#sacrificial venue

[abybweisse]

I've seen people say that the reason Understand revived r!Ciel is because he doesn't want to lose any more Phantomhives (he even says this in the manga if I remember correctly). Then why wasn't he there to prevent the cult from sacrificing the twins?

Why was Undertaker late?

Because he failed to get there in time.

Since he was keeping tabs on Sebastian and our earl, he managed to get to Kelvin's Manor in time to see it (the manor and rebuilt sacrificial venue) burn. And no one was stopping him from traveling by carriage with real Ciel along for the event... though I can tell that John Brown on the other cliff was watching him and real Ciel.

Whether Undertaker was traveling to the original sacrificial venue alone (using reaper traveling abilities) or by carriage (or some other slow method), someone or something likely created obstacles for him. If no one was in his way, then it was simply harder for him to figure out where to go and when back then.

It makes a huge difference when you are already tailing someone and have a bunch of leads. Originally, he might not have had much information to go on.

[venusaddolorato]

𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖇

7.09 × 9.65 inches

Technique: Pointillism

Materials: Ink and stylus pen on paper

April 2024

art by me (𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖚𝖘 𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔)

I was mainly inspired by Francisco Zurbarán's painting, Agnus Dei. However, the process and creation of this piece were inspired by Ptolemaea by @mothercain , aiming to convey that same darkness and brutality I feel when listening to this song.

"He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth."

𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔞𝔥 53:7

[chihirolovebot]

phys: this barbie is self-sacrificial

realness except it has layers . and thats beautiful

[zarameraki]

♡₊˚⚜️・₊✧ 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮'𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱'𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♡₊˚⚜️・₊✧

: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 mdni 𖥔 sukuna is a mafia kingpin 𖥔 teasing grumpy x sunshine 𖥔 pregnancy trope 𖥔 he'll burn the world for you 𖥔 "my wife" 𖥔 he's a great dad 𖥔 mentions of miscarriage 𖥔 mentions of physical and sexual assault 𖥔 mention of parental death 𖥔 major fluff 𖥔 sexual content 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 nsfw 𖥔 he loves eating you out 𖥔 anal play (yup.) 𖥔 last warning: mdni!

: ̗̀➛ words: 6.0k

: ̗̀➛ notes: no bc i love you all so much. it's insane how much you guys have supported my toji fanfic & and my nanami fanfic. i'll def be writing a part two to both of those masterpieces (yes i have self-confidence). as someone who's always imagined sukuna as a mafia leader, i decided to say fuck it and write it. please leave a comment, like, and reblog! thank you & ily. enjoy! (p.s. pregnancy trope>>>)

You never thought you'd be married to Sukuna Ryomen, let alone carrying his kid again. Yet, four years deep into this forced marital mess, thanks to your father owing a hefty debt to the kingpin of the underworld crime syndicate, here you were.

“Look at you, Mrs. Ryomen, radiant as ever!” chirped one of your husband’s associate's wives. You had studied a name list last night, but it all escaped your memory after you passed out from sheer exhaustion.

Sukuna wasn’t keeping a hawk's eye on you like he used to when you first stepped into the public eye. Gone were the days of his glares if you messed up a name. Never once had he laid a finger on you at home, despite your assumption that forgetfulness would earn you a beating.

“Thank you." You forced a smile at the woman, your patience waning as the mayor's birthday party stretched on. It was almost the end of the night, and your feet were protesting from traipsing around in flats. All you craved at that moment was your bed, pronto.

The woman and her husband attempted to capture Sukuna's lukewarm attention through political discussions and expressing gratitude for the illegal artillery shipments from your husband's syndicate. They made no effort to acknowledge your existence by his side.

Your hand rested on your belly, a mere eight months into your pregnancy—a new personal record. The first time you conceived, Sukuna demanded an heir, and you willingly agreed, knowing that the child would provide some distraction in the expansive estate that felt like a cage. Unfortunately, at the two-month mark, you experienced a miscarriage.

Feeling Sukuna's knuckles lightly tapping your back, you straightened your posture momentarily, only to slouch again almost instantly. It was futile. The discomfort of your swollen and cramped belly made it nearly impossible to maintain a poised demeanor in the midst of the party.

Disobeying Sukuna meant facing inevitable death, a fact well understood in his dangerous domain, and you had never dared to challenge that.

"Let's go," Sukuna said, cutting through the incessant chatter of the couple. He didn't grasp your hand, only your fragile wrist, a gesture you didn't mind. Yours was not a typical love; he, Sukuna Ryomen, a most feared monster in the criminal underworld, and you, a sacrificial lamb, a trophy collected three years ago, a means to his heir.

"I'm sorry," you whispered as you exited the venue, heading towards the limousine surrounded by fifteen armed guards under Sukuna's command. "I'm so sorry—"

"Get in the car." He held the door open for you, signaling his guards to disperse and take their positions in the Jeeps parked behind.

Silencing yourself, you cautiously settled into the back seat, and Sukuna joined you, slamming the door with force. His anger was discernible, and the memory of that night, losing your second unborn child to a kidnapping, plagued your dreams. You were uncertain if the nightmares were about Sukuna's wrath upon finding you or the horrors his enemies inflicted on you during your 48-hour captivity.

Sukuna noticed your struggle with the seatbelt and contorted his body toward you. Your fingers released their grip on the belt, allowing him to pull it taut and secure it snugly around your midsection. Click. He withdrew, distancing himself from your face that had been mere inches away.

“Tedious fucking party, anyway,” Sukuna grumbled, his left ankle casually perched on his right kneecap. He always adopted a specific posture, his elbow leaning against something, cheek resting on his knuckles, and his narrow eyes a rich brown that could almost pass for a deep shade of red. He exuded an unrelenting air of intimidation.

"I agree," you unintentionally voiced your thoughts, earning a sidelong glance from him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

His attention barely lingered on you as the car roared to life. You breathed a sigh of relief, stretching out your legs and leaning your head back against the seat's shoulder. Your palm absentmindedly traced circles on your belly. Goosebumps peppered your skin from the frigidness in the car, stirring an involuntary shudder.

"Turn on the heater," Sukuna ordered the driver in his smooth, languid baritone.

"Yes, sir."

As warmth gradually surrounded the backseat, you hummed a small "Thank you" and closed your eyes, enjoying a few moments of peace.

Disorientation clouded your senses, and you dispelled it by rubbing your eyes and using your knuckles to prop yourself against the headboard. A couple of contractions ripped through your gut, causing you to groan and hiss through gritted teeth.

The enormous room was devoid of Sukuna, its black silk sheets hinting at the luxury covering you. The fireplace casted a warm glow, and a soft, dim golden light spilled from the lamp onto the floor.

In the first year of your marriage and pregnancy, your bedroom was located three doors away. You were tended to by on-site nurses and doctors, surrounded by an entourage of maids for company. Days were spent aimlessly wandering the estate, occasionally crossing paths with one of Sukuna's mistresses, their curious smirks evident as they exited his room.

The second year brought a subtle shift. You still slept alone, but now there was a surprising addition of joining Sukuna for dinner. Positioned diagonally from him, an air of restrained silence hung above your head. Yet, between the utensils clattering and quiet chewing, Sukuna's glances toward you and your five-month-old belly revealed your anticipation for the impending arrival of your child.

One of your maids had been instructed to lure you into a private conversation in the back garden, and before you could react, a group of men clad in black drugged you and forcibly removed you from the cage, which in that cruel moment felt like a sanctuary.

Most details of the monstrosities forced upon you in that warehouse have been compressed by your mind—the merciless physical and sexual assault endured for hours. They callously bragged that raping Sukuna's Ryomen's wife was a personal victory, cackling like bloodthirsty hyenas as you bled from your legs. In the thick of your suffering, you lost your second child in a pool of your own sweat and feces.

When Sukuna discovered you, when he annihilated every man along with their bloodlines, you were left as a mere shell of a woman, practically lifeless. You've existed as a walking corpse for quite some time now. Following that dreadful night, you attempted every conceivable means to end your own life—drowning, leaping out of windows, creating a makeshift noose from bed sheets and tying them around balcony railings, teetering on the edge—but every attempt proved useless. Sukuna consistently interfered at the last minute, sweeping in and enveloping you in his arms as you wept until unconsciousness claimed you for days.

Therapy provided some relief, as did the medications. Sukuna heightened security measures tenfold, keeping only those workers who served during his father and grandfather's reigns. He moved your belongings into his bedroom, sleeping by your side with a gun beneath his pillow. There were times when you would doze off in the library while reading, only to wake up in his room.

Two years seemed like an eternity in the slow process of healing, both physically and mentally, from the torment that had befallen you. Stepping into the garden was a reminder of the progress you had made, yet the hope that blossomed in your womb now filled you with a different kind of fear.

You needed your baby. Even if it meant risking your own life during childbirth. The only thing that mattered was the precious life you carried within you, and as long as your baby took that first breath, you'd welcome death with open arms.

Sukuna's bedroom door creaked open, revealing his presence.

Mink-colored tendrils of hair obscured his eyes, disheveled from their usual spiked stance. The stark white of his dress shirt was marred by the unmistakable stains of someone else's blood, and a gun dangled casually from his grasp. In the subdued lighting, his facial markings, inked tattoos designed to mask the scars of his tormented childhood, appeared more ominous than ever.

Without acknowledging your ogling, he briskly entered his bathroom.

You slipped back under the covers, pulling the comforter up to your chin, soothing the sharp twinges in your belly. The rhythmic sounds of his shower served as a background melody. Sukuna took an eternity to freshen up, nearly two hours passing before the door finally creaked open. You had kept a close eye on it, lost in your own world and trying to ignore the persistent contractions. No complaints, though – you were at the eight-month mark, and this baby was determined to make its entrance into the world.

Draped in a sleek black silk robe, Sukuna strolled toward his side of the bed, his eyes locking onto yours. "Why are you still awake?" He tilted his head as if studying an unfamiliar creature. He always regarded you with a curious interest, unearthing some new revelations about you.

"Cramps," you whispered in the dimness, even though the first rays of morning sun began to seep through the curtains.

Sukuna strolled to his side of the bed, lifting the comforter to settle down. "Do you take any medication for it?"

You shook your head. "I don't want to take any risks."

"So you're just going to endure the night with a migraine?"

Your husband seemed oblivious to the concept of cramps. He hadn't bothered to educate himself about your pregnancy or even familiarize himself with basic menstrual cycle terminology. You hesitated to bring attention to his title and position, but he was, after all, born from a woman.

How could he not know?

"Answer me," Sukuna demanded, fixing you with a cold, indifferent gaze. How could two simple words carry such a heavy, intimidating weight? Your entire body shuddered, and you swore you felt your child kick in response to his attitude, causing you to clench your teeth.

"Cramps . . . are something women experience during their period and pregnancy. They're sharp, unpredictable pains in your gut and back," you explained, finding a position that eased the cramps and calmed your baby. "It's worse when you're pregnant—like someone attached a taser to your body without a switch to turn it off."

Sukuna's brow furrowed, and he seemed pissed off as if he held a vendetta against cramps. "Will it have any consequence on the baby?"

You were really trying to be patient. “The baby is the reason why.” 

He ran his hands wearily down his face, casting a stern gaze at the ceiling, his breath quickening. "Is there any way to relieve the pain? Besides medication?"

“Well,” you said slowly, “when I first started menstruating, my mother used to place a warm rubber bottle on my stomach.” The recollection of nights spent groaning, tossing, and turning with your hand clutching your stomach brought a smile. After her passing in high school, you found yourself managing the household, dealing with your drug-addicted father, and taking care of yourself all on your own.

"Come here."

Startled, you shifted your focus to your husband, who raised the comforter like a makeshift tent with one arm. "You don't have to—"

"Come here."

With caution, you edged closer, lying flat and holding your breath. Sukuna propped himself up on one elbow, resting his temple on his knuckles while adjusting the blanket up to your neck. His left hand glided up your sweater and settled on your swollen belly.

An immediate sense of relaxation cocooned you, your eyes closing as warmth radiated from his palm onto your skin. The sensation passed through to your child, who quit kicking within seconds, seemingly recognizing their father's touch. It dawned on you that Sukuna hadn't touched you since you conceived, and you hadn't realized the volume of your misery and longing until this moment.

"Feeling better?"

"Mm-hmm." You nestled your face close to his neck. All you managed to whisper, your voice tinged with brokenness, was, "Please, don't let go."

Sukuna responded only with silence.

You'd woken up screaming bloody-mary.

The security team and maids hurried into the bedroom, their eyes widening at the sight of blood staining your clothes and darkening the black sheets. In a swift response, the doctor and her team of nurses rushed in while Uraume, Sukuna's trusted aide, calmly called for your husband from a corner of the room.

In the heat of your excruciating screams, five nurses attempted to guide your breathing and encourage you to follow a pattern. Guards carefully lifted you into a sitting position, and Uraume decisively cleared the room of all men. The doctor swiftly removed your sweatpants and panties, covering your lower region with a sheet, and instructing you to push.

Your body felt numb, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and a black vignette closing in on your vision. Your head swayed left and right, on the verge of dropping if not for Uraume's unwavering support. Despite the intensity of your grip, they held steady, their only reaction being a stream of muttered curses amid the chaotic scene.

"I can't—Uraume—"

"You will, Mrs. Sukuna. You have come this far. Giving up now is not an option."

"I don't want to die," you whispered akin to a prayer.

"You won't," they softly replied. "He won't allow it."

Uraume, a silent figure from the past, now stood by your side, offering support and encouragement. The connection with them had been minimal, limited to the formalities of a marital contract signing. They had simply muttered, “He’s not half as evil as they say,” to you before packing up the papers and leaving you in the room with Sukuna.

The room buzzed with affirmations, reassuring you that they could see the baby's head and urging you to push with each breath.

The sound of the baby's cries stirred you awake.

You snapped to attention at the sweet, reassuring sound, realizing that your baby was close to arrival—alive and ready to face the world. Following two heartbreaking miscarriages and the pain endured as Sukuna's wife, the bearer of his lost children, you were finally on the cusp of welcoming motherhood.

"Two more pushes!" The doctor's voice cut through the air.

"AGH!" A guttural growl escaped your throat as you grappled with the harsh sensations. Your body trembled, and waves of fiery discomfort overflowed through your core as you exerted yourself to bring your baby into the world.

"Come on," Uraume whispered. "You can do this, Mrs. Ryomen."

You let out a powerful cry and strained with effort, bringing forth new life. The baby and you were crying at the exact wavelength, competing against who could be louder. The nurses and attendants, familiar faces from your previous pregnancies, clasped their hands in prayer for a safe delivery. Tears of relief streamed down your face as you pushed for your own well-being.

"Blanket!" the doctor urgently called out, prompting a nurse to rush over with a soft cream blanket. "Push!"

With a final, determined push, the weight lifted suddenly.

The slippery sensation of delivering the child and the immediate release of pressure left you slumping against Uraume's shoulder. As they laid you down, the doctor directed the staff to tend to you while the baby's cries filled the air.

The doctor approached through your hazy sight and gently laid your newborn on your chest. Overwhelmed with emotion, you showered your baby with kisses, tears of joy streaming down your face. Your little one was here. They were finally here.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Ryomen," the doctor announced as the cries of your newborn gradually faded into the background. "It's a girl."

You drifted into unconsciousness.

The soft cadence of Sukuna's voice filtered through the foggy boundaries of sleep, causing you to slowly come back to life.

“Why is this brat refusing to sleep?” you heard your husband grumbling.

With a laborious effort, you rubbed your eyes, summoning the strength to lift your head from the comfort of the pillow. The scene unfolded before you—Sukuna, the most feared criminal, pacing at the foot of his bed, cradling your crying newborn daughter in his arms, unsure of how to handle his little foe.

"What do you want? Food? You don’t have any teeth yet, little miscreant."

"Sukuna . . ." you whispered, a gentle plea for attention.

Your husband's gaze snapped in your direction, relief washing over his features as he realized you were conscious. "Thank fuck." Moving swiftly, he approached and took a seat at the edge of the bed.

His brown-reddish eyes lingered on the delicate scene unfolding before him—the intertwining of your index finger with your daughter's tiny, rattling fist. A calming magic seemed to stem from your touch, instantly soothing the cries to soft sniffles.

"Already playing favorites, I see," he remarked with a teasing tone, a wry smile on his lips.

"I have to feed her." Your voice was hoarse from the relentless screaming during the delivery. A series of deadly wheezes followed when you coughed, frightening your baby once more. Her cries started again, blending with the impatient curses of her father.

He gently placed her in the cradle, his strength used to prop you up against the headboard. The room carried the scent of coconut soap, your body freshly washed, the sheets beneath you brand-new. You were also dressed in a new set of panties and a nursing bra.

"Are you sure you have enough nutrients in your body to feed her?" Sukuna asked, holding your baby girl as you unclipped the front left cup. Rather than wasting your breath on a response, you focused on helping your daughter latch onto your nipple.

You winced once she caught it, then melted back as she started drinking. “I’m fine,” you finally answered. “Body . . . hurts.”

"No shit. You pushed an eight pound baby out of you." Despite the crude sarcasm in his tone, Sukuna tenderly caressed his knuckles over his daughter's cheek.

"Did you want . . . a girl?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, adjusting your baby onto your lap. "I assumed you'd prefer a boy as an heir."

"I'm not my father," he declared, putting an end to the conversation. "She's got your eyes."

Your daughter gazed up at you with a curiosity remarkably similar to yours. You smiled down at her, grateful she had made it. Grateful that Sukuna wasn't throwing a tantrum over the gender of your child but instead cupping the top of his baby girl's head and brushing his thumb across her forehead.

“You got a name for her?” Sukuna asked.

“Yes, but we can brainstorm if you don’t—”

“You carried the child, you birthed her, you will name her. Whatever it is, I agree.”

Something dead stirred inside your chest. Swallowing hard, you shared the chosen name, "Nobara."

He nodded in approval, and as he pronounced her name, Nobara responded with a wailing cry. "Her tantrums will be the fucking death of me." Sukuna took her into his arms again.

"Support the back of her head and rub her back. She needs to be burped," you advised.

He grunted but followed your instructions. Moments later, a tiny burp from Nobara made you chuckle, earning a slight eye roll and a hint of a smile from him.

"I'll take the next few weeks off to help you recover from the aftermath and the stitches," he announced, rising and walking towards his work desk, where he settled into a large leather chair, cradling your newborn.

You nodded appreciatively, easing yourself down.

"Oh, before I forget," Sukuna mentioned as you settled into bed, "I've arranged a new doctor for you."

“Did you fire the last one?”

“I fired at her, yes.”

Your eyes widened. "What? Why would you—? What?"

He shrugged, cradling the back of your newborn's head. "She suggested an additional stitch for you. Said it would make things 'tighter' down there for me."

Your face flushed. “So . . . you killed her?”

"Yes," he confirmed, his gaze fixed on you with those penetrating eyes, "I don't need a mere doctor questioning whether I'd still enjoy having sex with my wife after she gave birth to our child."

“But . . . you have mistresses. Don’t you?”

He lifted a brow. “I had mistresses up until . . . ”

Up until the kidnapping.

Sukuna never spoke of the crime after he’d saved you. Instead, he expressed his commitment through actions: sleeping beside you, teaching you how to handle a handgun, keeping a protective arm around your waist at social gatherings. Occasionally, you swore you felt him run his fingers through your hair as you slept.

"I wouldn't mind if you did," you admitted, a voice inside contradicting your words. "Given what my body has been through, I would find myself repulsive for pleasure, too. I understand if you feel disgusted."

Sukuna halted the gentle strokes on your daughter's back and straightened up. "What the fuck did you just say?"

An icy shiver ran through you, momentarily numbing the pain. "I-I just assumed—"

"You know, you make a lot of assumptions about me, wife. It gets under my fucking skin that you'd ever believe I could raise a hand on you. Day and night, every hour and minute, even now, in your presence, my mind is consumed with ways to kill the fear that's taken root in you.” He was infuriated yet vulnerable, with Nobara sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. “Everyone I’ve ever met has done nothing but fear me like I’m a curse on their soul, and while I’m flattered of the monster they’ve painted me out to be, I refuse to let my wife and daughter see me in that light. Do I make myself clear?"

You . . . nodded. 

“And for your information, I had mistresses up until I married you.”

You took in a sharp breath, processing the confession. "But those women—"

"Spies," he clarified, his voice low and steady. "They operate undercover in my clubs, keeping an eye out for potential threats. I haven't fucked anyone since the day I put that ring on your finger." He offered a small, almost imperceptible apology to your baby for cursing.

"Oh."

All you ever heard were twisted stories about the Sukuna Ryomen, a young man who, against all odds, slaughtered his own father to ascend the throne of the underworld criminal realm. Whispers spoke of a chilling childhood, where a mother's desperate attempt to suffocate her son in his sleep. The scars etched into his skin, concealed beneath a tapestry of dark markings, bore witness to the brutal initiation rites inflicted by vengeful uncles. In his domain, everyone prayed to see him buried six feet under.

Which is why you felt sympathy for your husband. He was lonely. Too lonely. Despite all the riches and influence surrounding him, he was stuck in a fortress where danger lurked around every corner. He had no friends, no one he could truly confide in—except perhaps Uraume. Opening up about his emotions wasn't in his nature. He kept the tough exterior, convinced that being a monster, a curse, was the only path to earning respect and recognition.

But just now, when had cut himself open in front of you and bled a human color, he was Sukuna. Your husband. The one who just became a father. A man wrapped in a comfortable robe with his hair combed down and his skin clean of dirt and blood as he held his daughter, as he gazed at you like you two were the only people meant fighting for in his treacherous world.

Sukuna noticed your silence, tuned in to your steady breaths, and lowered his lashes. "You'll ask me to touch you. Not just for the sake of having another child but for your own pleasure. If I'm not around and you need me, you will call, and I'll rush home. If this little brat gives you any trouble, I'll handle it. Hell, maybe I'll let her in on a bit of the family business for a head start."

"No," you murmured, absorbing everything he'd just said. "Not now. I want her to enjoy a proper childhood."

"Is that a demand?" Sukuna tilted his head slightly, another method of asserting authority. Yet, after all he'd shared about dropping everything for you, about making love to you, the fear in you started to dissolve bit by bit.

"Yes," you affirmed. "It's a demand."

A small smirk played on Sukuna's lips as he rose from his spot, circled the bed, and settled down beside you, with Nobara resting peacefully on his chest. Summoning all your strength, you turned to run your fingers over your baby's soft cheek and tiny, parted lips.

“She sleeps like you, Mr. Ryomen.”

“Sukuna,” he corrected, his arm covering his eyes as he breathed with a slightly open mouth. “My wife will call me Sukuna.”

Teasingly, you asked, “Is that a demand, Sukuna?”

His arm shifted low, and his reddish-brown eyes softened, stealing your breath. “Only from my wife and daughter.”

You smiled, closing your eyes. “Goodnight, Sukuna.”

In response, he wrapped his strong arm around you, pulling you close to his side, his two girls snuggled against his body.

In the beginning, you knew you didn't belong in the hell Sukuna ruled. Your father's mistakes, pilfering drug shipments and peddling them locally, had sealed both his fate and yours. With thoughts of fleeing the disgrace your father brought upon your family, you had started packing, desperate to escape the clutches of your old man.

The following night, Sukuna and his henchmen barged into your cramped apartment, wreaking havoc on every piece of furniture. Rocking in the corner of your room, Sukuna casted his shadow over you like the God of Death, bathed in your father’s blood.

Crouching down to your eye level, he tipped your chin up, leaving a splotch of blood. He used the collar of your sweater to wipe it away. In a hushed confession, you revealed the hidden drugs under the sink and floorboards, along with your father's buyer list folded in the cereal boxes. Sukuna grinned and ordered his underlings to retrieve the concealed items. Then, the chilling question hung in the air: "Are you going to kill me, too?"

"I'm tempted," Sukuna replied, "but not to kill you." His gaze fixated on your left hand, and he raised it, studying your ring finger. "You will pay for your father's crimes with your life." He held your hand in front of your face. "You will take my last name." His smirk widened, revealing perfect teeth. "Isn't that the cruelest form of death, love?"

Unconsciousness claimed you then, but after seven years of marriage, enduring unimaginable hardships, and finally welcoming a baby into the world, your answer was clear. The true torment wasn't caused by the man you once perceived as a monster but rather by his enemies.

"How am I supposed to know if Mr. Munchkin wants more tea? He's a fucking stuffed toy. Can't talk, you know?"

"Sukuna," you warned, perched on the armrest while busy crocheting baby socks for your little one on the way.

Nobara, wielding a rubber, squeaky hammer, stood up from her seat, giving her father a bonk on the head each time he let out a curse. And you often heard the squeak of the hammer around the house.

Nobara's tiara was slightly askew, frustration evident in her curled lips and bared teeth. She was growing increasingly irritated with her father's lack of understanding about the rules of her tea party. "Mr. Munchkin wants tea, Papa. Give him tea! Give him tea! Give him—"

"Fine, I surrender. Here, you little bastard. Take the whole fu—damn pot." He shoved the plastic teapot towards Mr. Munchkin, a well-loved cat stuffed toy you had gifted Nobara on her last birthday. "Happy?"

"Cup," she insisted, pointing at the tea cup in front of Mr. Munchkin.

Sukuna sighed and poured the water from the kettle into the pink plastic cup.

"Me too," Nobara added, settling back in her kiddie chair. Sukuna had barely taken his seat before she had him on the floor. "Hurry!"

"May I pour for the other toys first, Your Highness?"

"Not toys. Friends."

Sukuna shot you a helpless glare, eliciting a chuckle from you. He filled the table with tea, and Nobara, holding her small cup, clinked it with her father's, followed by her collection of stuffed animals. Sukuna reluctantly mimicked the gesture. Instead of sipping the tea, he downed it like a shot.

“Papa!”

“Sukuna, come on.”

There wasn’t any winning with his girls.

Sukuna reluctantly poured himself another cup, sipping it with an air of royalty that mirrored a princess. Despite his resistance to the make-believe tea party, you couldn't ignore the genuine affection he showed toward his daughter. He would nod attentively when one of the stuffed animals "spoke," laughed along with Nobara, and even beautified himself with a glittering tiara, a feathered pink scarf, and deep purple-painted nails.

Sukuna was, without a doubt, a fantastic father. It came as no surprise that Nobara's first word was 'Brat.'

That night, you kissed your daughter goodnight and tucked her into her bed. Sukuna joked that he’d spent every last bit of his wealth decorating the brat’s room, filling it with the latest toys, and stacking her closet with whatever clothes she laid her finger or eyes on. She was truly the princess of her father’s heart.

"She's asleep," you informed him.

"I'll give her a kiss in a minute. Just need to finish this," Sukuna replied, pouring over his documents.

Letting out a sigh, you shuffled over, rolled back his chair, and settled onto his lap. He continued reading as you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your cheek on his shoulder, peering at him through your lashes.

"I want you," you murmured.

Sukuna paused, lowering his gaze to meet your cheeky smile. "Later."

"It's late."

"I have to finish—" He halted as you began kissing his neck, moving up to his jaw and cheeks, tracing the contours of his face tattoos.

"Please, Sukuna," you whispered near his ear.

How could he refuse you anything when you appeared so stunning, radiating with the joy of expecting another child in your four-month-old belly?

“Take off your robe and get on the bed. Spread your legs for me.” He gave your ass a little smack as you happily skipped away, shedding your clothes and clearing the bed to settle in. With a grin, you opened your legs, propping yourself up on your elbows.

Sukuna stood up from his seat, loosening his robe as he did. He sighed, watching the moisture forming between your legs. Pregnancy seemed to heighten your lusts, and Sukuna was always ready to fulfill your needs.

“What pretty, wet cunt,” he whispered softly, leaning in to kiss your chest, trailing down to your stomach, your hips, your calling clit. 

Over the years, you realized Sukuna enjoyed pleasuring you more than the opposite. He feasted on you like a starved man, whether it happened in the back of the limo, in a guest room during a party, or just minutes before a crucial meeting in his office. He insisted it was his way of relaxing, often pleading with you to spend a full hour on his face as he ate you out and drank every drop of your release. It had turned into a daily routine for him. And for you.

“Oh, Sukuna, yes, yes. Right there—ah!” Your back arched off the mattress when his tongue drove into your hole, flicking and exploring your clamping walls. His mouth was latched to your pussy, sucking it in, his cheeks hollowing rapidly. Your fingers tightened in his hair, hips voluntarily grating against his face, his sharp nose rubbing over your swollen clit. 

Sukuna drew back as you came down with a muted cry behind your hand and lapped at the flow of your juices pouring out of you. His lips shone as he leaned over and gently kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself from his tongue. “If I don’t fuck you now, I will die.” 

“Hurry, then.” 

Sukuna pushed himself inside you, and that first wave of pleasure hit you so strongly that you sank your nails in his back and cried out heavenwards. He groaned and grunted, thrusts growing speed, his plump balls smacking against your ass. You loved that he fucked harder, faster, driving you to the brink of ruination. 

After you'd healed from Nobara's birth, he would always make sure to get at least ten orgasms from you. From midnight to early morning, he'd fuck you in every possible position. But his favorite was always missionary, where he could have his eyes on you, writhing and whimpering beneath him, telling him it’s too much, he's too thick, all while using your heels to draw him in even closer.

Sukuna curled his arm around your waist and sat you up on his lap, thrusting up into you as you coiled yourself around his neck. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Your cunt was made for me, love. Your cunt was fucking made for me.” His hand threaded to the back of your head, grasping your hair and drawing your face back so you were looking him in the eyes without wavering, without bowing your head. He needed to know you didn’t fear him when he fucked you like this. It was an unspoken check-in, and when you smiled drunkenly, only then did he let you return to embracing him. 

“Are you close?” you whispered. 

“Not yet. I want to come in your ass.” 

You shivered despite how scalding and sweaty your bodies were. “Do it.” 

“Yeah?” 

You nodded. “Please.” 

Sukuna dragged you off his cock so you could get on all-fours, raising your ass up for him. He’s only ever been in your sacred spot a handful of times but never finished himself inside it. It appeared that tonight you were both a little extra spellbound.

Mounting himself behind you, Sukuna unfurled your ass and spit on his fingers, stroking the puckered hole. He gathered the creamy liquid dripping out of your pussy to lubricate the spot. His middle finger stretched you out, followed by his ring fingers, pushing in and out until he knew for sure you were prepared for him. 

Sukuna’s steel-hard cock pushed into your tiny hole. The sight of it expanding to swallow his girthy size almost made him come right there and then. He started to move in sluggish movement, grabbing onto your waist. His hips cruised, brushing against your ass, making you impatient and push yourself back. 

“Understood.” He chuckled and dug his nails into your skin, dragging out to the tip and shoving himself inside. Your face pressed into your pillows, crying and trembling as he abused your asshole non-stop. “You’re taking me so well, my love. Oh, fuck, fuck.” He rutted into you like a beast, claiming your body, rubbing your clit from the front, spanking your ass, brandishing you over and over again. 

You both snapped in unison. 

Sukuna sagged over your spine as he bucked in every last bit of his sloppy seed. His lips kissed your shoulder blades, holding you up by one arm. Gently, he pulled out, his cock growing floppy until you flipped onto your back, hair sticking to your sweaty, flushed face, belly slightly swollen, your tits larger in size, his release mingled with yours seeping out from your holes. 

“Fuck, I love you,” he whispered, cupping your face like he didn’t just fuck your soul out of you. That smirk you’d come to love appeared on his lips. You reciprocated back, stretching out your arms so he could lean down and kiss you sweetly on the lips and cheeks and toss in a praise or two for what a good girl you were as he slid into you again, slower and more intimate with his game. “I fucking love you, Y/N.” 

You smiled against his lips that continuously whispered the three beautiful words and said, “I love you, too, Sukuna,” before sealing it with a long, lasting kiss.

[harmoonix]

Birds of a feather🦢

~ Random Astrology Observations ~

~If my soul would be a song. This would definitely be the one. 😭💘~ I am obsessed

🪷 Pisces in your big 3 (Sun, Moon, Rising) may dream a lot about their partners or future/potential partners

🦢 Moon aspecting Venus can make the native so sacrificial in their relationships especially on the emotional part of a relationship

💘 Moon - Ascendant aspects, their sensible nature can be attractive to others, you just want to protect them and keep them safe

✨️ Not many people know this but Leo Placements are so caring in their relationships, even if they don't give that vibe

🕯 Pluto - Venus aspects can become obsessed to their partners, falling for them every chance they get

🔥 A fire Venus in the chart can love so deep that their love is exactly like an arrow striking the heart, is so unexpected but so lovely in the same time

💚 Earth Moons and Venus are the most comforting when they're together with their partners! They partners can be their safe space

💆‍♀️ Air Moons may share a common love language with their partners, especially if it involves communication

💬 Sometimes, it is hard to tell how deeply in love Scorpio Venus is. This Venus placement can be so deep even for Venus herself

🙊 Gemini Moons/Mercury/Venus may share a lot of jokes together with their partners. Their partners make them laugh a lot

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I want you to stay

Til I'm in the grave

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💯 Pisces Venus can give you the moon from the sky when they are deeply in love/they attach extremely fast (Yall know how much obsessed I am with Pisces Venus🙂‍↕️)

🫶🏼 Venus - Jupiter aspects are so 'You're my happy place' coded. Jupiter intensifies Venus love for that specific person

💖 If you plan to have a wedding and you have Cancer or Libra Venus/Moon, the honeymoon can be a beautiful experience in your life

🦭 Part of fortune in the 7th house can symbolize 'Fated Love' so much. Is such a 'to die for placement

🦋 Capricorn Placements can also attach fast to the people they love. Even if often they are seen as cold people, their love is something truly something else

🏵 Saturn in the 7th house natives can indicate not having as many relationships as others, low body count too, sometimes can even indicate the native falling in love for the first time

👻 Venus in the 10th house or 11th house can become more known for dating certain people, or become more famous because of their relationship

😹 Most times, mercury in the 5th and 7th house like to talk about their experiences with love to other people can share the same love life stories with others

💖 Venus in the 2nd house or Taurus may spoil or be spoiled by their partners, it can also be their love language to do it so

❤️‍🩹 Chiron in the 5th or 7th house can learn a lot from other people experience with love. Can stand up to help others with their romantic lives

🤍 Sometimes your 7th house sign can also tell you the season you can fall in love, for example Cancer Risings can fall in love more in winter due to their 7th house being a winter sign (Capricorn) and so many more!!

🫡 I feel like 7th house in air signs people just need a partner who can understand them deeply, to understand their needs and desires

🤖 Venus in Aquarius/11th house can fall in love on internet/dating sites. There are so many possibilities. To be honest, dating online is slowly fading away

👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 A strong Saturn/Uranus can be often found in people who are attracted to the same gender! There are charts out there who can give a lot of lgbt vibes btw!!

👸 Leo Venus/Mercury/5th, 7th or 8th house treat their partners with such good love/attention and care, like some royalty

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💌 Jupiter in the 5th house can be often found in charts of people who can marry/date people from their childhood 'we know since kindergarten or school' vibes

💣 If your partner has a fire Mars, they will often give you mixed signals during the talking stage, fire mars natives don't always know how to handle their emotions when they're in love

😗 I find north node in Libra/7th house to be such a cute placement, romantically talking, and writing this while I have Aries north node is a pain in the ass😃

🦩 Venus at 9° 21° or 9th house can travel a lot with their partners/couple - travelling a lottt! Some of them can even have blogs or media chanels where they can talk about that

🪼 Knowing the love language of someone with Scorpio Placements can be a win for life, they can love you forever for that

🦚 If your partner has Jupiter in Cancer, it can be an indicator of them having a big family and relatives

😊 Moon in the 9th house can be a good indicator of your partners family getting along with you! Good relations

😩 For some reason, I can't resist those with Pluto in the 1st/8th and 10th house natives. Something is so attractive about them

🤳 Sagittarius Moons can plan lots of trips/adventures together with their spouses/partners or even alone because they will always have that adventurous spirit

💗 Libra Rising will wait for the other person to do the first step in the relationship because if you didn't know this, Libra Risings stressed so much in their love life, so they will wait for the other to do something first

💥 Billie Eilish, who composed this song (Godess Behavior), has her Venus in the 10th house, indicating making her love life more public = writing songs about love and ending up successful

❤️‍🔥 Venus in Fire signs want a chill yet passionate love life. They're some fierce romantics, and they know it.

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I want you to see

How you look to me

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🤬 Mars or Aries in your 3rd house is a big indicator of not getting along with your siblings, arguing more than ever

🧗‍♂️ Venus, Sun or Moon in the 5th house can make you an addict in trying fun physical or creative activities

🧝‍♀️ Mercury rules over fantasy, mystical world, magic (to some extent), creativity is explored through your Mercury, and be proud of it

🫦 Sagittarius Placements are born with attitude, especially Rising/Mars/Venus, that person who always seems a bit more harsh

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But if it's forever, it's even better

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By Harmoonix 🤍, hope you have an amazing day 🤍🤍🤍

[cupidlovesastro]

𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

♡ cancer in big 6 people want to mother/ father you or want to be babied

♡ aquarius and capricorn venus’s are underrated. super sacrificial , and low key people pleasers for the people they love

♡ people with venus signs (taurus, libra) in big 6 put a lot of effort into looking good especially for dates & events

♡ sagittarius don’t get enough credit for how deep they love. it’s hard to tell because one of the ways that they show that they care is through arguing with you or getting mad at things you do, but they have big hearts

♡ pisces venus has a little bit of every love language, they mainly like physical touch and quality time, but they’re very grateful for any acts of love

♡ i love gemini venus’s !! they’re so cute, and i love the way they flirt. they like joking and being low key flirty and they love talking! one of the sweetest venus signs imo, and they’re down for almost anything since they’re a mutable sign

♡ capricorn suns are huuuuuge gift givers. they will spoil tf out of you

♡ earth mars aspecting a water venus could be very open about their love and admiration for you, but shy about their sexual side

♡ juno aspecting venus can make you someone who’s very marriage oriented, and cares a lot about finding the one

♡ juno in air sign need someone who can they talk about the most random things with

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

♡ lilith in 1st house can make the house person find you extremely attractive (especially if you present as feminine) and you give off dark feminine energy to them which could intimidate them in a good way

♡ chiron in 5th house is either going to heal one another from past relationships, or become unhealthy and cause harm to both of you

♡ moon in 5th house can make the house person find you really fun and want to spend a lot time together doing activities and they find you as good partner material. the moon person could find a lot of comfort in the house person and bring out their inner child

♡ sun, rising or venus in 8th house can make the house person perceive the planet person as a possession instead of as their lover or make them possessive and/or obsessive. the planet person could feel controlled and like they don’t have freedom

♡ venus in 4th house can make the house person see the venus person as someone they want to settle down with and have a family. the venus person could feel like the house person as a good mother/ father figure

𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

♡ virgo ascendant couples can be shy around each other and want to make moves on each other but feel worried about making one another uncomfortable and embarrassed

♡ water mars couples can be super touchy with each other and they’re the kind of couple to apologize fast after an argument

♡ 4th house stellium couples can create a family early in the relationship, or find each other to be great parents. they also might enjoy self care days together

♡ earth venus’s might be that couple that everyone’s finds kissing and making out in public, and if they don’t, they’re super touchy on the low😭

♡ gemini mercury couples loveee joking and talking about all kinds of different things. they may also gossip together 💀

♡ aquarius sun couples love playing video games together and might love doing activities with a group of friends

[schoenpepper]

Intro: You choose to wear...all of them?!

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, proofread by quillbot, a swear word or three, if you squint it's suggestive, google translated French

A/N: Wow reader, you're quite, er, assertive? It'll be a mess, but it'll be your mess, so I hope you like what you're getting into.

Masterlist

Huh? Are you sure? They'll clash, you know? The jewelry.

Stubborn little human.

You want to make sure that none of your friends are upset. So, instead of making a choice, you decide to make the choice and just wear all of them at the same time! So smart.

You don't feel too smart when everyone's eyes are on you at the ball. Their gazes hurt almost as much as their judging whispers, and you hear a few awful words about you scatter through the venue. You wish they'd understand that you just did it because you care about all your friends, and so you're willing to be the sacrificial lamb and be all their dates. At the same time.

No, I am actually about to throw up, but to be honest, I cannot imagine any other line of thinking in which this scenario would be reasonable.

Malleus is the first to come to you, curiosity in his eyes as he comments on your choice of accessories. "Child of Man, I was under the impression that wearing a gift to this occasion meant you were open to courting the sender." And his words send a shock through you so hard that your expression is downright horrified, your palms are sweaty and shaking, and you seem to feel the jewelry downright burning your skin. Did you just choose the harem ending?

"Oh, ma merveilleuse beauté! You look so wonderful tonight. I would be delighted to have you, even if it does mean sharing."

Oh. You did.

Congratulations?

Rook's words float in your mind, and you shake your head, red in the face. "No, senpai, I thought these were like friendship invitations! No one said anything about them being courting gifts!" Unfortunately for you, before you can act to fix this silly little mistake of yours, the rest of your seniors crowd around you like sharks smelling blood spilled in the water. There's a hand on your shoulder, and you feel a slight relief when you see that it's Trey. He's mature, he's reasonable, and he'll understand your original intentions—his hand slides down to the small of your back as he leans in closer to you. "Is that it, Y/N? I can't say I mind sharing either."

Holy mother of all things holy shit-

"I don't share." Leona growls lowly, meeting Malleus' gaze aggressively.

"Neither do I." Vil has a small frown on his gorgeous face, his arms crossed in displeasure. "But if you want the potato, as I do, you can learn to play nice."

"What is all this commotion about?" Maybe Riddle is your savior! You turn to him with newly rekindled hope that he can take you away from this grave you'd dug for yourself. "If Y/N has chosen all of us, then it is only correct that we begin by drawing up a schedule in which we can split their time equally amongst ourselves."

And your hope is dead once again.

14 boyfriends, huh? Good luck!

Try Again?

[loveemagicpeace]

Placements that make me feel safe❤️

🎧Taurus moon-with these people I feel like I can trust them without a second thought. I automatically trust them. Because I know that they will always be here and that their love is stable and lasting. I know they won't leave me. I feel emotionally safe with them. That I can trust them with my feelings .A lot of times with these placements I feel like they have a forever kind of energy. I love how they love physical touch and how they will always give love through actions, touches, etc.

💙Venus in Scorpio-their love is very deep and lasting. They will always feel deep empathy in everything they do for you. They know how to keep secrets. And they will always put you first. They have a very sacrificial energy. When they really love you, they will show their feelings in an open way. They will share all the secrets with you that they won't with others. They really have a nice approach to love, so you know you can feel safe.

🩷Cancer moon- these people have a lot of kindness and empathy in them. They have favorite people they like to spend time with and are there for them. They will always take care of the people they are close to and will not just leave you. They always understand me emotionally and I like how openly I can share my feelings with them. I feel like I can cry with them.

🩵Mars in Leo- They make me feel that when they choose you, you are the only one for them. They become obsessed with you and your energy. They will invest everything for you and you will be theirs even before they are yours. They have that ” you are mine” energy. I like how openly they show when they are jealous. They will fight for your love and will do everything to get you. I love how they will let down ego because of you. No one talks about it, but many times Leos will lose themselves in the love they will give for the person they love.

🦋People with whom I have 8th house synastry- I know that this house contains many secrets and intense emotions, transformations, many hidden things. But it is also a house with which you share dark periods of your life. You share the darkest emotions and feelings with others. The house encompasses the soul that you give for people and share with others. It's like" you did illegal things, strange things are happening, I don't know you just witnessed a murder" - things like that haha ​. And the first person you will share this with is the person you share 8th house with. You will find a deep trust with this person. Trust above all. Trust to death. Also I feel these people will always stay loyal to you. Like the loyalty you have with them it's actually undescribable. They will never betray your trust. And I love how private the relationship I can have with them. It's like me and them forever. It remind me of a song Him & I- G-eazy& Halsey.

🌊4th house synastry- because with these people I feel as if they have known me all my life. It's as if you've grown up together (most of the people you share this house with you can have a common childhood or met them at a young age). These people will make you feel that home is a safe place. I don't believe that the 4th house synastry has a bad influence (never), because it is a house that represents closer relationships and a sense of security and comfort. Cuz with who will you find more comfort with ,than someone you share this house with? also probably these people will know all about your childhood or you will share a lot of childhood with them or family stuff. I find out that with people you have 4th house synastry is like you will share a lot of things about your private life and your family that you will not share with anyone else but with them you will feel comfortable to share with.

🖤Saturn in 1st house- with these people, I have the feeling that they will never leave me alone, wherever we go, they will somehow always make sure that I am there and safe. They have a great responsibility for people. You can trust them with a lot and they will never betray you.

💘Virgo Rising- they have a feeling for the people around them, it seems to me that they will always want to serve / help everyone. In the sense that if you are close to them, they will do a lot for you and take care of you. They have a great sense of care. I feel like sometimes they think for me (did I take all the things, did I buy this, etc.) sometimes they are like parents in a good way. The criticism they give you will always be because they want to take care of you and help you.

🖤10th house synastry- with these people, I feel like they will always defend me in public. Take my side. I feel that they will protect me from others or people who are in public. Stand up for me and say things for me.

🎡5th house synastry- with these people I feel they will always want to show me off in public. This is my person and they will hug me in front of everyone and show everyone that I am the person who means a lot to them. I can feel that I can be with them who I am and have this child energy and they will not judge me for being childish. It's like forever young energy and I always keep this love alive with this people.

☁️Venus in Leo-they are very persistent in love and they will fight for your love and do a lot of things for you. You will be their priority all the time they will give all the joy to you. They know how to put you in the spotlight.

🫀Moon conj Pluto- because I feel these people will always be honest with emotions and also they will have deep way of loving & way of showing love but also they will have like this deepness they will only show the people they really love. And will never leave you & their emotions will be there forever only for you. But keep in mind they only choose a few people they really love in this deep way. There are so small of number of people they will love in this lifetime this much.

💋Venus trine Pluto- when they love you they will give everything for you. And sacrifice a lot for the love. They have deep deep approach to love and they love intense and with all their heart and their love will have the greatest impact on your life. Their love will change you & you will be the whole new person after this. Alsoo they are very hard to forget.

🤍Venus trine Saturn- I feel they have very stable approach to love and when they choose to love you they will love you endlessly and with responsibilities and they will take relationship very serious and also your love. They respect you and respect your love that you have for them. They will not go into relationship if they will not feel that they really want this.

-Rebekah🦋🌊🩵

[mr888sworld]

Venus through the zodiac signs Aries-Pisces! ♈︎-♓︎ how do you show love & affection? @mr888sworld

Venus in astrology rules over our love language, our style physically! & what we could be attracted to! It could rule over your physical beauty & appearance! It could rule our partnerships/situationships/relationships!

Aries Venus ♈︎

Quick to fall in love/quick to fall out of love as well 😂

Dominant in relationships/wont settle for anyone or anything!

Easily influenced by their emotions in love!

Your style could be bold & flamboyant! / strong bodies!

Doesn’t play about their partners!

Tall!/flirtatious!

Doesn’t linger on love for too long/overemotional over love

Courageous!

Could attract athletic partners/dominate partners

Drawn to red clothing

You are attracted to strong female energies/strong women/confident people/

Could attract partners who are hot-heads 😂

Ex. I knew this person who was an Aries Venus bruh! They couldn’t stay in a relationship! They was promiscuous bruh smh

Taurus Venus ♉︎

Extremely sensual & stable!

Extremely comfortable when it comes to love!

Attracts stable & financially independent lovers

Sensual appearance!

Soft look to them

Green is an excellent aesthetic for you.

Very stubborn in partnerships

Extremely possessive in love

Petite figure for the women/lanky figure for the men

Thrives in security & comfort

Could tend to splurge!

Could attract a partner who is obsessed over them/possessive

You tend to dress sensual/secure//stubble

Gemini Venus ♊︎

Quick to enter into a relationship/quick to become bored smh

Needs constant stimulation more than affection!

Easily influenced/provoked

Extremely smart! Witty!

Lanky body!

Could be bi-polar in love

Might swing both ways 😂

Attracted to intelligent/informed/individuals!

Could attract lovers who are multifaceted

Could be a cheater! Or could attract a cheater

You could dabble in everything for the way you dress! Attracted to yellow!

Youthful appearance!

Cancer Venus ♋︎

Extremely emotionally intelligent

Soft features/ the breast area might be significantly enhanced for the women.

Loves hard/ genuine

Extremely psychic

Your style could be extremely feminine/pink &. Light blue colors

Will be hung up over an ex

Prone to being emotionally manipulative

Lucky in love !

Could attract partners who are mommas boys or daddies girls

Usually y’all become a mom/dad figure to your friends/family/lovers

Petite build for the women/average height for men

Extremely emotional & soft!

Shouldn’t be played with emotionally

Leo Venus ♌︎

Extremely possessive

Extremely fiery & feisty

Loyal to a fault

Prone to cheating if they aren’t getting validation

Dresses to impress (looks good in orange /red/gold! Bold colors

Is not afraid to show their partners off!

Generous at times!

Could attract narcissists partners or partners who have a large ego!

Extremely fashionable

Very stunning ( looks as if the sun is shining on them )

Blunt and direct approach to love/friendship’s/partnerships

Knows what they want & won’t settle either

Prone to being involved in relationship drama

Could lie a lot

Craves attention! & a partner who isn’t afraid to show them off to the world!

Could be self-absorbed

Knows who they want and when they want it

Virgo Venus ♍︎

Hardest to love/give affection

Known for being picky in love/ but I believe we just know what we want in love.

Will build with you/cater to you

Has a very complex sense of style!

Refined attitude towards love

Looks really good in sophisticated outfits

Could attract nit-picky partners

Youthful appearance due to mercury

Craves stimulation & structure

Never really satisfied at times

Amazing bone structure

Craves routine

Interested in partners who remember the little details

Won’t settle for just anyone

Prioritizes cleanliness & discipline

Great detectives 🕵️

Won’t chase you/easily turned off

Libra Venus ♎︎

Easily influenced in love

Hopeless romantic / sacrificial with love

Could be a people pleaser at times

Comfortable with the idea of love

Jumps from relationship to relationship

Easily in love/could date for fun

Could be emotionally manipulative

Stunning ( heart shaped face/ proportional figure

Could attract needy partners

Prone to cheating due to the indecision

Dresses really aesthetic ( pink benefits you)

Valentine’s Day could be a favorite of yours

You Give love wholeheartedly

You attract partners who are involved in the justice system or people who fight for others

You attract attractive partners/others could be jealous of you for that

Be wary of indecisive partners

Drawn to beauty/self care/comfort/love

Could be naive at times

Scorpio Venus ♏︎

Feels misunderstood in love/yearns for a close soul bond / but to private to open up at times

Attracted to people who are interested in beyond the surface level topics

Will read you romantically

MOST LOYAL VENUS

Could get themselves into taboo territory

Prone to having psychic dreams about your partner

Most manipulative Venus placement😂

Has a dark aesthetic/looks good in black/bold colors

Usually gets their partners into astrology

Mistrustful in love/craves truth in love

Scared of being exposed at times

You attract very Plutonic energy! Taboo people/partners who need healing

Having this placement could mean you are extremely karmic

You are a healer/occultist/astrologist

Doesn’t play the games about your partner!!!!

Not easy to manipulate (will see through u)

Craves ALL OR NOTHING KIND OF LOVING!

Sagittarius Venus ♐︎

Very adventurous in terms of love/craves freedom & individuality.

Could swing both ways 😂

Prone to cheating if bored

Very philosophical in love

Attracted to intelligence/philosophy

Very lucky when it comes to their love life

Craves stimulation!

Does not like restrictions/ wants to travel with their partner

Hard to tie down

Attracted to international people(accents)

Your partner could be from a different part of the world/culture/religion

Could have a partner who teaches you

Brutally honest with the way you feel

You have a larger than life style! Red/purple fit you well. Drawn to being the life of the party

Your partner could be outgoing/extremely honest

You could be tall/large smile/ unforgettable laugh

Capricorn Venus ♑︎

Drawn to business oriented people/partners

Craves money!

You could go for older people

Extremely mature when it comes to love

Drawn to boss minded individuals

Refined sense of style

You attract partners who are older than you/more successful than you

Easily turned off

You have excellent bone structure when it comes to your appearance (tall figure)

Could attract a lot of sugar daddies/mommas

You could make $ directly through your partner or situationship

Drawn to being with the CEO or boss of the company

Could potentially be caught in a scandal with the manager

Could come access extremely karmic partners/exes/ due to Saturn being here

Will transform for the better after being with their lovers / Saturn

Love life might take longer to manifest due to Saturn/but it will be worth it

Extremely patient in love

Looks older/mature/put together

Aquarius Venus ♒︎

Attracted to weird/quirky individuals

Does not mind standing out

Freedom loving/craves stimulation

Prone to cheating or leaving if they aren’t being satisfied mentally

Very humble Venus placement

Attracted to individuals who better humanity & our world

Your style could be extremely eccentric & original

You need that mental understanding with your partner

Could date your friends ( 11th house)

Love life could take longer to manifest ( Saturn)

Rebellious towards restrictions in love

Tall figure/ you look different than most/ unique appearance

Drawn to intelligent/outside of the box individuals

Non-conformist

Could swing both ways 😂

Pisces Venus ♓︎

Craves spiritual partners/lovers who accept them for their faults

Usually you attract artistic lovers( singers, painters etc)

You are born with a creative talent yourself

You love the idea of love

Naive when it comes to your love life

Could be delusional at times surrounding love

Extremely psychic

Craves an intuitive connection with someone

Soft appearance/ the eyes are significant ( dough eyes)

You attract lovers who need healing in some way( you are karmic )

Sacrifices for love/ sensual lover

Loves hard/easily heartbroken

Usually confused with what they actually want

Prone to being a fantasist

Your style & aesthetic could be androgynous/spiritual/otherworldly.

Your lovers pets could love you!

Soft facial features /men & women

Most compassionate Venus placement

That’s all folks 💪🏿💪🏿💪🏿💪🏿

Follow me if you agree with my observations! Obviously I’m forever the student with astrology/spirituality in itself. Thanks for the follows I have been getting 💪🏿🧿

As always protect your energy gang. And stay safe out there 🧿

[moonlight1237]

Elder ᚠᚱᛖᛁᛃᚨ Younger ᚠᚱᛁᛁᛁᛅ

Freyja/Frøya (The Lady)

Epithets, Titles, and Kennings

Gullveig (gold-greed)

Vanadís (lady of the Vanir)

Gefn (giver)

Horn (flax)

Mardoll (root word Marr meaning sea. Sea bright)

Syr (sow)

Valfreyja (Lady of the Slain)

Lady of Fire

Heid (Völva from Voluspa)

Lady of the Disir

Prong (throng of the people?)

Skialf (This could be associated with a hall as most halls' names ended in this word, but also the name is associated with a wife who hung her husband a king)

Queen of Folkvangr

Chief of The Vanir

Queen of The Valkyrie

Possessor of The Fallen

Daughter of Njord (Dottur Njardur)

Sister of Frey (Syster Freys)

Wife of Od (Konu Od)

Mother of Hnoss (Modur Hnossar)

Processor of the fallen slain and of sessrumnir and tom-cats (eigandi vaffalls ok sessruimni ok fressa)

Of Brisingamen (Brisingamens)

Van-deity (Vana god)

Gondul ( a queen who makes two kings fight)

Astagud (deity of love)

Blotggdja (sacrificial goddess)

Of the Vanir’s consort (Brudr Vana)

Of Odr’s bedmate (bedvina Ods)

The god who’s weeping is beautiful

Ruling/Domain

Folkvangr is her realm and Sessrumnir is her hall.

(and is sometimes said to be where she takes her half of the dead but this is disputed)

Family

Njord is her father originally hailing from the Vanir but was exchanged as a hostage to the Æsir with his children (Freyr and Freyja). He is a god of ships and wind, commonly associated with wealth. Her mother is never mentioned but is speculated to be Skadi or Njords sister, an unnamed Vanir goddess, a final theory being Nerthus. A Germanic goddess from the time of Tacitus, during his accounting supposedly a goddess was worshiped all over Gaul. Her idol was brought around in a cart and kept in a sacred grove.

Her twin is Frey(r), and he rules over Alfheim. They make up a commonly seen idea of the worship and presence in mythology around the world of twin gods. Their names, which we commonly know translate to “Lord” (Freyr) and “Lady” (Freyja), are speculated to account for a fertility cult surrounding the Vanir possibly. During the Lokasenna, Loki accuses the two siblings of incest during his slander.

“Loki spake:

32. "Be silent, Freyja! | thou foulest witch,

And steeped full sore in sin;

In the arms of thy brother | the bright gods caught thee

When Freyja her wind set free." (The Poetic Edda, Translation by Henry Adam Bellows)

We have no other evidence to support this idea apart from the belief that the Vanir practiced incest in marriage and that Njord possibly was married to a sister at one point in time but still no evidence upholds these claims. Both Freyja and Freyr share a vast association with fertility and the land they also both are depicted to ride a boar and at a point, they each are mentioned riding a boar named “Gullinbursti” (“Golden-Bristles”).

She has 2 daughters Hnoss and Gersemi both of which translate to "treasure" though only mentioned in Christian sources and Gersemi is only mentioned once. In the Eddas, it says she has a husband named Oðr which is one of Odin's names, and gets into the Frigga and Freyja debate.

History

Getting into the debate on Freyja and Frigga it’s a tough battle between the texts, history, and linguistics. In the myths it’s very evident that they are separate goddesses with different personalities and attributes, Loki in the Lokasenna insults them both separately. From their names as we know them now Freyja only translates to “Lady” and Frigga means “to love” and we see that repetition across old Norse and Proto-Germanic with her name, we also see that Frigga's name is the closest associated to the word “Friday” with the days of the week transferring from the Romans to the germanic tribes we see how simply they took the names of the Romans gods and swapped them for associated Scandinavian gods, going from the romance language meaning “Venus day” to “Frigs day” as her germanic translations were so closely associated with love, which is another cross between her and Freyja, Frigga commonly is seen as a more domestic goddess and a wife, we see Freyja as this love goddess and in the text especially by Snorri Freyja is sexualized and made to be a promiscuous goddess, which could easily be that we are seeing what was once one goddess split into two versions or faucets of what they were before. One other confusing part for many people is Freyja’s husband Odr who is known to be the god Odinn. Freyja is also known heavily for her weeping when off searching for her husband, during Baldur's death Frigga's exaggerated focus is her weeping, which could easily be nothing important. But modernly the generally acceptable answer is that they are two different goddesses both important in their own right and status.

Frøya has a necklace she always wears. Its name is Brisgamen is a torc/necklace made by the dwarves and frøya supposedly spent a night with each of them who made it to get Brisingamen. In other myths Thor wears it dressed as Frøya during the fake wedding to Thrym the giant who stole Thor's hammer, then when Loki stole it and gave it to Odin. Odin made her start a war to get it back.

She also had a Boar named Hildisvini "Battle-swine" which she turned her husband oðr into and rode in one of the myths.

In the Grimnismal translation, it says "then" Odin picks not "and" giving the idea Freyja picks first but it's never mentioned otherwise. But modernly we accept that she does have the first pick. Gullveig is believed to be another name for frøya, she was a sorceress who predicted the Æsir, Vanir war and was burned alive 3 times by the Æsir each time coming back to life and was struck by spears and still didn't die.

She, like Odin, was known to use many different names throughout the myths and in her travels. She's the one who taught Odin and the other Æsir gods how to do Seidr magic. After the Æsir, Vanir war they exchanged hostages, and Frøya, Njordh, and Frey went to live with the Æsir in Asgard.

The Dís or Disir are referenced very often, always female, some called them female ancestors or fate goddesses which would include them in the Norns but they're also mentioned as Valkyrie in a sense as the Valkyrie were the Helpers of Odin and Freyja, they choose the who will fall and who lives during battles, etc. But most translations of the word Dís translated in Old Norse to "Lady", which is one of the same translations of Freyja, as Freyr and Freyja are "Lord" and "Lady". But then you have the many names used for Freyja, one being Vanadis, which they say means Lady of the Vanir (Vanir is one of the tribes of gods), but also some believed it meant that she was "the great dís" or Lady of the Disir Vanir, but it is known that they would call Freyja "Queen of the Valkyrie" and by translations possibly leader of the Dís, which then leads to more questions on the connection between the 2 (dís and Valkyrie). It’s known that Odin had his group of Valkyrie but that he had a group of "women" called "Odins Dís". Then you have 2 celebrations throughout the year, Disablot and disthing (this one has different names) which seem to mark the coming and going of winter, but also were more secretive and mainly within the home, some believed to be drawing down the ancestors magic from the alfar (elves) which with Freyja association to being "mistress of the home" (gets into the debate on her a frigg) and the name of the celebration may not have been the elves but the Dís possibly either as female ancestors or believe in ancestral connections to minor gods as a societal whole. Considering it wasn't uncommon for nobility to claim ancestry of some of the more famed gods (Odin, Freyr, etc)

Of course, Freyja is now a major goddess, if she wasn't before or even if she and Frigg were once the same being. They are now spilt just as Freyja is now much more important, but seeing the translation of Vanadis possible as "The great Dís" and Freyja having a connection to Gullvieg being Freyja and the connection to Freyja having rulership over Seiðr, etc. Could connect her to have been simply a leader of the Dís and or Valkyrie, and maybe it wasn't even her actual name considering Freyja translates to Fraujō in proto-Germanic, which becomes Frau in modern German, Frau means "woman" leading to the idea Freyja meant "Mistress" or "Lady" which is a title, not a name, which is interesting anyways. But of course, taking into account Old Norse poetry all the gods had different names and kennings. Which could mean we lost her original name.

The myths never actually show her as a Vølva but her association with magic gives us the idea she is along with the repeated idea that she was a goddess of sacrifices and that she was a “priest” in some texts, with the further association to gullveig this leads to the association that she could be a volva.

She has been described as having a chariot pulled by cats but they’re most likely domestic house cats based on the translations in stories the words used to mean only “cats” and if they were lynx or larger cats many translators believe the word directly referred to those animals would’ve been used instead, many older stories passed down orally mainly referred to her cats to be larger but we have no further evidence for either side.

Historical worship/practice

She had a fertility cult in the Viking age that stopped due to Christianity and a cult that lasted up until Snorri's age and time but that stopped soon after.

Hǫrg hann mér gerði, hlaðinn steinom,nú er griót þatat gleri orðit; rauð hann í nýionauta blóði, æ trúði Óttarrá ásynior (Hyndluljóð st. 10).

(He’s made a sanctuary for me, faced with stone, now that stone has turned to glass; he’s reddened it with fresh ox blood, Ottar has always trusted in the goddesses.)

This is one of the only examples of her worship or any goddess worship in the texts.

She and Frigga were called on during childbirth, and historically, our source came from a midwife.

In history, women of higher status would be named after Freyja in a sense being called “Fruvur” (ladies). Referring to the text before we see that many women who ruled over the household would be titled in her honor showing her ruling over the home at those times.

Associations

Death

Love

Lust

Magic (especially Seidr)

War

Cats

Wealth

Divination

Fertility

Beauty

Glory

Days of the Week

Friday, “Frigs day”

Special days

Alfarblót

Disablot

Elements

Fire

Numbers

9- Nine is a number found everywhere in Norse mythology, although nobody is sure why as it’s never explained anywhere.

Colors

Gold

Light Pink

Green

Copper

Silver

Yellow

Light Purple

Red

Brown

Animals

Cats

Horses

Boar/Sows

Rabbits

Swallows

Lynx

Falcons/Birds of prey

Ladybugs

Cuckoo

Plants and Flowers

Basil

Roses

Roseroot

Common Valerian

Mugwort

Rosemary

Apples

Primrose

Raspberries

Strawberries

Cinnamon

Poppy's

Daisy's

Almonds

Hay

Snow Blossoms

Linden

Essential oils/incense

Strawberry

Lavender

Lilac

Juniper

Cinnamon

Any sweet scents

Any baked good scents

Amber

Mint

Peppermint

Rose

Mulberry

Rosemary

Vanilla

Jasmine

Cypress

Sandalwood

Myrrh

Birch

Crystals and Metals

Rose quartz

Amber

Gold

Carnelian

Citrine

Any moonstone

Malachite

Black Tourmaline

Pink Tourmaline

River rock

Rubies

Divinational associations (runes/tarot)

Fehu, Sowilo, Berkano, Queen of wands, Queen of swords, The empress, The high priestess, The lovers, The star (Wildwood deck The Seer, and The Woodward)

Offerings and Devotional acts

Any Meads

Flowers (pressed or fresh)

Anything handmade for her

Stretching

Learning sword work

Exercising

Things are respectfully taken from nature

Jewelry

Poetry (especially traditional Norse)

Hot chocolate

Any tea

Wine

Sweet drinks or spices like cinnamon

Potatoes

Stews

Any meats

Any Berries

Ethically gathered Bones, Cat claws, and cat whiskers (DO NOT HARM AN ANIMAL FOR THESE)

Self-Care

Spending time in nature

Learning runes

Learning distaff spinning

Any imagery associated with her

Learning magic or divination

Any baked goods (bread, muffins, honey cakes, etc)

Honey

Honeycomb

Cat statues

Boar imagery

Fostering cats/kittens

Lighting candles every day in her honor

Burning incense for her (she likes things with flames or burning)

Bonfires

Flax bundles

A staff making a staff for your craft if you practice Seidr they are commonly used in it and you could make your devotional staff for that and have it by her altar.

Braiding your hair

Support women’s rights

Start a flower garden

Care for your significant other

Volunteer or support shelters

Honor your ancestors

Feed strays

Chants

Runic Chants/chanting the runes

Old Norse songs

(Both are commonly used in seidr)

Poem to Freyja-

https://www.tumblr.com/tears-of-amber/747489845291679744/freyja-in-the-honeysuckle-breeze-freyja-in-the?source=share

SOURCES

Poetic Edda translated by Jackson Crawford

Tales of Norse Mythology by Helen A. Guerber

The Norse Gods and Goddesses (Intro.)

Frigg and Freyja

The Vanir

The Vǫlva (Norse Seeress) and Seiðr

Valkyries (Valkyrjur)

Fólkvangr (Folkvang)

THE NORSE GODS: FREYJA || General info, what working with Freyja is like and offerings

Freyja (Freya) Norse Goddess of Love, Warriors, and Cats

My Experiences with Deities: Freyja

Seiðr Magic and Gender

https://teaandrosemary.com/freya-goddess/

https://study.com/academy/lesson/goddess-freyja-facts-symbols-norse-mythology.html

https://historycooperative.org/freyja-the-norse-goddess-of-love/

https://historiska.se/norse-mythology/freyja-en/

https://hrafnar.org/articles/dpaxson/asynjur/freyja/

https://www.britannica.com/topic/Freyja

https://www.northvegr.org/nordic-goddess/froya-freyja

https://www.spiritualityhealth.com/freyja-sensuality

https://www.voluspa.org/index.htm

https://sacred-texts.com/neu/poe/poe10.htm

https://www.academia.edu/90730001/45_Freyja

https://www.academia.edu/9715739/The_Cult_of_Freyr_and_Freyja

gods and myths of northern Europe

by h.r. ellis davidson

norse mythology - guide to the gods, heroes, rituals and beliefs

- john lindow

https://www.tumblr.com/fjorn-the-skald/153799577907/kennings-for-the-vanir-sk%C3%A1ldskaparm%C3%A1l?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/broomsick/760015871374721024/i-want-to-ask-a-question-would-freyja-be?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/tears-of-amber/714440167683964928/freyja-a-deity-deep-dive-some-upg?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/chaos-bites/746330888775909376/subtle-freyja-worship-honor-passed?source=share

[abybweisse]

Have you already talked about what was enough to interfere with Undertaker on his rescue mission for the twins?

Who/what delayed Undertaker?

In the past, I know I've suggested that John Brown could have gotten in his way. We still don't know who the mystery person is in ch137, but it wouldn't be Undertaker or Polaris. If it's John Brown, that increases his chances of being a demon (who shows up on a whim) or an angel (who might be one of the "superiors" or "higher ups" mentioned by reapers).

I think I've also pondered (in a post or reblog) the idea it could have been William or some other reaper sent to investigate and collect souls but not to interfere. Definitely not Grelle or Ronald. Grelle doesn't know what's up with Sebastian and our earl until Sebastian talks about being "reborn" with the contract. Ronald first learns about Sebastian through Grelle's description. It could have been William, Eric or Alan, or some reaper we've yet to meet. It also wouldn't be Othello, since he's sent much later to verify Undertaker is really the deserter they are dealing with. Honestly, this also decreases the chance it was William. If it was a reaper, why didn't they relay their information to headquarters? This opens up the possibility that it was a reaper... who didn't survive the altercation with Undertaker... and therefore wasn't able to report their findings. 🤔

There are probably other possibilities, but I haven't thought of other good ones... except the possibility he just didn't have the necessary information to get there sooner.

[vampirae]

Astrology knowledge + personal notes

Disclaimer! Some paragraphs are pure astrological knowledge, others are just mine personal opinions and experiences. Experiences aren't universal, it may apply to some and not to others.

You don't feel like the 4th house is accurately describing your family dynamics or traumas? Nice, then look at your 2nd house. The 4th house talks about your family, but mostly about your roots, generational trauma, your country, your literal home etc. Meanwhile the infamous 2nd house associated always exclusively with money, in reality is linked directly to your childhood, your family dynamics/setting, values or traumas they gave you, also your literal future family etc. E.g. Venus in the 2nd house is associated with being spoiled or likely to be giving gifts or favours, but why? Probably because in their childhood caregivers tried to "buy their love" so they associate gifts to being loved. Look at the planets in your 2nd house, its ruler, and the aspects etc.

Cancer sun men, usually tend to be cheap or stingy, literally, never met a Cancer sun man in my life who isn't so, if they behave differently it's usually because it suits their own personal agenda, or try to manipulate you.

Aries moon women tend to post absolutely gorgeous photos, they're so artistic, and know how to take or edit photos or videos.

Cancer rising is so funny, relatable or friendly, they naturally attract people or masses, they're charismatic in their own way, but they tend to be private and dislike when people invade too much of their personal space without permission; some will cut you immediately off, others will be waiting patiently for you to finally understand you're being inappropriate, literally no in between.

Moon in the 12th house, from my own personal experiences, terrible friends. Likely to be great companions if you want to get high or drink or talk about whatever without being judged, but literally avoid them in "no chill time". Extremely manipulative, always victim of the circumstances, helpless and problematic. Briefly, if you don't want to find yourself being a free therapist for hours, a free ATM or parenting a whole ass adult, just avoid getting closer to them. On the other hand, great and sacrificial lovers, but vampiric succubus as friends. (To the people asking me which 12th house moon hurt me, well too many my darling, this is why they're on my blacklist).

When it comes to raw sexual libido mars in fall and detriment are the ones most usually labelled with low libido, which is true, but still in my opinion and experiences they're not on the same level. Mars is Cancer is the one with the highest libido between the three, then Libra and last Taurus. Furthermore men with this mars (the aforementioned) are more prone to have issues with their, ahem, "friend". But, gladly, they also have wild fantasies and are more prone to compromise or satisfy their partner's desires. E.g. if you want them to be dominant, they'll try their best to be your Master/Daddy etc. Last but not least, despite being "shy" and at first look traditional, they're more open to use toys or try new sex positions if it's your will, but won't share you (so threesome or orges literally it's a big NO if they truly love you).

Sagittarius and Cancer placements are competitive AF, but the last one will give up if they're gonna lose or act uninterested, or just whine in the corner about how life is unjust with them. Sagittarius placements, will look chill and playful, but they're extremely competitive, not only because of the prize, but it's a great opportunity to learn something new, or master some of their skills, or just an adrenaline shot. Literally, they're second to Aries when it comes to competing, yet people are unaware of this nature because of their nonchalant and sometimes dumbass vibes/behaviour.

Talking about Sagittarius placements again, when they're labeled as funny, don't think they're master at telling jokes or giving clever clapbacks, in fact, earth signs are masters of this type of humour. Sagittarius placements are funny because of their spontaneous nature: like saying some weird or shocking things with a serious face, or doing some WTF stuff, literally they're funny in original ways and something you never expected. With time they'll acquire a more "normal" sense of humour, but usually they're memorable for their unexpected humour.

Virgo really needs some structure or specific goals or tasks. They could have a hard time with unspecific projects, games or work, they'll literally stay there like a NPC waiting for your interaction or order, analysing the situations, outcomes and necessities.

Libra placements are charming and a good company, their indecisiveness is forgivable most of the time, until you have to work with them. It can be so stressful sometimes to work with or under a Libra (sun, rising or mars), you never know when they'll change their idea again or return to an old project, or what you have to do. I'm sorry to say it, but they're problematic bosses and owners. To lift yourself from this curse, there are few options, like changing job or aggressive yet polite confrontation, just to make it clear, next time you won't forgive and neither make you lose your time again, because it's the only resource you can't buy or restore.

[lamentofspring]

my precious mimi, my sweet sacrificial lamb ♡ / ophelia, friedrich heyser / tell me when it hurts, flower face / call me by your name (2017) / paper doll, flower face / the carnivorous lamb, agustín gómez-arcos / there sleeps titania, john simmons / viviane, renée vivien / mythological beauty, big thief / greek anthology; epigrams, antipater of sidon / in a week, hozier & karen cowly / my love mine all mine, mitski / venus verticordia, rossetti / nathan, flower face / cornflower blue, flower face / @tendermimi ♡

[harmoonix]

Backcountry

(Random Astrology Observations)

🎶: Virgo Moons/Virgo Placements are the maiden, the M symbol in their zodiac sign ♍, indicates the circular nature of karma, love these placements so much 💞

🎶: Capricorn Jupiter/Jupiter in the 10th house or at Cap Degrees 10° 22° grants the native with luck in their careers/jobs

🎶: Midheaven in Leo Degrees 5°, 17°, 29° makes the native to be in the spotlight from a young age, they can get all attention and to be seen as someone very confident

🎶: Venus in Air Signs and Air houses (3rd, 7th, 11th houses) tend to flirt a lot, if they don't flirt they will definitely wait for a good opportunity to do it

🎶: Cancer/Capricorn/Moon/Saturn in the 4th house will love to live a traditional life style, they may also keep in touch with their traditions

🎶: Pisces Moon/Moon in the 12th house are so powerful in their subconscious world, most of these natives can have dreams as a form of signs to warn them about things happening in their lives

🎶: Don't argue with me but Saturn/Capricorn/Scorpio and even Pluto in the 12th house can be indicators of having an difficult/harsh/rough father, and is not your fault in case you have it 💞💞💞

🎶: 8th house ruler in the 12th house or vice versa is extremely karmic, basically you have periods of rebirth after rebirth and evolution I guess in a past life you couldn't expand or evolve that much

🎶: Scorpio/Pluto/Venus in the 3rd house can make the conversation more spicy when you talk with them, like you know talking about a random subject and they throw something spicy into the conversation

🎶: Aries Risings, they have a perfect chart in form of having every sign in their homes and everything can work perfectly at times, of course depends on the placement of planets but your house placements are ✨✨ chef kiss

🎶: Venus in Earth signs have 2 specific love languages (or even more who knows) most earth Venus signs I know love words of affirmation and quality time and I love that about them 💞

🎶: In my ascendant persona chart I have Venus conjunct the ascendant and one specific thing about this placement is that it gives you time to love yourself 💞 is healing

🎶: Mercury aspecting Neptune is an artistic placement, the native is blessed at any types of arts, like design, painting, etc.. they may love music too

🎶: I may not be that much into the draconic chart but I realized some people have a different draconic chart?? and I got soo confused because my draconic chart literally looks like my vedic chart but at different degrees, i checked my sister's draconic chart and is totally different from her vedic chart...

🎶: Saturn in the 2nd house/Saturn in Taurus, there is some sort of anxiety about their worth and value here, both at money and their self worth, they are so worthy but don't realize that 😕

🎶: Moon in Taurus Degrees 2°, 14°, 26°, the native might have a soft inner child, kind, generous, can be very passionate about their dreams and can be sacrificial at times

🎶: Those with Saturn - Jupiter aspects (especially conjunction very rarely find in a chart) can attract succes in the later ages of their lives, succes can be at any type like in love life, maybe in career or something else

🎶: Ascendant at 6°, 18° (Virgo Degrees), They are peaceful and loved natives, Princess Diana had these degrees on the ascendant and she was seen as holy/pure, exactly as Virgo's definition

🎶: Cancer in the 7th house/Moon in the 7th house/Jupiter in Cancer/Jupiter in the 7th house (if you like or are attracted by men) those placements really give the type of husband is who very attached to you/can be a mamas boy and definitely clingy

🎶: Ascendant at 9°, 21° degrees are wild spirits, they are the most outgoing people you will met, definitely that one person who knows how to enjoy life 100%, blessed

🎶: Capricorn Moons/Capricorn Risings are not always cold as some people say, most of the times they want to protect themselves from people and to not get hurt again

🎶: 11° or 23° degrees on the Midheaven indicates someone who may work a lot in online and maybe being successful/known in online

🎶: Jupiter in the 3rd/9th house axis, might be the most curious placement for this planet. Jupiter explores a lot in these houses, makes the native very talkative and open-minded (Also you're really blessed if you have Jupiter in the 9th house)

🎶: Moon in Gemini/Moon in the 3rd house, these natives always have the best advices when it comes to conversations and socializing, they may also talk a lot about their hobbies or things that make them happy

🎶: Mars in Leo/Sagittarius/Gemini/Libra makes the native to be a chaser or to be chased when they're in love especially at flirting

🎶: Midhaven in Libra Degrees 7°, 19° these natives can be known for their beauty or fashion style/maybe for their talents or maybe they can work in a artistic field

🎶: Asteroid Kalisto 204 aspecting Venus bless the native with a lot of love, beauty, passion and talents, is something about their eyes or their voice

🎶: Asteroid Bacchus 2063 aspecting Juno, the native desires a very sensual/sexual relationship, very lusty, maybe even kinky when they're in a relationship

🎶: Asteroid Sirene 1009 in the 1st/6th house the native has this hypnotic energy in their everyday life, their mood might change from time to time

🎶: 11th house placements are very loyal towards their friendships, for them their friends can be their everything

🎶: Pluto or Saturn in the 4th house, native might have an intense family - life/household, may grew with strict parents and strict rules

🎶: Saturn in the 5th/6th/9th houses natives really need to enjoy life A LOT WAYYY more, these native can often get into a depressive state, go out and dance 🩰 🪩, have fun with your friends, maybe connecting with people

🎶: Uranus in Pisces/12th house is full of physic energy, they can have a a very tied relationship with their own subconscious soul & mind

🎶: Juno in the 11th house or Aquarius can happen a lot for people to always ship/pair them with someone, this energy manifests as people crushing over your friendships (If you have Juno at Aquarius Degrees 11°, 23° too)

🌳 - Do you like to go in the backcountry/in the nature/forest?? Especially if you live in areas with forests around, I love that!! I find these things relaxing/healing !! Take care at bears y'all if you live in a country with a high population of bears!!🐻🌳

Hope you have a good time!!🐻 Watch out for bears and be blessed with light today!❤️❤️

All the best,harmoonix ❤️❤️

[cupidlovesastro]

𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓎 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 #𝟧

✮ earth sign mercury girls can be so soft spoken and have such a sweet or soothing voice. earth sign mercury boys can have a deep & smooth voice

✮ i noticed virgo women fit more into the virgo stereotypes than virgo men

✮ one thing about a sag moon, is that they won’t let ANYTHING SLIDE. maybe at first they will, just to give you a chance, but they will read you to filth, and tell you everything you didn’t wanna hear. they keep it 100 always

✮ aquarius venus’s are actually extremely sacrificial and will do a lot of the people they love

✮ water and fire risings can show their emotions on their face without even realizing

✮ if you have pisces/ aqua in your big 6 or dominant, people may like your feet…even if they originally never had anything for feet😭

✮ mercury aspecting pluto can make you speak about the things others never bring up. taboos, traumas, the hard parts of life, etc. you can also talk dramatically lol

✮ ascendant aspecting lilith positively can mean you embrace your dark aspects and others can be attracted to your dark feminine energy

✮ mercury being aspected by mars can make you speak your mind and also be really encouraging for others. you could also make a lot of inappropriate jokes😭

✮ jupiter positively aspecting planets can show what your good at manifesting.

✮ ex: jupiter conjunct venus can show your lucky in love and might be good at manifesting things in that area

✮ fire sign mercuries can make a lot of jokes while talking or talk just super fast. also even if they’re not annoyed they’ll sound like it or you may think they hate whatever they’re talking about, but they don’t, they just have aggression with the way they deliver things sometimes 💀

✮ sagittarius sun, moon, venus, or mars in pisces degree(12 or 24) or 12th house can make someone prone to escape their reality and life through traveling. this person could day dream or often think of running away as an adolescent or even as an adult

✮ most libra sun people i’ve met have beautiful voices, mainly libra women

[ghostchems]

wrong place, right time - papa emeritus iv x female!reader

you work at a local concert venue, specializing in requests from the music acts. one request and one warning slips your mind.

a/n: well!! i've been working on this for a few days and i've been feeling meh about my writing so i'm really glad i was able to get this out here! 2.6k words. spicy content! mdni! 18+! ao3 link.

You know you’re not supposed to be here. Among all of the instructions you had been given earlier in the day, the one to stay away from dressing rooms near the end of the show scared you the most. 

And yet, here you are. 

***

You drop off the last pack of chicken nuggets into the dressing room and give it a once over. There is an abundance of other snacks and drinks, anything that a “Ghoul” or a “Papa” would need. Or at least, you hope. You followed the directions in their rider closely so if they have any complaints… well, you would probably just deal with them anyway. That’s typically how you handle issues with the various acts that have given you trouble.

You like your job, you really do. You get to see the behind the scenes of music acts year round at a rather large venue that is close to your apartment. It’s the perfect job for you, especially since you’ve never been fond of working behind a desk. You need movement and excitement to keep you going, to keep you focused on the tasks at hand.

The fact that the band you are supporting is satanic doesn’t bother you much. The concert has been on your schedule for ages and you have been excited for the show leading up to it, mainly because it is different from the other pop shows and country concerts you’ve been supporting this summer. Your job is to make sure that the act’s riders are followed completely, including the ridiculous requests. The strangest request you had ever had to fulfill was twelve rotisserie chickens for some kind of christian rock band but your coworkers tease you that maybe Ghost had sacrificial goats in their rider.

When the band first arrives, you feel a deep chill run down your spine. Their appearance is not what you were expecting. Ghouls pile out of the tour bus, their bug-like masked jerking around to get a look at the venue. They are dressed like they walked off of a battlefield with poofed pants and large, black boots with a golden upside-down cross shining on the front of them.They stop and examine the venue crew members, their gazes dropping up and down from each member. One of them stops in front of you and they tilt their head. You offer an anxious laugh and they offer you a large, blindingly white smile.

“E-eh, don’t mind them.” The voice snaps you out of getting lost in the Ghoul’s sharp teeth. You turn to him, blinking a few times at his sharp mismatched eyes. Something takes hold of you in that moment. “They are just, eh, curious creatures. Harmless… unless they are hungry.” He smiles weakly at you and holds out his hand. You take it and give it a shake, eyes drifting up and down his figure. He is wearing a maroon tracksuit and he looks like just a guy. Definitely less intimidating than the costume wearing ghouls. “I’m Copia. Eh, I really appreciate you and your position. Did you get the, uh-?”

“Juice boxes. Yes, I have them, just need to put them in the fridge.” 

“Ah, grazie. Thank you. And, eh, the-”

“The McNuggets are in the dressing rooms, yes.” 

Someone calls for him and he is quickly scurrying away from you with a quick wave. Again, not the strangest interaction with an act you have ever had but something did feel off about it. The moment he is gone the air feels less thick and you can breathe again. You take a few deep breaths and snap yourself out of it before heading off to make sure everything is ready for the night. 

“Hey!” 

Your eyes scan the area and your head snaps in the direction of the voice. Another man, this one dressed similarly to the ghouls but without most of the flare. He has a gold upside down cross pinned to his vest. He catches up to you and rests his hands on his knees for a moment to catch your breath.

“Sorry, sorry to bug you. Uh, just wanted to follow up on those juice boxes.” 

“I will drop them off in the dressing room.” You clench your jaw but manage to sound as pleasant as you possibly can.

“N-no, I mean, uh… it’s very important that they are dropped off early on. Like, before the end of the show.” The man seems nervous, his voice sounding a bit high pitched and his eyes wide with what appears to be fear. You start to answer but he is quick to cut you off, one of his hands grasping at your shoulder. “You’ve done a great job. A really great job, but it is incredibly important that no one is in Papa’s dressing room after the show. No one.”

You swallow thickly and give a small nod. He lets go of you, his eyes still piercing yours. He gives you a light pat on the arm and then walks away but turns over his shoulder a few times to look at you. This isn’t the first warning you’ve received but it feels more… harrowing than the others. The genuine fear in the man’s eyes and the thickness of the air when you first met Copia gives you pause but you quickly shake it off, as there are tasks to be done.

The show runs smoothly on your side of things. There have been no complaints and you are already thinking of you post show plans (stopping at a gas station for one of those snickers ice cream bars and then eating it in bed) — until you remember. The juice boxes. The fucking juice boxes. You quickly snatch the pack of them from the ground and take off running to Papa’s dressing room. 

You estimate that they are performing the encore now so you don’t have much time. It doesn’t take long before you’re in the dressing room and you are immediately distracted by the colorful jackets lining the racks. You snap yourself out of it once your eyes settle on the mini fridge. Your heart is thudding in your ears as you open the mini fridge and stock it with fresh juice boxes, placing the entire case in it and shutting the door.

You’re not sure what you're afraid of more: getting trouble with your boss or being here when this “Papa” gets back. Your feet pound beneath you as you run to the door to the room when the knob starts to turn. You freeze as the door opens and you see him. 

Copia.

Only he looks different, his face painted like some kind of skull and he is dressed in a red, sparkling jacket. His hair is mussed from performing and for a moment, he looks frazzled that you’re here before his lips curl into a dark smile.

“Oh, Copia, I’m so sorry.” You start to make your way to the door, maneuvering yourself so that you are still facing him. “I was just topping off the juice boxes. I’ll be out of your hair now.” You start to move to the door but he’s too fast, his hands grabbing you by the wrists and pinning them above your head, your back pressed to the door. 

“Don’t be sorry, piccolina.” His voice is a low growl and he leans in further to you, his nose brushing against yours. You can’t move your mouth to speak, only offering a small whimper in response. He’s doing something to you; you can feel some kind of buzzing come from him. “Look into my eye — tell me what you see.” You can’t deny him, your eyes immediately flitting to his white one.

You feel it first, the heat licking at your skin. Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open, unable to look away from the white hot flames of Hell you see within him. Copia let’s go of your wrists and you aren’t even able to move them, keeping them above your head as you gaze into the endless depths suffering and torture at the hands of creatures you could hardly even fathom. 

The next thing you feel is Copia’s lips against yours, breaking the trance you were in but when you close your eyes you can still see the flames. Your arms fall around his neck and he deepens the kiss, his tongue hungrily invading your mouth, tasting every inch of you. His hands drift down to your hips and he pulls them into him, feeling his already hard cock rut against you. 

When he pulls away, you feel exhausted. You catch your breath as you blink your half lidded eyes at him, your chest shuddering with each exhale. Copia keeps his cock pressed hard against you, while his hands start to wander your body. The heat that had danced along your skin now spreads through your body, turning into the most intense desire you’ve ever felt.

“This is why they come to see us.” His lips quirk into a grin as his fingers tease at your breasts through your shirt. “To catch a glimpse of what lies beyond.” You suck in a breath as he presses in closer, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “You’ve been blessed by Lucifer, piccolina.” He nips at your earlobe then starts to plant open mouthed kisses down your neck. You give a low groan, your nails digging into his shoulders as he kisses lower and lower. His fingers toy with the waistband of your pants before getting down on his knees in front of you.

“C-Copia, I—“ You stop short once his eyes meet yours, looking softer this time. “Papa. Papa, I didn’t mean to-“

“Shhh, dolcezza.” He starts to tug at your pants, pulling them down and exposing your already damp panties. “It’s okay. You are where you’re meant to be.” Papa’s voice is smooth and it does the trick at calming your nerves, until he presses a kiss to your clit through your underwear. A gasp catches in your throat as he moans against you, his fingers hooking into your panties to slip them off.

Papa bites and kisses at your thighs, ever so close to your dripping cunt, moving closer and closer until he finally drags his tongue across you. Your body trembles and you tilt your head back against the door, your eyes falling shut. His tongue works your folds and dips inside of you as he moans deeply into you, his hands gripping your thighs tight. His nose pressed against your clit and his tongue delves even deeper, fucking you with it.

Your hands fall to knot in his soft hair and he pushes his face even further into you with a groan. It’s like he can’t get enough of your taste, lapping greedily at your pussy. You feel lightheaded, your nerves on fire as your hips buck against his face. His nails dig into your thighs and his moans grow louder, your back arching against the door while you teeter on the edge. Papa’s nose brushes against your clit just right and you come undone with a choked sob. He pressed another kiss to your swollen clit while you come down from your high, his arms curling around you.

Papa lifts you as he brings himself to his feet, carrying you carefully across the room. He lowers you onto the couch, peeling off your top as he does so. Once it’s off, your hand grabs his cravat and you pull him in for a kiss. He groans against your lips, moving against them with hunger as he starts to tug at your bra. Even with the paint, he tastes smokier more than anything, reminding you of the bright fires of his eye. The kiss is desperate and you cling to him, craving his body against yours. 

He breaks the kiss abruptly, leaving you whimpering while he grabs your hips. You are flipped over and you give a soft grunt from how quickly it happens, getting your bearings as his hand drifts down your backside. Papa settles himself behind you, spreading you open wide for him and he gives a raspy moan just at the sight of you.

“What a good girl you are.” He growls as he drags his cock across your cunt. “Do you want this, dolcezza? Do you want me to take you?” Papa presses his cock against your entrance and holds it there, the pressure making your body tremble.

“Y-yes, please. Please, Papa, please I-“ 

You cry out as Papa buries himself inside you to the hilt, a deep growl rumbling from his chest as he sets a merciless pace. His hips snap into you and you manage to push against each of his thrusts, your hands scrambling to hold onto the leather couch to keep yourself in place. Breathy moans spill from your lips, your eyes squeezing shut as he fills you. You haven’t been fucked like this in ages and it’s been something you’ve craved for some time now. You think maybe he saw something inside you too when your eyes met.

His gloved hand ghosts up your back until he reaches your shoulder, grabbing onto it and pushes you further into the couch. You are practically drooling onto it as he fucks you, his cock massaging all the sensitive spots inside you. Papa tugs you by your shoulder, pulling you up so your back is to his chest. He slows his pace to be more sensual and his hands wander your body while he bites and sucks at your neck and back. 

“Ti senti, a-ah, cosi bene.” He pants, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. You lean your head back on his shoulder, moving your hips against his. Papa is paying attention to every inch of you, massaging, pinching, kissing, nipping anywhere he can find. You’ve never felt so worshipped, so sexy. He sits back on his heels and pulls you along with him, his mouth still latched to your neck.

You start to grind down on him, your hips moving slowly at first. Papa wraps his arms around you, groaning into your neck as you start to pick up the pace. He slips his hand down between your legs, finger tracing over your swollen clit. A gasp rips from your throat, your body writhing as you ride his cock. His hips start to stutter and he swiped his finger vigorously across your clit.

“F-fuck, Papa!” You whine as your walls spasm and contract around his cock, the muscles in your legs tending as you cum. He bites into your shoulder, muffling a deep moan in the back for his throat, his cock pulsing inside of you as he empties himself. Papa let’s go of you and you fall to your hands and knees on the couch, in a complete daze while catching your breath. 

“Come here, piccolina.” He hums, an arm looping around your waist to pull you into his lap. Papa looks down at you with such care, caressing your body as you start to come back down to Earth.

“How… how am I supposed to go back to real life now?” Your eyes are wide, thinking back to what you saw. 

“You’re not, cara.” He toys with your breasts, his fingers plucking at your nipples. “There is room on the bus, you know.” You stay quiet for a little while, his fingers moving down to stroke at your tummy.

“Will you show me more? If I stay?” You sit up and look at him, hair falling into your face. Papa tilts his head, soft eyes searching your face.

“Are there juice boxes in the fridge?”

“…yes.”

“Well, piccolina, as long as there are juice boxes and you in my dressing room at the end of the rest of our shows, I will show you more.” His nose brushes against yours and you feel his hot breath on your lips. You lean in.

A kiss to seal the deal.