#wisdom from the unconventional

[peace-and-light-poetry]

“Bottling up something bad.”

She was taken by the hand To a field, on an overcast day

This one is a strange one This she knew but this one has her methods Of helping those closest to her

At one point, she colored in Her cracks with gold

Today, she was taking her to a field She didn't state why besides "You've been bottling up something bad."

"How do you know?" she'd reply, shocked

She was told about the aftermath of that day

This one helped clean up the blood And continued when Imouto couldn't She said that day was like this one

Overcast but with more clouds

She wanted to cry To berate herself for Having caused so much pain

To the ones she loved the most

"It's okay if you cry." she was told She's cried before but, in this instance, She was given permission

Not to cry

No, permission to wail Like Imouto did on that day

It was the loudest She never did think that her voice Could reach such octaves

(and pitch)

She wailing for several things All at once

She wailed for what she lost She wailed for the guilt she felt She wailed for several years of pain

She wailed for so many thing more things at once

She wailed until her throat was raw Until she no longer could She couldn't vocalize

If anything, she could almost faint (yet willed herself not to)

The other one continued "When people bottle up something bad, it blows up."

She was reminded Reminded that she was still healing And that she'll sometimes falter

"We understand." She was told

The strange one elaborated That "it blows up" in many ways (like when she took scissors to a favorite dress)

"You got hurt really bad but we understand." She continued

She didn't know who hurt her No, and, as curious as she was, she didn't ask But she was there for her anyway

They would be there for some time As it threatened to rain and there was nothing but silence Aside from the wind blowing

"You don't need to bottle up the bad anymore." The silence finally broken

For a spell, she felt a little more whole

Another page completed In this ongoing chapter.

[giddygreengalaxy]

I dont think I'm disabled, I think the world just can't tame me.

Wasn't Jesus the same?

[howcanibesadyetalsoacowboy]

what's your favourite weapon everyone?

[swordgrace]

❝ 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅’𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. ❞

KINKTOBER — WEEK ONE: BATH SEX.

⤿ pairings: cregan stark x jace’s sister!reader.

⤿ word count: 4.1K.

⤿ warnings: smut (mdni), loss of virginity, bath sex, fingering (fem!rec), biting, multiple positions (cowgirl, from behind), heavy kissing, scratching, sexual ending implied, heavy breeding kink, creampie, mutual orgasm, rough(er) sex, both cregan & reader are horny

⤿ note: first kinktober request under my belt! Loved writing this one and it was a nice return to Cregan (love him with my whole being)

Even a smoldering fire wilted in the midst of the Northern chill, a biting ice that consumed all traces of warmth, swallowing it whole.

Winds from beyond The Wall whistled down from desolate lands, bringing with it its bitterness and sting, seeking to envelop all within it.

Glacial are the wreaths of snow-furled gales that blanket Winterfell in their pale harshness — it even seeps into your bones, bones forged of fire and blood.

It was difficult to take comfort in such foreign surroundings, from the dusting of ice forming on window panes to the bristling chill that rakes across your spine. The North was not Dragonstone — it was not home.

Unconventional was the singular word that plagued your mind when it came to your sudden marriage to Cregan Stark, a union made in a frenzied haste to gain allies in a brewing war.

It was as if you were merely a pawn to be moved across a board by your kin — your Mother, in particular. She was the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, yet you couldn’t help but feel hopelessly abandoned here in the North, under the supposed guise of safety.

Jacaerys had departed shortly after your wedding in the Godswood, bidding his strenuous farewell before leaving you in the company of your stoic husband.

Your brother was not thrilled with the prospect, cautioning against it, but duty demanded it of you, and you dared not defy your mother. Admittedly, it could’ve been worse, this unusual match.

Cregan Stark was not a foul man — he was rough, like the uneven surface of leather or the cracks of a cliffside, a mountain so stalwart that you wondered if he ever smiled. A sliver of you pondered if his dour visage was because of you.

Stoicism seemed interwoven into his demeanor, tempestuous hues glistening with a stern wisdom that stretched far beyond his years. Cregan was only two namedays your senior, yet he behaved as if he were a grizzled veteran.

He did not consummate the night of your wedding, much to your bewilderment. You could only muster up a series of kisses and an untied gown before nervousness tore you asunder, anxiousness gnawing away at your belly.

Cregan did not press you any further, citing that he wished to give you a berth, a space to yourself as you processed your new environment. It was a sentiment that you vastly appreciated, yet you felt so completely alone.

The autumnal canopy of the Wolfswood had become your constant companion in the weeks that had passed since your union to Cregan. At dusk, you would converse with your Northern husband, who’s exterior seemed to melt slightly with each passing day.

Duty did not always permit the two of you to spend time together — oftentimes, it kept you separated, tethered to two differing realities.

After supper, you retired to your marital chambers, prepared to end your evening with a hot bath and a bit of light reading to preoccupy your time. Cregan did not appear, which was commonplace, strategizing alongside his advisors.

Chambermaids prepared your steaming bath, hot enough to singe those without dragon’s blood coursing through their veins. Wisps of heated vapor drifted toward the ceiling of the cozy washroom, a humid warmth permeating stone.

Deliberately, you untied each strand of lace, deftly unraveling yourself from your evening gown. Fingertips graced the thick fur that lined the trim as you draped it over a chair, flicking strands of your hair aside.

Footsteps resonated outside of the mahogany door, their shadow falling across you. You hadn’t expected Cregan to return so soon, prompting you to step into the water before sinking beneath, reclining against one edge.

Gentle sloshing of water caught his attention once he abandoned Ice and his cloak, retracing his steps to the door of the washroom. “My Lady.” He greeted you, lingering just outside in hopes to converse, even if it were fleeting.

A strange lump formed within your throat as you gingerly scrubbed at your arm with floral-laden soap, throat becoming thick. “Ah — my Lord,” You did not sound confident. “I wasn’t expecting your return so swiftly.”

Cregan found it increasingly difficult to act gallant around you, resolve hanging by a thread, honor crumbling away. Instinct and desire festered within his heart, lust where he knew it shouldn’t be — but he was a man who wanted his wife.

If this weren’t so rushed in an attempt to forge allegiances, he would have courted you properly, taken the time to learn your heart before devolving to carnality.

He learned some, but he knew that you were nervous, and he could not blame you for it. Tossed to the wolves, a lone dragon — Cregan did not want to frighten you any further.

“One can only play tactician for so long before it becomes an uphill battle,” Cregan uttered, chestnut brows furrowing together. “Are you well?” He inquired, tone one of a gentler resonance, laced with sympathy.

“Well enough,” Biting at your cheek, you considered your next words carefully, gaze boring a hole through the door. “Did you … Were you wanting to join me?” As much as it turned your stomach with butterflies, you did not want to continue being so shy.

In the sight of the Old Gods, he was your husband — Cregan had treated you with the greatest care and decency, and continuing to hide from him would only worsen things. You knew that it needn’t be so disconcerting.

Cregan’s jaw tensed, a sly heat blooming throughout his chest as he considered your stiff proposal. It sounded uncertain, and he did not dare act on uncertainty alone. Yet, the thought was tantalizing — he thought of you often.

Some part of him felt reduced to a boy, a coil of sudden nerves that he promptly abandoned, steeling himself for you. “I would only join you if you wanted it, my lady. Do not force yourself to be uncomfortable.” He rumbled.

The more you sat, alone in the herb-speckled waters, the more you yearned. There was nothing to fear from Cregan Stark, an honorable man whose patience was as unyielding as the mountains.

To grow was to rid yourself of girlish fright, and you did just that, steadying your erratic breathing as you sat up a little straighter. You reminded yourself that he was your husband, that he would not touch you unless you asked it of him.

“I want you to,” Your saccharine voice fluttered between the iron-etched wood, now a thin degree of separation between yourself and your husband. “Please, come in.”

Silently, Cregan prayed to the Gods to let him behave, to curb his animalistic appetite and to allow himself a gentler touch. Having already shed most of his leathers, he turned to knob, stepping inside to a homely nook of humid air and warmth.

Storm-colored hues fixed themselves to you, demure and sitting so soundly in the bathtub, yet you were the very image of perfection. His hand clenched in a desperate attempt to relieve some of his own tension.

You nearly shrank beneath the penetrating stare of your husband, whose coiled posture reminded you of a wolf preparing to strike. It made your heart hammer beneath your breast, hand gripping the edge of the tub just a little tighter.

His gaze screamed of affection, of desire, of ardor — Cregan was not as intimidating as you thought him to be, visage softening at the sight of you.

Tension clouded the washroom, thick enough to be sundered into two with a broadsword. Cregan wordlessly tugged his rugged tunic aside, exposing a thick wall of corded muscle, an impenetrable force that made your breath hitch.

To you, he seemed sculpted from a cliffside — rustic and hardened, the form of a warrior made, not chiseled, his own incarnation of godlike. Your stare shamelessly traversed the bulky plane of his musculature.

You were quick to glance away when he removed his trousers, causing you to shift beneath the water, skin glistening with a damp sheen. Again, you staved off your nerves as he lowered himself into the bath, taking up plenty of space.

In his solace, he drank you in again as if you were the finest stout, the very essence of beauty. Cregan felt the tension, the way it curled around the both of you, hesitation brewing in place of action.

It was you who shattered the silence, first with a tender smile, second with your words. “I must confess, I am glad that you are here,” A warm stirring began to unfurl across your chest. “I’ve been quite lonely.”

Cregan admonished himself for your feelings in silence, visage etched with a calm empathy. “Forgive me, then,” He murmured. “I did not know that my absence had become so cumbersome. I thought it best to let you adjust — alone.”

“There is nothing to forgive,” You assured, countenance as warm as the first sigh of springtime, melting away at his icy exterior. “You have been so understanding and kind, and I do not know how to thank you for it.”

“I would gladly make time for you, wife,” His utterance of the word wife made you shiver in delight. “I know now that this is something we will brave together, and not apart.” Cregan nodded, hoping that conversation would distract him.

He was unbearably hard, cock throbbing with such an incessant ache that he nearly abandoned the bath altogether. It was then that you reached for his hand, digits tracing along his forearm.

Cregan gripped the tub like a vice with his hand, so tense that his muscle threatened to tear apart. Your embrace was like silk, a shroud that he wished to wrap himself within. His gaze intensified, stuck to you with a fervor.

“I did not invite you inside just to converse,” Your whisper was hoarse, shrewd — you were finding your voice, and Cregan thoroughly enjoyed it. “I wish to try.”

“You cannot try from that distance.” Cregan’s tone was akin to the trembling of thunder from the skies, dripping with a thinly-veiled desire. There was affection present, yet lust seemed to win out as he coaxed you closer.

Once you waded into arm’s reach, your husband brusquely tugged you into his lap, causing you to gasp as he caressed your hip. His kiss was akin to a tide of fire, washing over you with an unyielding burn, heat crawling across your flesh.

You reciprocated without hesitation, palms finding their purchase atop his chest, nails digging into muscle when you felt his cock prod into your stomach. Gods, he was intimidating — you feared your physical state on the morrow.

It was unmistakable, his passion — the desire he’d built for you came crashing down, entangled with your budding desire.

A thick, calloused palm cupped your hip, kneading into the curves there, the other finding the soft flesh of your breast. He gingerly groped your chest, fingers gracing across your nipple, evoking an excitable whine from you.

“Gods, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve laid eyes upon,” Cregan’s husked tone was akin to a growl, reverberating against your mouth. “My wife.” He uttered, reveling in your flustered expression.

Lips clamored as if it would be their last dance, and he found himself kissing your jaw, your neck — wherever he could reach. It was a near-frenzy, acted upon with passion and a wolfish appetite, a desire that scorched his bones.

“Cregan,” A labored moan ripped through your throat, crackling with excitement as you tilted your head backward. He thoroughly reveled at the sound of you singing his name, a rumble reverberating throughout his chest. “Please, I need you.”

Slotted firmly within his lap, Cregan let the hand upon your hip drift elsewhere, dipping beneath the water as he sought the heat between your legs. His kisses were relentless, etched against your neck like a hot brand.

He needed you just as terribly, a want so powerful that it nearly obliterated him, scorching his heart with your own desire. His thick digits found your flower, thumb circling the pearl of your cunt.

A sharp gasp escaped you, lips agape as another wine emerged from your mouth. You hadn’t been touched like this before, not from a man so learned as Cregan, who studied your body with his hawkish gaze.

Your hips possessed a mind of their own, desperately chasing after any shred of friction from his hand, nails clamping into his broad shoulders. A soft chuckle shook his body, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine.

“Easy, princess,” Cregan murmured, teeth gently scraping over your jugular before he pressed a kiss there. “Do not tire yourself so quickly.” He cautioned, toying with your clit in slow, deliberate motions.

His cock prodded against your cunt, filling you with a sudden wave of anticipation. His stature seemed to confirm what you already knew, prompting you to swallow the lump within your throat.

Cregan would never tire of you, and he knew that this would not be enough to satiate his hunger for you, an appetite as ravenous as that of a starving wolf. He wanted to taste you, occupy the space between heart and ribcage, never part from you — duty be damned.

Pressing another string of greedy kisses against the column of your throat, Cregan continued to slowly circle your clit, savoring the twitches and reactions that flickered across your face. You made your pleasure known, vocalizing your delight to the heavens.

Part of you knew what to expect with the act of consummation — pain, and then pleasure, if you were fortunate enough. You trusted Cregan to handle you with care, rocking your hips atop him.

A low grunt elicited from him, one that clearly seemed pent-up. The sensation of your nethers pressing against his length drove him to madness, palm gripping hard at the small of your back. “I fear you may be the death of me.” He growled.

A shudder iced your spine, one tinged with anticipation as you sought his mouth, kissing him in your own flurry of bliss. He enjoyed your initiative, large hand tracing up and down along your back, goosebumps trailing in the wake of his caress.

“I — I want you inside of me,” Stammering over your words, your hands found the nape of his neck, clinging to his damp, chestnut tresses. “Will you be gentle?” You feared being split in half if his pace became hastened.

Cregan grit his teeth together, knowing that taking your maidenhead in such a rough way was not fair to you, nor was it kind. “Of course,” He assured, pressing a kiss against your jaw. “I wouldn’t dream of harming you.”

Restraint would likely test his resolve, but Cregan was up for the challenge, hand snaking away from between your thighs. Even within his grasp, you still seemed a touch uneasy, likely due to the bundle of nerves coiled within your stomach.

“On your own time, wife,” Cregan rumbled, content to caress along your supple frame, handling your curves as if you were molded from obsidian. You possessed the strength of a dragon — perhaps you didn’t realize it yet. “I am enjoying myself.”

With a nod, you exhaled, looking to him for instruction as he reached between the both of you, guiding his cock to your entrance. The thick head pressed along your cunt, causing you to shift again.

A kiss made its residence along your jaw. “I have you,” Cregan murmured, letting you sink down onto his length. Your countenance bristled with the sting of agony, and you nearly hurried it along until his hand seized your hip. “Easy.”

Seven Hells, he filled you completely, stretching you in a way that molded you to him. It was discomforting, a pain you seldom experienced, but Cregan was soothing.

It was the sweetest torment for Cregan, cock sluggishly feeding into you, inch by inch, your cunt tight around his length. A sonorous groan bubbled within his throat as he continued to guide you, ensuring that you were not suffering.

“Cregan!” A hiss escaped you, one intermingled with pleasure and pain, brow creased in concentration. It was nearly too much for you, but you persisted, enduring the newfound stretch and foreign sensations.

The tip of his length very nearly kissed your cervix, and that was his sign to cease. He let you sit, labored breathing bearing inklings of ecstasy, lips slack as you began to roll your hips.

He was strong enough to maneuver you along his cock as he saw fit, but he let you gather your bearings, find your own pace. Your soft, sweet lips sought his own, mouths clashing in a spirited kiss, one charged with a growing adoration.

Chest-to-chest, the intimacy grew tenfold, hearts beating in-tandem, making way for the wave of ardor that consumed you both. Water gently sloshed around the both of you, flesh damp, yet you had never been warmer.

Firm, steady hands kept their grasp upon the swell of your hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles into your silken flesh. Cregan appraised you with starving eyes, hues as gray as swirling clouds before a winter’s storm.

“Move me,” A wanton sigh floated from your lips, evoking a sense of primal desire that he knew to shackle down. Your husband obliged, setting the pace at a slower speed for your sake. “Gods, just like that.” You huffed.

Cregan fought against baser instincts, against tearing you asunder like that of a snarling beast. He guided you up and down upon his length, mouth seeking the dip between your neck and shoulder.

Teeth found their rooting there, gingerly scraping your flesh as he marked you, eliciting a throaty moan from your mouth. It was a sting that you did not expect to enjoy — but you wanted it again and again.

Tangled sighs and low, heavy breaths wove together, forming a heated cacophony that filled the washroom with your lewd activities.

He took your maidenhead with such tenderness, never once resorting to a harsher pace unless you were the one to initiate. “You are perfect.” Cregan uttered, letting you rock up and down along his length.

The feeling of his calloused hands sinking into your plush flesh was mesmerizing, leaving behind a wave of goosebumps that crawled across your flesh. He gripped you hard enough to leave bruises, peppering kisses against your neck.

Finding your rhythm, it became easier to impale yourself upon him, gasping when his cock sheathed itself deep within you. Your cunt clenched pathetically around him, nails raking crimson trails across his shoulders.

Molten heat churned within the pit of your stomach, arousal honey-thick between your thighs. The more you succumbed to desire, the more carnal his pace became, losing all inhibitions of restraint.

Soap-laden water steamed around the both of you, sloshing with the movement of two bodies, locked within the throes of passion. A soft cry escaped you as he brought you down again, invigorated by the spirited rolls of your hips.

It only became messier — two souls clawing for affection, for entanglement, for a release. As you grasped his biceps for support, you changed the rhythm, letting yourself drown within desire.

A breathy, snarled curse tore past his mouth, brows furrowing together in concentration as he maneuvered you toward the tub’s thick rim. His chest was hot, slick as he pressed himself to your back.

Smoothing a calloused palm along your thigh, his thrusts became a touch erratic, cock hitting into you like the jab of a spear. “Cregan!” You moaned, savoring the sensation of his mouth against your shoulder, crooked nose ghosting along your throat.

The newfound position was somewhat awkward given his stature, contorted in the smaller space of the tub, but he cared little for it. Passion drove him, the desire to breed, make you round and lovely with his children.

His hands did not leave you, caressing wherever he could, an anchor to keep you safe even in the midst of such crass acts. “Gods help me,” Cregan growled, hot breath fanning across your shoulder. “I need you.” He hissed.

It was unexpected, his confession that rattled you so, sending tremors along your spine. You did not expect him to feel that way for you, yet it only furthered your arousal.

Lewd entanglements of flesh resonated throughout the washroom, accompanied by a myriad of moans and animalistic growls. Cregan became more beast than man when placed under pleasure, not that you minded.

Even if he lacked the stamina to continue, carnality willed him to devour. Your husband kissed you, touched you wherever he could, thick digits snaking between your thighs as he sought the aching pearl of your cunt.

“Do not stop,” A breathy mewl erupted from your throat as you pleaded with Cregan to continue. Once deft digits began to toy with your clit, your knees buckled, hand grasping at his forearm. “Please, please do not stop!”

Between the feverish kisses he placed along the nape of your neck and the hand circling your clit, you felt the ecstasy mounting. The coil within your stomach began to unfurl, visage screwed up in a look of bliss.

Cregan’s grunts sent shivers throughout your body, warming your insides with their fervor. His cock continued to pound in and out at a steady pace, body snug against yours.

He dared not harm you, executing caution even still, indomitable musculature hunched in over you, enveloping you on every front. As his calloused fingers flicked across your pearl, you shuddered, thighs twitching in response.

You experienced a euphoria like never before, the sensation foreign yet overwhelming, setting every fiber of your being ablaze. Water splashed over the rim of the bathtub, falling onto the stone below.

Each snap of his hips sent you reeling, cock filling you to the brim, stretching you in ways that you never thought possible. You moaned, nails digging into his arm; Cregan’s pace did not deviate.

Tantalizing fantasies of putting a babe in you drove him mad, his hand drawing away from your cunt as he placed his palm over your stomach. Gods, you could feel everything — it made you buckle, release swift and white-hot.

Stars floated across your vision in the wake of your release, a choked sob of ecstasy rippling through your chest. Cregan’s name rolled from your tongue like an incantation that you had committed to memory.

It was then that your husband spilled himself inside of you, aided by the wet clenching of your cunt around him. Ropes of hot, virile seed painted your womb, and you felt him press his forehead against the back of your shoulder.

Tangled, labored breaths filled the space between you both, thin as ever. Cregan did not want to stop — the night was agonizingly young, and his cock stirred within you. “Are you well, wife?” He murmured, stroking along your hip.

“I am perfect,” He could taste your smile, a bright and palpable thing. You felt him move away, momentarily sinking back beneath the water. “I — I was not expecting it to feel so pleasurable.”

“There is plenty more beyond that,” Cregan assured, drawing you back into the wide expanse of his lap, cock nestled against the plane of your stomach. He cupped your jaw, the pad of his thumb tracing your cheek. “Do you require rest?”

A coy expression flickered across your countenance as you let your fingertips playfully ghost across the tip of his length. The sudden blaze within Cregan’s storm-cloud hues had made your heart leap into your throat, excitement replacing exhaustion.

A growl stirred within his chest at your wordless insinuation, and he did not seem to waste a moment of time, hooking an arm around your hips. “Clearly not.” He grunted.

“Do you object?” You murmured, dragging one finger over the plane of his visage, so youthful and unblemished, a contrast to his rugged demeanor. Provoking your husband was a bold choice, one that Cregan respected.

“I do not,” Cregan’s tone was little more than a grumbling of thunder, brows furrowing together as he steeled himself for what would become a lengthy evening. He adjusted your position, the head of his cock kissing your entrance once more. “You will wish for rest when we are finished.”

[acosmicventure]

Your Hidden Gifts In Birth Chart

HIDDEN GIFTS ARE OFTEN PASSED DOWN

These remain in your ancestry as dreams or talents that never saw the light due to circumstances.

Hidden gifts are deeply rooted in your soul and something you often overlook or are unaware of.

You can only discover them once you tap into your inner power.

YOUR WATER HOUSE REVEALS WHAT YOU HIDE

Element water runs deep and holds every secret that’s still not known to you.

4TH HOUSE is your conscious, meaning what you know on the surface.

8TH HOUSE is your subconscious, meaning what you know intuitively but struggle.

12TH HOUSE is your unconscious, meaning what you don’t know or understand.

IN NATAL CHART

ARIES IN 4TH, 8TH OR 12TH HOUSE

Your hidden gift is the courage to create your own path in life. Others see you as someone who rises above loss and destruction.

TAURUS IN 4TH, 8TH OR 12TH HOUSE

Your hidden gift is to turn emotional pain into something beautiful. You have an intuitive sense of how to attract abundance in life.

GEMINI IN 4TH, 8TH OR 12TH HOUSE

Your hidden gift is for uncovering knowledge that’s not easily available. You can channel wisdom or messages from unseen realms.

CANCER IN 4TH, 8TH OR 12TH HOUSE

Your hidden gift is the ability to heal deep emotional wounds, not only for yourself but for others. Very psychic and intuitive.

LEO IN 4TH, 8TH OR 12TH HOUSE

Your hidden gift is the power to shine through even the darkest times. You inherit a natural talent for leadership or creative expression.

VIRGO IN 4TH, 8TH OR 12TH HOUSE

Your hidden gift is understanding the subtleties of life and using them to heal. You can break down complex problems.

LIBRA IN 4TH, 8TH OR 12TH HOUSE

Your hidden gift is bringing harmony and managing deep emotional bonds with grace. Your intuition guides you in partnerships.

SCORPIO IN 4TH, 8TH OR 12TH HOUSE

Your hidden gift is the power to transform through intense situations. You connect with the mysteries of life. Very shamanic.

SAG IN 4TH, 8TH OR 12TH HOUSE

Your hidden gift is seeing crises as opportunities for growth and expansion. You are blessed with higher wisdom.

CAPRICORN IN 4TH, 8TH OR 12TH HOUSE

Your hidden gift is your inner authority. You can achieve success working on your ambitions and goals privately.

AQUARIUS IN 4TH, 8TH OR 12TH HOUSE

Your hidden gift is to embrace unconventional ideas and ways that can change the collective consciousness.

PISCES IN 4TH, 8TH OR 12TH HOUSE

Your hidden gift is an innate connection to the spiritual realm, often working in subtle, unseen ways to guide you. Very mystical.

[astrologydray]

Astrology indicators 1

Astrology Indicators of an Old Soul 🦉✨

• Saturn in the 1st or 12th house – A serious, wise presence, often feeling older than peers.

• South Node in the 8th or 12th house – Deep subconscious knowledge from past lives.

• Moon conjunct Pluto – Emotional intensity and wisdom beyond years.

• Neptune in the 9th or 12th house – Deep spiritual connection and intuitive knowing.

• Chiron in the 1st house – A natural healer who’s been through lifetimes of growth.

• Capricorn Rising – Born with a sense of responsibility and maturity.

Indicators of getting fame from beauty/going viral for your unique looks🫦✨

1️⃣ Venus Prominent in the Chart🫦

• Venus conjunct MC – Beauty is part of public identity. Natural charm and aesthetics draw attention.

• Venus in the 1st house🫦 – A striking physical presence, naturally attractive to others.

• Venus in the 10th house 🫦– Known for beauty, style, or artistic appeal in career/public life.

2️⃣ Unconventional Beauty & Viral Appeal🪼

• Uranus in the 1st house🪼 – Unique, unexpected beauty. May go viral for being different or futuristic-looking.

• Venus aspecting Uranus🪼 – A magnetic, one-of-a-kind appeal that stands out. Sudden fame is possible.

• Aquarius Rising🪼 – Distinctive, unconventional beauty that captures attention.

3️⃣ Pluto & Lilith for Intensity & Magnetism🕸️

• Pluto in the 1st or aspecting ASC 🕸️– Hypnotic, transformative beauty that draws obsession.

• Lilith conjunct ASC or MC 🕸️– Dark, rebellious allure that makes people fixate on your image.

4️⃣ Jupiter for Amplification & Luck🐣

• Jupiter in the 1st house🐣 – A larger-than-life presence; lucky with attractiveness and expansion of personal brand.

• Jupiter aspecting Venus🐣 – Beauty that attracts luck, abundance, and admiration.

Astrology Indicators of a Hypnotic Voice 🎙️✨

• Mercury in Scorpio – Deep, intense, and mesmerizing tone.

• Neptune aspecting Mercury – Dreamy, enchanting, or musical voice that draws people in.

• Venus in the 2nd house – A naturally pleasant, melodic speaking or singing voice.

• Pluto aspecting Mercury - Commanding presence when speaking; people hang onto every word.

• Moon in the 3rd house – Emotionally expressive voice that people connect with deeply.

• Taurus or Libra Mercury – Smooth, aesthetically pleasing, or luxurious tone.

• Lilith in the 3rd house – Seductive, rebellious, or unconventional voice that stands out.

Astrology Indicators of a Naturally Mysterious Aura 🖤✨

• Pluto in the 1st house – Intense energy, people sense there’s more beneath the surface.

• Scorpio Rising – A naturally enigmatic presence, hard to read but unforgettable.

• Lilith conjunct ASC or MC – Dark, rebellious allure; others are drawn to the unknown side of them.

• Neptune in the 1st house – Hard to define; people project fantasies onto them.

• Moon in Scorpio or the 8th house – Emotionally deep and secretive; doesn’t reveal everything easily.

• Saturn in the 12th house – Keeps their true self hidden, often seen as distant or unknowable.

• Mercury in Scorpio – Speaks in a way that makes people want to know more.

[bodybaggage]

Shadows in Gotham

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Gotham’s twilight sky was a patchwork of purples and reds, a fading canvas that gave way to the inky blackness of night. The city was alive with the usual sounds of distant sirens, honking horns, and the underlying hum of danger that never quite left its streets. For Danny Fenton, now in his early twenties, Gotham was supposed to be a fresh start—a place to lay low and raise his unconventional family.

His daughter, Danielle, Ellie, as she preferred—skipped ahead on the cracked sidewalk, her energy boundless despite the long day. She looked about ten years old, though she was technically more of a clone than a traditional daughter. She had Danny’s black hair but with an unruly curl to it, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with a mischievous light. Beside Danny, holding his hand, was a boy who looked no older than eight. His hair was tousled, and his expression was a strange mix of innocence and the haunting wisdom of someone far older. This was Dan, Danny’s de-aged evil future self, a living, breathing reminder of what could go wrong if they weren’t careful.

The trio moved through the narrow streets, Danny’s senses on high alert as they made their way back to the modest apartment they now called home. He had retired from the life of a ghostly vigilante, focusing instead on keeping his small family safe and hidden from the relentless pursuit of the Guys in White (GIW). To the world, they were just another struggling family in Gotham. But beneath the surface, their existence was anything but ordinary.

“Can we get pizza tonight?” Ellie asked, her voice full of hope as she glanced back at Danny.

“Pizza sounds good,” Danny replied with a smile. “But it’s Gotham, so let’s hope the delivery guy makes it to our place in one piece.”

Ellie giggled, and even Dan let out a rare smile, though it was fleeting. The moment of normalcy was interrupted by the sound of a scuffle up ahead. Danny’s instincts kicked in as he pulled his kids closer, eyes narrowing at the scene unfolding just around the corner.

A man, clearly desperate, was trying to rob a woman at gunpoint. The woman’s purse dangled from his shaky hand, and fear was etched across her face. Danny knew he should keep moving, that getting involved could blow their cover, but he couldn’t just walk away.

“Stay here,” Danny whispered to Ellie and Dan, his voice firm.

Before he could intervene, a shadowy figure dropped from the rooftops, landing silently behind the mugger. The man didn’t stand a chance as a blur of red and black moved with lethal precision. Within seconds, the mugger was disarmed and unconscious on the pavement.

Red Hood stood over the man, his stance relaxed but ready, as if this was just another routine night in Gotham. He turned to the woman, who quickly grabbed her purse and bolted, muttering her thanks. It was only then that Red Hood noticed Danny and the kids standing just a few feet away, watching the scene unfold.

Danny tensed as the vigilante’s eyes—hidden behind that crimson helmet—seemed to study them. He instinctively placed a hand on each of his kids’ shoulders, ready to flee if things went south.

“You alright?” Red Hood asked, his voice rough but not unkind. He seemed to soften at the sight of the kids, his posture relaxing ever so slightly.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Danny replied, his tone cautious. “Just heading home.”

Red Hood’s gaze flicked between Danny and the children, and Danny could almost feel the wheels turning behind that mask. This was Gotham, after all, a city full of dark secrets. A young man, barely an adult, with two small kids in tow—it wasn’t hard to jump to conclusions.

“You live around here?” Red Hood pressed, the curiosity in his voice making Danny’s stomach tighten.

“Not far,” Danny answered, hoping to end the conversation quickly. “Just trying to keep my family safe.”

Red Hood nodded slowly, as if weighing his next words. “Gotham’s not exactly the best place to raise kids, especially if you’re... alone.”

Danny’s jaw clenched, recognizing the underlying question. “We manage.”

Before Red Hood could probe further, Ellie stepped forward, her usual boldness taking over. “He’s the best dad ever! And we don’t need any help, mister.”

Red Hood chuckled softly, the sound almost disarming. “I’m sure he is, kid. But just in case, you should know there are people around here who can help... if you ever need it.”

Danny forced a tight smile, grateful for Ellie��s fierce loyalty but wary of the attention they’d attracted. “Thanks, but we’re good.”

Red Hood seemed to accept this, though the suspicion in his stance didn’t entirely fade. “Take care of yourself,” he said finally, before turning and vanishing into the shadows as quickly as he’d appeared.

Danny let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. The encounter had been brief, but he knew it wouldn’t be the last. The Bat Family had eyes everywhere, and their curiosity was piqued.

“Let’s get home,” Danny murmured, guiding Ellie and Dan down the street with renewed urgency.

They reached their apartment without further incident, the familiar creak of the stairs a welcome sound. Once inside, Danny locked the door and sagged against it, the weight of their precarious situation pressing down on him.

Ellie flopped onto the worn couch, her earlier bravado replaced with concern. “Are we in trouble, Dad?”

Danny ruffled her hair affectionately. “No, Ellie. We’re just... being careful. That’s all.”

Dan sat quietly at the kitchen table, his eyes distant as he processed the night’s events. “He was one of the Bats, wasn’t he?”

Danny nodded, joining Dan at the table. “Yeah, Red Hood. He’s... complicated. But we should be alright if we keep a low profile.”

The night passed uneventfully, but the encounter with Red Hood lingered in Danny’s mind. He knew that living in Gotham meant constant vigilance, but the thought of the Bat Family watching them added a new layer of stress.

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Meanwhile, across town, the Bat Family gathered in the Batcave, the massive space filled with the glow of computer screens and the quiet hum of machinery.

“Interesting case tonight,” Red Hood—Jason Todd—began as he removed his helmet, revealing the slightly tousled dark hair underneath. “Ran into a guy with two kids. They seemed... out of place.”

“Out of place in Gotham?” Dick Grayson, quipped from where he was perched on the edge of the Batcomputer’s console. “That’s pretty much everyone.”

Jason shot him a look. “Not like that. The guy was young, barely in his twenties. The kids were ten and eight, maybe. And something about them just... felt off.”

Bruce Wayne, Batman, looked up from the screen, his expression unreadable. “Off how?”

Jason hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t know. There’s something he’s not saying. And those kids—they’re attached to him, but it’s like they’re all trying to stay under the radar.”

Damian Wayne, the current Robin, scoffed. “Plenty of people try to stay out of sight in this city. It’s not our problem unless they break the law.”

“Yeah, but...” Jason trailed off, running a hand through his hair. “There’s a chance that guy’s a victim. The way the girl talked about him, it was like she was protecting him.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “Do you think the children are in danger?”

Jason frowned, shaking his head. “Not from him. I think they’re all running from something.”

Silence settled over the Batcave as they considered the implications. Bruce stood, his presence commanding as ever. “Keep an eye on them. Gotham has a way of uncovering secrets, and we can’t afford to overlook anything.”

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Back at the apartment, Danny lay awake, staring at the ceiling. The shadows played tricks in the dim light, reminding him of the life he left behind. He had taken on more than just the role of a father—he had become a protector, a shield against the darkness that sought to consume them.

But Gotham was relentless, and he knew their time in the shadows was running out.

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[zhelin-thames]

Damian Wayne had always been the brooding, methodical type, raised by the League of Assassins and trained in every form of combat known to man. His family, though unconventional, was his anchor. But when the Justice League summoned the Ghost King, he wasn't expecting much more than another world-threatening force to deal with. What he didn't expect was Danny Phantom.

Danny—who, at the time, was still the Ghost King—was an enigma to Damian. The teenager appeared to be no older than Damian himself, yet the sheer power and timeless presence that emanated from Danny made Damian’s sharp mind wary. Danny wasn’t just powerful; he had a calm air about him, as if the weight of the universe meant little to him. There was a curiosity about the boy-turned-king that tugged at Damian, something he couldn't quite place.

Their first encounter wasn’t easy. The Justice League had summoned Danny to aid in a crisis—a situation so dire that the fate of the world hung in the balance. And yet, when Danny appeared, it wasn’t the expected godly being from legends, but a confused teen with an air of nonchalance. When Damian saw Danny's face, however, something shifted. He’d known many figures of power, but Danny was different. Despite his near god-like status, there was a youthful vulnerability to him, something that made Damian want to protect him, even though Danny didn’t appear to need it.

As the crisis passed and the League debriefed, Damian found himself slipping away from the group, his thoughts preoccupied by Danny. There was something about Danny’s presence that intrigued him—Danny's eyes held an ancient wisdom, yet his laughter was light, almost childlike. Damian wasn’t used to feeling this way, especially not toward someone who wasn’t part of his carefully structured life.

It was after a particularly tense confrontation with a new villain that they first truly spoke.

Damian had gotten himself into trouble while trying to protect Gotham, barely escaping an ambush. When he returned to the Batcave, nursing wounds that barely fazed him, he found Danny sitting on the edge of the Batcomputer, fiddling with a few of Bruce's gadgets. Damian had never seen anyone so casual in the Batcave, and it irked him at first. But when Danny looked up and smiled, something inside Damian softened.

"You're not worried about the League, are you?" Damian asked, his voice edged with skepticism.

Danny chuckled. "I’ve seen much worse than a few villains. You’re tougher than you look."

Damian frowned, but Danny’s easygoing nature had a strange way of pulling him in. “You’ve been through a lot, haven't you?” Damian murmured, unable to mask the genuine curiosity he felt.

Danny’s smile faltered for a moment, and his gaze became distant, as if the memories of his past as the Ghost King weighed on him more than he let on. He nodded slowly. “More than I’d care to remember. But... it’s in the past now.”

There was a quiet understanding between them, a silent acknowledgment that neither of them had had the easiest childhoods. As time passed, they found themselves talking more often, and the bond between them deepened.

Damian was drawn to Danny's resilience, his ability to remain calm under pressure, and his underlying vulnerability that no one else seemed to see. Danny, on the other hand, found solace in Damian’s fiery determination, his passion for justice, and his willingness to protect those he loved—even if it meant sacrificing himself. It was an intensity Danny hadn’t realized he needed until it was there, right in front of him.

One night, after a particularly harrowing battle against an ancient force that threatened both the Ghost Zone and Earth, Danny and Damian found themselves alone, walking through the quiet streets of Gotham. Danny’s ethereal glow flickered faintly in the shadows, casting an almost otherworldly light on the darkened city.

“I never thought I’d be back here,” Danny said softly, his voice carrying a weight that Damian couldn’t ignore.

Damian glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “Back where?”

“Gotham. I used to visit here when I was younger, but… that was before everything changed.”

Damian stopped walking, a rare softness in his features. “It’s different now, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Danny replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at Damian, meeting his gaze with a tenderness that was uncharacteristic of someone who had once been a god. “I think I’m still figuring it out.”

Damian reached out, his hand brushing Danny’s in a brief, yet intimate gesture. “We all are,” he said quietly, his voice laced with an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel.

Danny’s heart skipped a beat, and for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He found something in Damian’s gaze—something both grounding and freeing. The quiet strength of the boy who had once been trained to kill now stood beside him, offering something Danny had never thought he needed: love. Not in the way he had known love as the Ghost King, but as something real and unspoken.

It was then that Damian realized that, despite their differences, despite the vast distance between their worlds, he cared for Danny—deeply. And Danny, for the first time, allowed himself to admit the same.

[honey-bitch]

୨⎯ Ceres in the Signs ⎯୧

Ceres named after the roman goddess ceres (persephone's mother). She represents the harvest the bearer of fruits and In the birth chart she represents how you were nurtured and how you nurture others.

Aries (0 /1,13 ,25° )- You have a sense of pride and force when caring for others doing what you think is the right way to do. However to some this may seem a bit too brash and too quick to action, take a little bit more time when caring for others.

Taurus (2,14,26° )- You value stability and security in nurturing. You may express care through providing material comforts and creating a sense of groundedness. You likely enjoy good food and appreciate the sensual aspects of life.

Gemini (3,15,27° )-  You are a communicator and may nurture through words, ideas, and sharing information. You might enjoy variety and mental stimulation in your approach to nourishment. Your family might have been very chatty and social.

Cancer (4,16,28° ) -  You are deeply nurturing and sensitive. You may prioritize emotional connection and create a safe and comforting environment for those you care for. You might have a strong connection to family and home.

Leo (5,17,29° )- You express nurturing with warmth and generosity. You may enjoy taking care of others in a celebratory or creative way. You value feeling special and want to be praised and praise others showering them with attention. You were probably raised as a pirotirty in your home.

Virgo (6,18°) - You are practical and detail-oriented in your nurturing. You may focus on providing support in tangible ways, paying attention to health, wellness, and efficiency. Very much natures people by helping them in their day to day. However you can't change people and try not to fix people who don't want to be fixed.

Libra(7,19° ) - You value harmony and balance in nurturing. You may strive to create a peaceful and aesthetically pleasing environment for those you care for. You might enjoy sharing beauty and culture. Be honest with yourself and speak when you get hurt, tell the other person that.

Scorpio (8,20° )- You are passionate and intense in your nurturing. You may provide deep emotional support and help others transform. You might have a strong interest in psychology and the mysteries of life.

Saggitarius (9,21° )- You are generous and expansive in your nurturing. You may enjoy sharing knowledge, wisdom, and travel experiences with others. You might value freedom and independence in your approach to care. Very much want to explore in life, was exposed to different cultures etc growing up. Stay away from gossip lololol.

Capricorn (10,22° ) - You are responsible and disciplined in your nurturing. You may focus on providing structure and guidance for those you care for. You might value tradition and achievement. Very much in the long run with Capricorn ceres, you want the best for yourself and your friends. However you're not as tough as you think you are, be kinder to yourself and others.

Aqaurius (11,23° ) - You are innovative and unconventional in your nurturing. You may express care through unique and forward-thinking approaches. You might value social justice and community. Very much looking at the wider picture and focusing on the group rather than the individual, make sure to spend some one and one time with ur favourite people.

Pisces (12,24° ) -  You are compassionate and empathetic in your nurturing. You may provide emotional and spiritual support to others. You might have a strong connection to art, music, and the imagination. Very much grew up with unconditional love and you give unconditional love back, however boundaries are important don't pour into the wrong glass.

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DISCLAIMER: this post is a great generalisation and may not resonate with you. I would recommend buying a reading from a professional astrologer to get more insight

[kiddotarot]

Your Upapada and your future spouse ( part =2)

In previous post we talk about what is upapada lagna and how can it show your married life or about your future spouse some people have difficulties so here is the list of your Upapada lagna lord or 1H and your future spouse personality.

12H Lord = upapada lagna

12 lord is sitting in 1H = 2H

12 lord is sitting in 2H = 4H

12 lord is sitting in 3H = 3H

12 lord is sitting in 4H = 8H

12 lird is sitting in 5H = 10H

12 lord is sitting in 6H = 9H

12 lord is sitting in 7H = 2H

12 lord is sitting in 8H = 4H

12 lord is sitting in 9H = 3H

12 lord is sitting in 10H = 8H

12 lord is sitting in 11H = 10H

12 lord is sitting in 12H = 9H

look at what planet is sitting there this is the nature or personality of your future spouse ✨️

Sun (Surya) = Represents the high self respect ego, and vitality. It can also show that your spouse can have influensive nature leadership qualities. They can be very confidence and can have high authority position They can be charismatic and very ambitious towards there goal and determined.

2. Moon (Chandra) =Very emotions person active mind can have grat intuition. They give emotional responses not practical. They can be nurturing toward you like a mother qualities, and have grat mental stability or health. They can be empathetic, intuitive, and caring towards you.

3. Mars (Mangal) = Very energytic person and actiontaking or oriananted they can sometines be aggressive. They can stand for you very courageous, sporty person like active in many activities and typically energetic and very competitive even with you and passionate.

4. Mercury (Budh) =very good in communication . They can be intellect and have analytical skills. They are curious to learn and very great intelligent and good in any type of communication skills,wit, and great adaptability skills.

5. Jupiter (Guru)= your spouse can be full of wisdom always growing and spirituality inclined or intrested. It gives them philosophical outlook in threlife and gives them generosity, and optimism. They can be wise, ethical, and benevolent.

6. Venus (Shukra) = indecate love so they can show there live openly very romentic and they can be beautyor handsome and live luxurious life. Very good in relationships or marriage and desire for harmony in your love life. They can be charming, affectionate, and artistic in any form.

7. Saturn (Shani) = lives a discipline life they always stand for there responsibility and they love structure in there life . They can be disciplined, serious, and hardworking in there life.

8. Rahu (North Node) = They can be desiresess and very ambitions and can be unconventional qualites and paths or tricks in there life. They can have goal of material success and fascination with the unknown things . They can have transformative nature and experiences and ambitions in life.

9. Ketu (South Node)= they can be spirituality inclined and detached . They can be older and mature in there life or from others. They know the important of spiritual growth and experiences of letting go. They like to seek deep meaning of life and experiences.

[ceranchi]

Dazai osamu headcanons

* Secretly a Bookworm: Despite his often carefree and chaotic demeanor, Dazai is an avid reader. He has a vast collection of books, ranging from classic literature to obscure philosophical texts.

. He's particularly skilled at making sweets and pastries.

While he's graceful in combat, Dazai is a terrible dancer. He often trips over his own feet and ends up making a fool of himself.

Thanks to his ability to manipulate people and his keen observation skills, Dazai is a master of disguise. He can easily blend in with any crowd and assume a new identity.

* A Secret Artist: Beyond his detective work and antics, Dazai secretly enjoys painting and sketching. He often finds solace in expressing himself through art.

* A Terrible Cook (Seriously): While he may enjoy the idea of cooking, Dazai's culinary skills are quite lacking. His attempts often end in disastrous kitchen explosions or inedible meals.

* A Night Owl: Dazai is often up late at night, either reading, writing, or simply staring out the window. He finds peace and inspiration in the quiet hours.

* A Soft Spot for Children: Despite his often cynical demeanor, Dazai has a soft spot for children. He enjoys playing with them and often offers them words of wisdom, albeit in his own twisted way.

* A Surprisingly Good Listener: Beneath his playful and manipulative exterior, Dazai is a surprisingly good listener. He can empathize with others and offer advice, even if it's unconventional.

* A Secret Romantic: Despite his constant attempts at self-destruction and his playful demeanor, Dazai is capable of deep love and affection. He may not always express it openly, but his feelings run deep.

[grey-spark]

Analyzing the WIND BREAKER Trio

TW: BIG SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA, light mention of abuse.

It’s high time I talk about the main characters of Wind Breaker, who are surprisingly unconventional. They don’t seem to fit neatly into any of the old characters' trifectas we see across media. None of them are girls, for starters, and they don't even seem to fit the classic Freudian trifecta of Id, Ego, and Super Ego. No, in this analysis, I want to talk about their unusual dynamic and how they depend on each other for what they lack in themselves. These traits being:

Sakura’s lack of social skills

Nirei’s lack of strength.

Suo’s lack of self-belief

Sakura Lacks Social Skills

The only evidence I have to cite is the entire manga. He’s no mystery. Sakura has been abused and neglected from a young age both by his parents and his old town. And by the start of the manga, he’s never been shown kindness before. And what this has created is a form of independence from society. Sakura is someone who only deigns society. Something Yamato Endo later adores about him, something Endo has only seen in one other person. Sakura doesn’t need other people, and will never bend himself to other’s will. He said so as much in his fight with Togame.

However, this virtue comes at the price of having ANY sort of common sense. He doesn’t know how to make friends. He doesn’t know how to operate a phone. It’s almost like he’s been living on a deserted island his whole life. He has no interests, no furniture.

So he needs a guide. That’s Nirei. He lets Nirei hang around him like a little remora fish because he knows that Nirei will point him in the right direction. He’s not so much a “best friend” rather he’s better described as a “foremost friend” who’s made it his personal mission to guide Sakura to the top. 

He displays a greater comfort around Nirei than he does with Suo. To Sakura, Suo is a rival and begrudging mentor to who he derives wisdom from. Now, he’s not a complete rival and foil in the way that Sugishita is, but from the moment, he sees Suo fight, he’s already dreaming of ways to have a real fight with him, but he respects him enough to plan the bridge defense while preparing for the war.

In this sense, Sakura takes motherly doting support from Nirei and fatherly challenging support from Suo. Though he would never ever admit to that. Its interesting how clinically he views both of his friends. He treats them more like social workers who’ve been assigned to him than buddies to hang out with.

Nirei Lacks Strength

At the start of the series, Nirei lacks physical and mental strength. He literally doesn’t know how to fight at all and constantly hides behind his friends. And until his breaking point with KEEL, he basically uses them as bodyguards. After KEEL, Nirei realizes that simply advising and studying others is not enough and makes an effort to at least be able to defend himself and become strong.

And to his credit he does this. By the end of the war arc. He has attained complete mental strength. When Nirei throws that punch on the bridge he has everything. He becomes a complete hero. Lacking only muscle and training. Mitsuki knows this. Suo knows this. All of them know it and are more than willing to help him grow into what will probably one day be Hiragi’s replacement. 

Suo Lacks Self-Belief

(in his own moral judgment.)

By self-belief, I don’t mean that in a confidence sense, but rather a worthiness sense. Suo is the most perplexing of the three because we know so little about him at the moment. And that’s by design, he wears a mask of impenetrable mystique.

But we can make some observations of his values even if we don’t know the details yet of how he came to them. So lets start by examining what Suo admires about his friends: Sakura’s moral conviction and Nirei’s purity. 

Suo adores Nirei’s purity and innocence, which he finds infinitely more valuable than strength. Nirei doesn’t have a bad bone in this body. The concept of doing something evil has never once crossed his mind. Even after years of being tormented by bullies, one would expect him to go on a revenge arc. But NOPE. He doesn’t even consider it. He’s more concerned about his sick friend or helping an old man he barely knows find peace. As far as Suo is concerned, Nirei is the perfect one and has the most potential of the three because he's already mastered what Sakura and himself lack. Morality and social grace are harder to acquire than muscle. 

In Sakura, Suo sees a champion who can carry his moral convictions like a banner. He says as much before challenging Minoru to a “fight”. 

Time and time again, he reiterates that Sakura is bound to surpass him. But he never means it in reference to combat. In fact, by that point, he hasn’t even seen Sakura have a real fight. And later on, he says it again, when Sakura is able to get a handle on his rage, whereas Suo wants to beat an opponent while he is down. The guy who hurt someone they both deeply cared about.

What he sees in Sakura is a moral conviction that he lacks in himself. At the time I am writing this we know shockingly little about Suo. About his backstory, his master, his Chinese fashion taste, his eye. And neither do his allies. But have clues. We see him refuse to eat with the others, claiming to be on a diet. It was disrespectful of him to not eat anything at that leadership summit, so he had to have a bigger reason. Consider the other character who refused to eat in the story, it becomes more obvious he may have a guilt complex.

What this points to is that Suo has a history. He’s done bad things in the past and now feels guilty and undeserving. His solution is to not find moral clarity in himself but to surround himself with those who can. It's an issue he's going to have to deal with at some point.

What to do with these three?

Looking back, you begin to notice that the nature of their friendship starts out as very transactional. Sakura needs social guides and barely considers them friends at all. Nirei uses his friends as protection and role-models to get stronger. And Suo uses his friends as a way to outsource his moral compass.

But it didn’t stay that way. Sakura starts fighting with others in mind and even plays games with Nirei; who becomes a real fighter just like the others with the help of Suo, who trusts himself enough to become a teacher after being inspired by Sakura. They inspire each other and grow. That’s normal for Shonen. But this strange dynamic is something I find peculiar, breaking the mold of what i’d expect from a heroic trio. It's all very refreshing.

[rholsof-film]

The Circle that is Shatabhisha

Within the heart of the sign Aquarius from 6°40' to 20°00'

Yoni Animal - Horse

Deity is Varuna

Shatabhisha is a Rahu and Saturn ruled nakshatra at the heart of Aquarius, the name means “hundred physicians”

*Many natives are drawn towards medicine, healing, astrology, occult, and psychology.*

Symbolized by the empty circle, which can be translated as an empty void for cultivation. Most of the themes for Shatabhisha are of healing, mystery and secrecy. Natives of this nakshatra have an analytical and investigative mind, often seeking the truth and deeper meanings. They are independent and rebellious; they prefer solitude but can also be unconventional in challenging societal norms.

Going back to preferring solitude, a lot of these natives often keep their thoughts private and could experience phases of seclusion and loneliness. These natives care deeply but also could struggle to express their emotions in full depth. We saw this with Chappell Roan in communicating with her fans about respecting her privacy and that when she’s not on the clock, she does not want to be bothered. It sparked a huge debate online about celebrities granting servitude to people whenever and wherever fans wanted their time—or even the press not being respectful.

This Nakshatra represents deep healing, hidden knowledge, and cosmic truths. People born under Shatabhisha are often misunderstood visionaries who seek to break illusions and uncover reality. They walk a fine line between science and spirituality, often making a lasting impact on the world.

Shatabhisha are also known to be justice seekers, the deity Varuna governs over divine justice ensuring those who act unfairly will face karmic consequences. We saw this through Rihanna having her messy twitter era and just getting into fights with certain individuals online. However, I know there are notorious Shatabhisha natives that have committed major crimes or have been to jail, their karmic consequences work on themselves as well. Shatabhisha individuals could go either way on the scale of good or bad. But you will notice that a lot of natives have a cult following no matter if they are morally good or bad. You will notice these natives are difficult to control, and behave a bit on the wild side, it’s hard to tame them. This is where they get their controversial reputation.

Varuna is the guardian of the waters and the one who grants Amrita (divine nectar of immortality). I would argue that this is what grants these natives beauty, aging with grace. For this represents deep healing, rejuvenation, and the power to transform pain into wisdom.

The symbol of the circle is representative of these natives’ tight knit, cult like following, it relates directly to the natives having a devoted fanbase—their energy being like an intimate, sacred space. Their fans aren’t just about their art but about their community and identity, the circle is like their performance space, where the artist becomes the center of transformation. However, the circle could work as a veil or mask, as Shatabhisha is known for their mystery and reinvention. Many have cultivated a persona to separate their private and public selves. Their cult following exists because they create a new world, a new identity, and a sense of belonging. Rihanna, Audrey Hepburn, Kehlani, Chappell Roan, all have cult followings. They can truly do no wrong in their fanbase��s eyes when being controversial or unconventional. The empty void for cultivation is endless with these natives as they are constantly coming up with new creative ventures.

Native Placements

Mia Goth - Shatabisha Moon

Chappell Roan - Shatabisha Sun

Rihanna - Shatabisha Sun

Kehlani - Shatabisha Moon

[beesmygod]

sometimes i get a wild hair up my ass about trying to figure out how or if its ever appropriate to dispense my "wisdom" to the (what i presume is mostly 20ish year olds) audience of this tumblr because positioning yourself as any kind of authority online only begets you weird sycophants and invites criticism. but if you drive a car, listen to me. you must keep these slightly unconventional items in your car always within arms reach or your trunk:

-a flashlight: for obvious emergency reasons but a lot of the time my stupid overhead bulb burns out and i cant see shit. a real flashlight instead of your phone will be a godsend.

-hard candies (HARD!!!! NOT GUMMI!!! NOT CHOCOLATE!!!! nothing that will melt in a car!!!! YOU WILL REGRET NOT LISTENING TO THIS!!!!): some day you will be so hungry you will feel dizzy but wont have time to stop for whatever reason. in those times, werthers will be there for you.

-a full change of clothes: some day, you. yes YOU READING THIS, will shit yourself. or spill something on your outfit that makes it reek. or rip something. in those times. you will thank yourself for your incredible huge brain. trust me.

-car specific pen and small notepad: extremely useful esp if you are really mad at someone's parking or need to trade info with anyone.

but seriously the change of clothes thing. throw one full outfit in a plastic bag to protect it from the elements. if i die, the only legacy i want to leave behind is knowing i prevented a poopoo incident in the lives of others

[truevedicastrology]

Uranus in the Houses

A Spark of Unpredictability

Uranus, the planet of revolution and innovation, adds a dash of unpredictability wherever it lands in your birth chart. Let's explore how it ignites change and disrupts the status quo in each house:

1st House: The Maverick

Forget fitting in! You're a natural-born trendsetter, drawn to the avant-garde and expressing yourself authentically. Embracing your quirks, even if they shock others, is key to unlocking your full potential.

2nd House: The Unconventional Earner

Get ready for surprises in your finances! Uranus might bring sudden windfalls or unexpected losses, prompting you to break free from traditional wealth accumulation methods. Embrace innovative ideas and unconventional ventures.

3rd House: The Quick-Witted Communicator

Communication sparks fly! You have a knack for expressing yourself in unexpected ways, sometimes shocking others with your wit and sharp insights. Embrace intellectual challenges and explore diverse perspectives.

4th House: The Unconventional Home

Your home life is anything but ordinary! Expect sudden changes in your living situation or unconventional family dynamics. Embrace the opportunity to build a unique and authentic haven.

5th House: The Rebellious Creator

Your creativity thrives on breaking the rules! You're drawn to avant-garde forms of expression and unexpected romantic encounters. Embrace your uniqueness and challenge conventional notions of love and pleasure.

6th House: The Unorthodox Work Ethic

You disrupt the traditional work environment! You might embrace unconventional methods, challenge authority, or switch careers unexpectedly. Embrace innovation and find a work space that allows you to be your authentic self.

7th House: The Unpredictable Partner

Relationships take an excitingly unpredictable turn with Uranus. You might attract unconventional partners or experience sudden changes in your partnerships. Embrace open communication and respect for individual freedom.

8th House: The Transformational Journey

Expect unexpected transformations in your personal power and finances. You might experience sudden inheritances or losses, prompting deep personal growth. Embrace the power of change and learn to let go.

9th House: The Globe-Trotting Explorer

Embrace adventure! Uranus fuels your wanderlust and desire for unconventional travel experiences. You might be drawn to exploring hidden knowledge or challenging traditional beliefs. Embrace open-mindedness and diverse perspectives.

10th House: The Unlikely Star

Your career path is anything but predictable! You might experience sudden success, unexpected career changes, or unconventional leadership styles. Embrace innovation and find a career that allows you to express your unique vision.

11th House: The Social Revolutionary

You attract like-minded rebels and dreamers! Your friendships challenge the status quo and inspire social change. Embrace collaboration and use your network to make a difference.

12th House: The Intuitive Visionary

Uranus awakens your hidden potential and psychic abilities. You might experience sudden flashes of insight or unconventional spiritual experiences. Embrace introspection and connect to your inner wisdom.

Remember, Uranus' influence is just one piece of your unique astrological puzzle. Embrace the spark of unpredictability it brings and use it to forge your own extraordinary path!

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LONG MOSTLY UNEDITED POST AHEAD! tl;dr Eureka’s devs made the unconventional choice to create an imbalanced, volatile, and deadly tabletop combat system, and it helps make the game really good at telling detective stories. If you’re ever making a game that’s inspired by genre fiction, you shouldn’t be afraid to copy tropes that other games don’t normally use. Also, check out Eureka! It’s incredibly fun to read and play, and a master class in thoughtful game design. Full write up below.

One underrated aspect of @anim-ttrpgs’s Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy that I think tabletop designers should look to for inspiration is the fact that it doesn’t shy away from the conventions of its genre, even if they conflict with the conventional wisdom of how TTRPGs usually work. Eureka wants to be a toolkit for mystery stories in the vein of Agatha Christie-style mystery novels, film noir, or detective TV shows like Columbo and Kolchak, and it’s willing to bend tabletop gaming tradition to do that in a way that seems limiting, but actually increases the potential for compelling and appropriate stories.

The example that made this observation come up for me is the choice to create a crunchy, tactical combat system where guns and explosives absolutely break the power curve. Usually, in games that are heavily opinionated about combat and dangerous situations, the goal is for the player characters to fight with finesse and skill, often growing in power over time, and to that end there are many viable strategies that all scale massively as the players upgrade them. This is a great way to allow for fights that feel balanced, larger than life, and satisfyingly heroic. It’s also not remotely what Eureka does.

Eureka’s combat isn’t meant to emulate a modern action film, a high fantasy adventure, or a shonen anime. It aims to emulate the deadly, fast paced, environmentally driven heightened realism of action scenes in classic film noir, and to do that, it’s brave enough to ask its players to change their expectations about what a crunchy combat system looks like. Combat moves quickly, it’s physically and mentally taxing on the people involved, it’s character driven, and it is supremely dangerous. That’s abstract, but it’s pretty clear from the rules about weaponry: any bullet can incapacitate an average person in one shot, and explosives instantly kill people within their blast radius.

That’s of course not the only thing driving the danger of Eureka’s combat — another fun figure is that it only takes ten good punches or kicks to incapacitate or kill someone — but I think it’s a good way to get at the core of what Eureka tries to do: it forces you to consider what options actually make sense and create opportunities for interesting stories.

Eureka doesn’t want investigators valiantly charging across a battlefield to push up against their assailants or anything, because the stories it tries to produce are very grounded in depicting how unlikely that is to work. (If a character in a vintage noir film gets shot anywhere in their torso or head, they aren’t likely to survive without intensive medical attention, and Eureka is faithful to that!) Eureka wants people to scope out the location to improve their strategy, make smart use of ambushes and weaponry to get an advantage on people who threaten them, and run away or avoid combat if they come across someone they can’t handle.

This extreme volatility massively limits the reliability of characters’ abilities and ensures that far fewer options are available in combat, which seems like it would be less fun, but it’s quite the opposite. The action sequences that Eureka produces are incredibly engaging and fun to play out, because it makes smart use of tried and true tropes to make fights in mystery stories feel compelling and relevant. Heightened realism, danger, and desperation are important to mystery genre fiction, and Eureka seeks to put the players in that headspace. Fights are swift, violent, and often primarily decided by who had better plans and supplies. That’s by design.

There are a lot of great interactions that are enabled by this design philosophy — if a mafia goon pulls aside his jacket to reveal a handgun in his waistband, Eureka encourages the players and characters to take it seriously, because using a gun is seriously raising the stakes! That’s a trope that’s commonly used in all sorts of media, but if guns were easy to deal with, it would make no sense to worry about it. Creating a system that reflects how threatening guns can be in mystery stories and real life is a great way to avoid ludonarrative dissonance and encourage genuine character interactions, and Eureka is oozing with other design tidbits that accomplish similar things. (Hell, half the trait list is basically just there to allow investigators to embody classic genre tropes, and it’s awesome.)

(Deadly weapons in Eureka are balanced by the fact that they and the training needed to use them effectively are often challenging and expensive to get, especially by legal means — which also allows for some interesting social commentary on how violence is exceedingly easily enacted by the wealthy and powerful, while the self defense of marginalized people is criminalized and villainized — but there’s enough there for a whole other post, and this one is long enough as is.)

All that to say, if Eureka had blindly gone with the prevailing approaches taken by popular RPGs in this area (and many others), it would not be half as good at what it does — it would just feel like a reskin of some other game, but marketed as investigative urban fantasy. Instead, it’s a wholly original toolkit that lets writers, GMs, and players create their own spins on a classic plot structure in a fun and engaging way. Taking risks, thinking about incentive structures, and comparing the stories you want to tell with other media that creates a similar vibe is what takes an RPG from being just good to being great. If you’re designing a game, you can accomplish a lot by knowing what stories you want to create and honing in on why you enjoy them. And don’t be afraid to adapt ideas wholesale, either. Eureka cites multiple full pages of inspirations for the vibes, stories, and mechanics that make up its identities, and it’s a better game for it.

And, I must add, if you’re looking for a game that’s fun, good at telling stories about people investigating mysteries, has a friendly and active community, and doesn’t funnel money to Wizards of the Coast, a subsidiary of Hasbro, then absolutely consider taking Eureka out for a spin! It’s a brilliant take on the mystery genre that gives players and GMs the tools to explore deep, realistic, and sometimes supernatural situations in an easy and character driven package.