The Apoklimas (or Cadent Houses): Houses 3, 6, 9 and 12. The Trikonas (or Trines): Houses I, 5 and 9. These are highly auspicious and, along with the Kendras, determine the health, wealth, status, dignity, rise and virtue of a native. The lagna, being both a kendra and a trikona, is the most significant of all houses. The Upachayas: Houses 3, 6, 10 and II. These houses indicate struggle, competition and material achievement. The Trika Houses: Houses 6, 8 and 12. These are considered bad houses (Duhsthanas). They indicate debt, disease, loss and misery. The Ayu-sthanas (or houses of longevity) : Houses 8 and 3 (8th from the 8th). They indicate the length of life and, therefore, also the death. The Maraka-sthanas (or killer houses): Houses 2 and 7. The two halves of a horoscope: (a) Houses I to 7 indicate the invisible half and houses 7 to I indicate the visible half of the horoscope. (b) Houses 10 to 4 indicate the eastern half and houses 4 to 10 indicate the western half of the horoscope.

first house or the lagna (ascendant).

represents your body's health and appearance, character, and strength (psychical).

ruled by mars ,house of, aries, sun is the significator of the first house as it also signifies the self and the house where the sun exalts.

the second: money earned and material goods as well as the face appearance and the voice and throat.

ruled by venus, house of taurus, jupiter is the significator because is related to accumulated wealth, financial assets and speech.

the third: nervous system, siblings, short trips, communication style

ruled by mercury, house of gemini, mars is the significator because the third house is related to courage and mental ability.

the fourth: mother, emotions, family, home, origins, heredity, and ancestry.

ruled by the moon, house of cancer, moon is the significator

the fifth: love matters, pleasure, leisure, children, ego, artistic skills and intelligence.

ruled by the sun, house of leo, Jupiter again because the fifth house is related to children, education, intelligence, entertainment, cinema and drama.

the sixth: everyday life, daily work and colleagues, co-workers,health, and house of open enemies.

ruled by mercury, house of virgo, significator of the 6th House are Mars and Saturn because the sixth house is related to diseases, enemies & litigations.

the seventh: unions, marriage, other people, associations, and contracts.

ruled by venus, house of libra, venus is the significator.

the eighth: debts and crises, transformations, death, financial investments, and sexuality.

ruled by mars, house of scorpio, is Saturn because the eight house is related to longevity, joint assets of husband and wife, inlaws and their family, death and rebirth, fall and rise, occult sciences, dark knowledge, hidden things and secret affairs.

the ninth: travels, abstract and higher concepts, spirituality, and foreign matters.

ruled by jupiter, house of Sagittarius, the significators are Sun and Jupiter because the ninth house is related to long distance travels, higher education, gurus and luck in life.

the tenth: social success, professional destiny, karma, and reputation.

ruled by saturn, house of capricorn, the significator is Jupiter because the eleventh house is related to gains, profits from all sources, professional networks, friends and family wealth.

the eleventh: friends, social networks, ongs, earned gains.

ruled by saturn, house of aquarius, the significators are and the twelfth: enemies, difficulties, solitude, hidden ordeals, secrets, dissolution, subconscious, spirit guides and imagination.

ruled by jupiter, house of pisces, the significators are Saturn and Jupiter because the 12th house is related to jails, hospitals, asylums, spirituality, spiritual donations, foreign lands, imagination and the subconscious mind.

obs1: the lord of the lagna is called the lagnesh

obs2: rahu and ketu rule no house, but that depends on the author/teacher because rahu co-rules aquarius so he to some people also rules the 11th, and the same for ketu who co-rules scorpio (8th).

The end (please read)

just like the first part this was short as well, because this website has a character limiter but, i hoped i explained well enough and helped someone to understand the basics of the houses better.

for the next parts i will tell about the nakshatras and will bring charts to teach how to read on a basic level. thank you for reading <3

readings are open. click here for contact info. and please leave feedback and suggestions of posts if you desire too.

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HAIIIII HOLIIIII HOSRTIA YIA aka eta UN JAMES SUNDERLAND MARAKA ☆☆

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The snake

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Pairing: Buggy x female mermaid reader

Word count: 1500

Warnings: mostly none, character death

Note: Work has become so intense all I do is come back home and sleep through the week even though I really want to sit back to write a chapter 😔

I've got four or so chapters left which will be up every Sunday!

I might continue to write one shots and flash backs from within this AU once the story is done, cause I can't let go of buggy yet 🥹

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You fiddled with the ring on your finger as you walked down the corridor towards the archives. Hassan wasn’t there and your questions lingering in your mind didn’t leave you alone either. You were certain that the date of the coronation would have been given to you first. Hassan had promised. You clasped your hands together in an attempt to see through the plot that was at work here. Trying your best to work through this conundrum, all your clues and evidences scattered across the table without leading you anywhere.

With Eleanor always by Helge’s side, you eased. He would not be in danger from more threats while he had company too. The burden had been lifted off from your shoulders to care for him, he could now find what he was looking for with the woman who was vehement in keeping him safe. But with the engagement announcement and Theodora twisting the ring on your finger into a political element, it made the hairs on your arms to rise. Neither you nor Helge was free from this web of lies.

Buggy’s most vulnerable declaration of love now had turned into a piece in a puzzle. The man who rarely gave away a part of himself was now weaved into the tapestry of this mess. So you protected the aquamarine jewel on your finger more than anything, because you were carrying his heart. You knew the arduous journey of having to earn it, you weren’t going to drop it now.

But with the oceans having chosen him as their worthy king, he too had a stake in the game one he could chose to play or not. He had wanted to meet with his crew urgently since the events of this morning and though you trusted him, there was a voice that said he could still be ardent about the one piece. That what you had to offer was still not quite as worthy of what he was looking for.

All the preparations were well underway, the people of Maraka were thrilled to finally have a true Nerrocean on the throne and so soon. But you didn’t feel all too different. All you knew was to follow your heart and that wasn’t the best when dealing with the rules of court. It hadn't quite helped you solve this mystery either. You were no where close to finding the truth behind Helge's father's death, the instigator behind the revolt that led to the death of your parents and the one who was after your life now.

But a part of you though, it was ready. To stop running, to stand in the shoes of your parents who had left behind a legacy, a calling that felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be. It was time that had ripped you apart and now had sewn you back together giving everything you had craved for, even though you had to hide under enclaves and not give away your smile the moment your pirate captain walked into the room masquerading as a joker.

It was all right in front of you, almost at your finger tips and yet it was still fragile. The adrenaline in your body never settling, making you stay alert that in turn it left you feeling fatigued. You couldn’t focus on the tasks at hand, just when you thought you were a step ahead, it was revealed that you were in fact three steps behind this hidden enemy. Who was working behind the scenes, wrapping their gnarly tentacles around your feet like a kraken that had awoken from its sleep.

You touched your forehead and your finger singed your skin. Your flaming hands just as volatile as your thoughts. You hid your hand in your sleeves as you headed towards the royal mage.

Otis was from the Banyan family line, he was still quite young having only been a young man when your parents had passed. He didn’t have much to do since then, with the royal line being put on pause till your return. He continued to live alone, exiled in one of the towers. But even with you back, he had never once ventured to visit you.

Now with your ability beginning to lose control ever so often, you had no one else left to ask for help but him. So as you stood looking up at the stairway that led to his quarters, you sighed. It was a long way up. You looked back down the passage you had come from, your heart and mind worried about Hassan’s sudden disappearance. It was in his nature to be away when he was researching something. Maybe he was alright. Maybe he had found something.

The overwhelming desire to protect everyone you knew pulsed through your veins and your fingers burned again and when you looked down at your skirt, burn marks had scorched the fabric.

You had no time to lose, if you couldn't trust yourself to help the ones you loved, you had to pull yourself together till you were capable enough to do so. So you picked up the edge of your skirt and started up the stairs.

The door loomed ahead of you, the dark wood looking like it had aged with time but there was light escaping through the cracks. Atleast that confirmed someone was here. You reached to knock but the doors opened on its own making a gust of cold wind sweep over you.

“Come in quickly before I decide to close the door on you.”, you heard a voice as you entered into a chaos filled space. Flying books, moving furniture, bubbling potions and a baby dragon fluttering around in excitement. But there was no one else here.

You stood still, taking in the environment around you, the warm light and the carpeted floor, but you could feel the presence of another being around you.

“You look dreadful.”, the voice said and it sounded rather close as though he stood near to inspect you. You dabbed your forehead to prevent sweat from trickling down your face.

“You never came to see me.”, you huffed a breath getting straight to the point as you looked around you trying to focus on where you had heard him.

Instead he laughed and it swirled around you.

“I was there when they brought you in.”, he said as though he had to go out of his way and that it had taken up a lot of his time.

“And you didn’t bother to stick around?”, you asked feeling rather irritated, one for his sense of nonchalance and the other for having climbed up ten storeys worth of stairs for nothing.

“You weren’t ready, I would have been wasting my time.”, he spoke but you could see him. His calm attitude began to get under your skin.

"Not like you’ve got much going on.", you mumbled at the solitude that rested in this place even amidst the chaos.

"I’ve always got a lot going on.", he bit back as though you wouldn't understand his dealings if he explained them to you. You heard the clinking of glasses, pages being turned, the little dragon cooing but a part from that, the mage was silent. You tapped your foot impatiently.

"You know what, I’m wasting my time.", you raised your hands up not bothering to know where he even stood.

"I should not have come up here.", you shrugged your shoulders as you turned towards the door. Anger began to bubble, worry deepening it's clutches on you as your mind wandered back to Hassan and Buggy and everyone else.

You felt your skin prickle when could feel your fingertips anymore, turning to look at your hands, you gasped. Blue flames had engulfed your skin from your wrist onwards. It's wasn't just a burn anymore, it danced over your fingers in full form, as though it held the ocean's rage and it's beauty.

But your pulled away from being mesmerized when you heard a loud thud of a staff ramming into the floors behind you and the doors in front of you rattling in the quake. When you turned, Otis stood in front of you with a wide smile on his face.

He looked like he could use a month of sleep. His curly brown hair extending in all directions not combed back, his beard well groomed and his green eyes rimmed with a lush set of eyelashes. He wore a mage's vest but his shirt collar held a distinct gold corner with the royal crest that distinguished his rank.

“The thing about mages is that we can only reveal ourselves when you’re ready.”, he leaned on his staff as he spoke to you.

“and I am now?”, you questioned shaking your hands which reverted them back to how they were.

"You are and I am honoured to serve you.", he bowed his head.

"Tell me, how can I be of assistance?", he asked extending his hand towards his table.

"I want to control the outbursts.", you replied as you moved towards him as he hummed in response list in thought.

"Your father had the same difficulty.", he tapped a finger on his forehead as though he remembered.

"Can I get it under control before the coronation?", you asked to which he shook his head.

"Gaining control over your ability isn't as simple, even more so if you have the mark of the sea.", He said as he turned to you.

"Show me your hands.", he said as he held his hands out with his palms facing up, you placed your hands it in his.

"You ability links your emotions with the strength of you mind, the more in sync, the more stronger.", he spoke as you began to feel his hands turn warm.

"Think of someone you love.", he instructed and it was easy. Buggy's smiling portrait emerged in your mind's eye and soon your skin began to flicker, threads of blue dancing around yours when you felt the burn. Otis held onto your hand even as it grew hotter. You couldn't think of anything else and the more your heart began to fill up in the love you had for him, the brighter your flames began to burn. And as you suppressed your cry that bubbled in the base of your throat, you saw a swirl of white light emerge on your skin, just like the brand Buggy had on his chest.

You looked at Otis but he looked serene, the heat not once hurting him as he focused on your hand instead and when the heat settled, your hand cooled turning normal but the brand stayed. He pulled up your palm closer to inspect it.

"You’re the first legend come to life.", he said, his voice turning giddy for second.

"You thrum with a magic that is ancient, like the sea is within you.", he held your hands in his gently.

"I feel it now", he stated as he closed his eyes.

"Do you?", Otis asked to which you closed your eyes and a moment later, you felt it.

The sound of the sea, the movement of the waves, the thunder, the rolling clouds, the storm and the calm. The surge of power in your veins, leaving you feeling refreshed and electric, you felt your lips stretch in a smile as you held onto the edge of the table, shocked at your capability.

"He should have a brand similar to yours", Otis stated, to which your gaze shifted to him.

"Who?", you asked nervously.

"Your pirate.", he smiled at you.

"I know everything.", he stated holding his head higher as though he could hear through the whispers in the castle. You assessed him, no one knew Buggy had the mark too. You knew Otis was powerful, if he was set apart to teach and guide the royals themselves. If he had wanted to kill you, you would have been dead already.

"He does.", you admitted to him as you took a seat.

Otis noded feeling pleased as he took a seat too.

"It’s never happened before.", he pushed back his curls from his forehead as he looked at you.

"What hasn’t?", you furrowed your brows in curiosity.

"The fulfillment of Meluminera and Tenebris's love story. The love between moonlight and the dark sky manifesting into reality. Giving you the power to control the sea and the weather.", he elaborated.

It began to make sense why you were a target. Once you were on the throne, you strength would only continue to grow.

"But he’s not the one you’re marrying are you?", he questioned based on the invitation that was on his table.

"I thought you knew everything." you remarked with a smile.

"Indulge me some gossip will you.", he rolled his eyes as he sat back into the cushions.

"The mercourt has decided to play a dangerous game.", you sighed not knowing where to start but it seemed like he understood without your explanation.

"They always do.", he pursed his lips, a haunting look passing over his features as he zoned out.

"Whatever you do, choose the one with the mark.", he advised, his eyes locking with yours.

"Cause if you don’t, the sea will take him back.", he said not wanting to elaborate further. But it gripped you, the truth behind his statement. If you vowed yourself to Helge, even as part of an act, it would kill Buggy.

"Now what else can I help you with?", Otis asked clasping his hands together trying to shift the mood.

"You said you know everything, how?", you asked in an attempt to ask about Hassan's disappearance.

Otis snapped his fingers dramatically and huge water droplets began to float around you both displaying everything that was happening this instant. You saw Buggy walking back to the castle. Helge and Eleanor standing together on a balcony, their fingers almost touching. Staff running around preparing the throne room. You skimmed through the rest as it marvelled you, the amount of information you could gather just from being in one place. But one droplet in particular caught your eye.

It was Hassan, resting on his cane as he clutched his chest with the other hand, as he rested up to thump on your door with fading strength.

You felt time stop, blood rushing to your head as panic surged. You looked towards the door in desperation, that no matter how fast you moved it would still be late. But Otis placed a hand on you shoulder as though he knew what to do. He spoke words in an ancient languages and the space in front of your ripped open to hold a portal. You squeezed his hand as a gesture to say thanks before you ran through the void. You felt your stomach churn as the darkness enveloped you and your feet felt the solid ground beneath them, you were an arms length away from Hassan to catch him as he fell.

He face contorted in pain as sweat dripped down his forehead, his eyes disorienting which he fought to place his focus on you. You held him as he heaved his breath, feeling helpless as he placed a shaking hand on your cheek. His eyes began to tear up while yours trickled down your face.

"Guards.", you yelled down the hallway in the hopes that someone would come.

But before you could call for them again, Hassan said your name to quieten you.

"I don't have much time left.", he held onto your hands as he placed a torn page in it.

"The snake.", he mustered his strength to speak.

"The snake is here.", he whispered as his eyes fluttered to a close.

He exhaled and slumped, his body weight pinning you down making it impossible for you to move.

"Guards.", you yelled again as you weeped, the paper in your hands fluttering down to the ground next to you when you head began to hurt.

The pain took over as you placed your hands on the carpet, your heart crumpling as you screamed, blasts of blue scorching it's way through the floor and up the walls.

The sound of guards marching up towards you, Hassan's still and cold hand resting next to yours as though he was asleep when the blue flame turned red as it burned. But nothing could console you, as your cry echoed down the walls.

You looked at the half scorched paper now by your side. On it a picture of a tattoo revealing the head of a snake. You took it as you wiped your tears, the only concrete proof towards who your enemy was. You snuck in into the corner of your sleeve as the guards approached you.

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