#and i had to scan the double spreads twice and merge them

[rondleberg]

Some pages from my book that was due yesterday. I only have 9½ done out of 28 (and also covers and frontispiece (I don't know what a frontispiece is)) there also aren't any characters yet just the environments. But it'll be okay I'll be okay

[itsmeanyango]

THE SUN IN VIRGO IN THE HOUSES(SUN TRANSIT IN THE HOUSES)

So incase you guys don't know, the sun is malefic and that's what we are going to talk about on the last day of Leo season which is Sunday and the Sun is Leos ruling planet.

Virgo season starts tomorrow and this is what you need to know.

Virgo is a dual sign, the M and the fish at the tail. To me, it means Mother (the M) and child(the fish). Virgo represents facts and order. The Sun is how you see yourself. Most of the things I mention below are going to be your own doing.

If this does not resonate with you its okay, this is a general interpretation which has not taken into consideration every single persons birth chart. But these are the themes you are bound to meet.

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The first house is the house of first impressions. Virgo in the first house means you come off as very orderly and well put together. The Sun transiting Virgo first house means people may see you as the person with facts and very organized during Virgo season(when the sun is in Virgo). The sun will be highlighting you in peoples eyes. You may feel like everyone has got their eyes on you, they probably do because you are acting jittery. If you make a mistake, everyone will know(or in your head you will convince yourself that everyone knows). If you do something good even if you are unaware of it, it wont go unnoticed. You may feel heavily scrutinized by the public or be in a place where everyone is checking your work ethic. Peoples expectations of you may feel like your hand is in fire but you can't remove it.

The second house is the house of your money and survival needs. The sun transiting Virgo in the second house may mean if you are not organized then all your sources of income or survival will be burnt and you will have nothing left. Always save up and in different accounts! I bet people who had this transit before the pandemic began found themselves spending a lot of money or losing money. They may have also had a boost but failed to save so when the pandemic was made official in the news, they were struggling!

The third house is the house of communication. The Sun transiting third house Virgo means your communication may be taken the wrong way. Virgo is ruled by Mercury, Mercury rules communication and is in this house. Virgo as mentioned is a dual sign! What you intend to say may not be received but instead the opposite will. Be very very clear in communication, do not use ambiguity and do not leave room for guesswork! We are in a very digital age! If you are not clear with your communication get what will happen to you online? Your image will be tarnished, burned!

The fourth house is the house of roots, it also represents home. Everyone has their own definition of home. Sun transiting Virgo in the fourth house means you need to be careful making a home purchase if you have this transit as you may get scammed! You may also fail to follow all the procedures for the purchase. You may still buy the home but fail to notice certain things and now your dream of owning a beautiful home is burned! You may also burn very important bridges or have important bridges burnt that are related to your roots due to the discovery of certain factual information. This house is ruled by Cancer(a water sign), so you better check the drainage and water supply in the area you want to purchase a house/home in. Also find out the rains in the area because they might just sweep your house away. You may want to avoid having a house in a valley or near a water body.

The fifth house is the house of romance, love affairs, fertility and self expression. The Sun transiting Virgo in the fifth house means that you may find yourself nitpicking on matters related to this house. You may be doing everything robotically or 'scientifically'. You may act like you have OCD when it comes to dealing with the matters of this house. Rest, don't be so calculative.

The sixth house is the house of health, fitness and organization(order). This is Virgos house. The Sun transiting a Virgo sixth house means that your schedules will be on fire. You may put too much on your plate or insist that you must change your whole life in this month because you want to become a better you. You want to rush the process. So you enroll yourself into gym, you create a packed daily schedule that you force yourself to follow from morning till bed time, you change your diet or suddenly change your routines. Burnout will catch up with you and you may end up spiraling backward. Unless you have an intercepted house, Virgo sixth house means you have a Libra seventh house. If we look at it the Sun transit way, you won't be able to regain balance. You may start overcompensating. However, you probably have another planet in your seventh house which may be beneficial to you. Take things one step at a time.

The seventh house is the house of Relationships and contracts. All types of relationships and not just romantic. The Sun transiting a Virgo 7th house means you need to be very careful of the contracts you sign and relationships you get into because they have the potential to burn you or you them. Use facts and not assumptions or first impressions that look good. First impressions of the matters in this house may be very attractive like gold they end up blinding you.

The eighth house is the house of merging. Anything that is joint is here. Joint is also shared. So whatever you have joint ownership, CUSTODY or partnership of is under highlight over here. The Sun transiting Virgo eighth house may mean: Please keep your legal documents very safe away from fire and water! If you have any critical information as a softcopy, back it up and back it up and back it up more! Keep records!!!!! These records will save you when you are about to be drowned(the 8th house is a water house) in boiling(Sun) water! Triple check your documents, do not let just anyone see them because you never know who wants to get you. The most innocent of souls could be the one to get you! Like your child may accidentally spoil your computer/phone/USB stick/external storage. Be careful around water. Keep your hardcopy documents in waterproof packaging.

The ninth house is the house of travel, higher learning, ethics, and critical/fast thinking. The sun transit ninth house Virgo means you need to have the right documents on matters related to this house. If you have many or any assignments to submit at school, do them very well. No plagiarism at all, this assignments can either break or make your life during this transit. Double check your travel documents especially your covid tests and certificates. Ensure you have carried them when travelling. If you are applying to schools(University mostly), please please check the percentage of OPEN SOURCES THE SCHOOL OFFERS otherwise when doing your thesis you will have a very very difficult time. If possible, visit the school environment and see if it is worth it, some school environments are tough especially for students who will be looking for housing near school. Research on the countries you want to visit, please stop going to countries where minorities are suffering because of tourists due to increase spread of the virus and pollution. Be kind. Find out if your ethics are really ethical, you may be very oppressive with your ethics.

The tenth house also called Medium Coeli(MC) or Midheaven, is the house of career, long term goals, structure, experts and father. The Sun transiting Virgo tenth house means someone may be excited to become a dad. Someone might be looking into paternity because they either feel skeptical that the child they are raising is not theirs or their father is not their biological dad as they have been made to believe. I like saying that the tenth house is what they mean by 'things that have been put together in heaven, no man can put asunder', so do not force things or interfere with things in this house. Just do your part and leave the rest otherwise you will be wasting your time and energy. During this transit you may feel like everything is falling into place but you may need to think twice. Virgo is facts and order, do you really have the facts or you think you do and you are just going with it? You may be thinking that things are meant to be, everything may be looking real good right now or real harsh right now when they aren't. Go back to the drawing board and check that your facts are not twisted.

The eleventh house is the house of groups, friends, humanitarianism, technology and the future. The Sun transiting Virgo eleventh house may mean your social circles and activities need vetting. Do you really know these people or do you think you know them? For some, you may not even need to do the evaluation because things will happen in your life that shows you who these people really are. You will need to be very specific about any pieces of technology you buy during this transit, research on it. Then go to reputational shops to buy and not just anywhere that claims to sell. CHECK AND KEEP THE WARANTY. Scan and print receipts because they fade, scan and print the warranty too. Keep soft copies of the warranty and receipts. Take a video of you unboxing the technology so you can catch any damages on camera and return it with proof that it was not your mishandling(this is if the business delivered it to you otherwise they can say you damaged it while transporting it). Check that your anti virus(not those free ones, they are fake. Buy a legit anti virus) is up to date and you do not have any security threats. If you love yourself, please stop clicking ads, stop allowing people to plug anything into your PC, TURN OFF BLUETOOTH DISCOVERABILITY, stop using public WIFI and please close all tabs and running apps when on zoom (or any other such platform)because when you share screen you may not know that your information is out for everyone to see-some of which may be very sensitive-. How humanitarian are you? And do you do things humanitarian in a human way or analytical way just because its what needs/has to be done? You may need to significantly drop the statistics and analytical things when dealing with people face to face. What is your plan for the future? Revisit it and make the necessary changes. If you have none, start writing down one.

The twelfth house is the house of endings, spirituality, dreams and the subconscious. The Sun transit Virgo twelfth house may mean that you need to have detailed end of life plans, pay for them now or start saving up for them now. It doesn't matter if you are just 18, start. What do you need to let go of? Your sick relative who is willing to go but waiting for you to let go of them? A friendship? A job? A house? Unhealthy eating habits? Unhealthy coping mechanisms? Several things you are hoarding? Write down things that need letting go of then start letting go of them bit by bit this month. Have you been doing things subconsciously? Start recording them, you may need to see something. Like a pattern which may be as a result of trauma or your instincts getting stronger or something else. You may need to stop looking at spirituality like a science experiment. You may not find the facts you are looking for but it does not mean people who are spiritual are lost. You may however, find that some things just do not make sense because they conflict each other. Someone may be starting to learn something spiritual. Your dreams, write the down even if they do not make sense.

These are the messages I am able to channel, I have been writing for over an hour. It is 20.22(which is cumulative numerology 6 and Virgo is the 6th Zodiac sign) EAT right now. I have written this through two Horas! I hope this helped.

[dancing-sword]

Catrina’s Story: Bant

I’ve been wanting to do something with Catrina for a while. I’ve had other stuff written out, but this one struck me earlier in the week and I just had to get it out. 

Big thanks to @foxcoloredcat for helping me with the Isolde’s Bant style of talking!

(Also, I don’t know if this needs a trigger warning or anything, but it be bloody.)

Catrina’s Story: Bant

Destasia beat her wings with fervor, soaring over the rolling green Bant hills with haste. She could smell the ozone of the oncoming rain as dark cloud collected above her, but the winds were in her favor and she would be making good time on her quest. Word had spread of a border town, one that had been too close to the encroaching Grixis lands, under siege from roving bands of zombies and hordes. Bant’s forces had already been spread thin in the countryside for months trying to maintain what order they could as the lands merged together, but the Celebrant angel could not stand with there was suffering in her home. As she crested over a hill, a town came into view. It was a small hamlet, no more than a handful of houses having sprouted up around a crossroads. She wasn’t surprised how often it must have been attacked having little in ways of natural defenses and distant location spelling little in the way of reinforcements.

Gliding down to the open town square, Destasia’s stomach began to sink at the gruesome sight. Bodies were scattered everywhere and blood had been spilled on every surface. She carefully stepped through and around the piles of bodies, her head on a swivel as she scanned the scene. Demon corpses and smote zombies went as far as the eye could see, although by the stench they put off she didn’t really have to look around to know that. As she walked further into the town, she found only more corpses and blood and her heart began to fall. Had she been too late? Were there still survivors to save? Should she continue traveling towards the border to stop any possible oncoming hordes?

As she pondered her situation and mourned the dead, a small seed grew in her mind as her gaze continued to wander. Her head snapped looking back the way she came, her eyes retracing every surface as her head slowly cocked to the side and her brow furrowed. It took her only a moment to notice a detail she hadn’t before. Grixis forces littered the streets, but none from Bant.

Her hand moved to her hip, coming to rest on the hilt of her blade as her muscles tensed for action. It was good that no citizenry had been harmed, or at least as far as she could see, but there were not supposed to be a large fighting force in this village let alone the whole area. Nothing was adding up here. Either the people here were able to rally together, stop an invading force without intervention of the angels, and suffered no casualties or something much more dangerous was at work here. Neither option sat well with Destasia.

Suddenly there was an explosion of sound, a roar of pain, in the distance. Destasia’s head snapped in its direction before she launched into a full sprint down the road. Weaving through the buildings, she followed the trail of bodies as the amount of gore got more concentrated as she moved. She dug her heels into the ground as she entered as small courtyard, skidding to a stop. Surrounded by recently fallen enemies, atop the fresh corpse of a large demon twice her size, was a woman half a head taller than Destasia. Her armor was strange, a mix of leather and what appeared to be iron, and left much of her powerful muscles exposed. She hefted a greatsword, an immaculate blade nearly as tall as herself, out of the corpse as she stepped off of it.

“Hail,” Destasia called out. The woman slowed to a stop, making a half attempt at shaking the blood of her boots. Only after that, lazily taking her time with the task, did she apathetically decide to even regard the angel. A bit put off now, Destasia continued, “I am Destasia. ‘Tis good to see someone else alive. I must ask, how didst thou survive? Was this thy doing?”

She found a mix of contempt and condescension in the woman’s eyes, as if she had heard her and was just tolerating the angel’s presence. Before Destasia could continue her questioning, the woman attempted walk passed her. She held up her hand, stopping the woman’s exit and giving her a stern look.

The woman sighed, meeting the angel’s eyes with a dismissive look. “Move or be moved,” she finally spoke in voice bordering on hoarse from disuse.

“My apologies, sirrah. I understand thy wish to leave, but I yet hath questions for thee. Where art the citizens. Surely thou didst not cause all of this?”

The woman continued to lock eyes with Destasia, unflinching. The long tense seconds they stared, the angel was able to study the woman’s face. The woman may have been past a youthful prime, streaks of gray in her orange hair and her skin gaining wrinkles in places, the wear and tear on her face sung tales of many past battles. Her eyes though, the angel found the longer she stared into them the more she felt uncomfortable. There quality to them that reminded her of the oldest Amesha and the Asura, but there was a growing unnatural element that she could not place.

“A half day’s walk north,” the woman said, breaking the silence, “Large barn. Stone windmill atop a hill. They are there. It would give them a running start if they felt the need to flee. Tell them they are safe. Now move.”

The woman pushed passed Destasia, knocking into her shoulder and caused the angel to grunt. The angel reached up and latched onto her shoulder to stop her, but found herself dragged a foot or two only stopping when the woman noticed the tag-along. Still, Destasia held her ground, speaking in a careful and measured tone, “Listen carefully, mortal. Thou hath mine thanks, but I doth believe thou reach beyond thy caste. I am thine protector, nay, these lands. Dost thou need reminded what respect is?”

Despite the angel’s strength, the woman removed her hand with ease, tossed it aside and returned her gaze, eyes now refusing to mask their irritation. “You are correct. You are a grand representative of your kingdom. Slow and posturing power.” She leaned in close. “You are weak. Bant is weak. These people needed protection from horrors they could not imagine and where were you? Do not call yourself a protector when I was the one to answer their cries. If I had any respect to give, you’d have it by now. I will not tell you to move again, but if you try to stop me once more, it will be your last attempt.”

Destasia held back no longer and gave this wretched woman a much deserved back-handed slap with her armored hand. “Still thy tongue, vile creature. If thy wishes to see the strength of Bant, I would be most happy to oblige.’Twill not be a weight on my conscience, I assure thou.”

She watched the woman slowly turned back to face her, lightly rubbing her jaw. Before she could react, the woman threw out a quick, light jab at her stomach. For a second, she thought of her opponent as a normal human, but quickly learned her mistake when the light punch knocked the wind out of her and almost caused her to double over. She tried to ready herself to attack, but felt the woman hook her fingers under her armor and suddenly the world blurred as she felt herself soar through the air. Flaring out her wings, she flapped frantically to steady and right herself and almost tumbled from the momentum as she landed. She looked around, shaking the disorientation from her head, and found that she had been casually tossed down the street, several houses away.

Drawing her sword, she dug her feet in and prepared for the worst. She could see the reason for the carnage now and she wasn’t going to be caught off guard again. The woman took one step, then a second, and then leapt the rest of the distance, landing next to Destasia in an instant. She watched the woman swing down, bringing her greatsword in a wide and telegraphed arc, and brought her own sword up to deflect the blow, but still found herself driven down to her knee as the blade glanced passed her. Using the lower angle, she slammed her shoulder into the woman’s sternum as she stood up.

The bang of armor against armor shook the street as the woman was sent back from the blow. Destasia lunch forward and swung at the woman’s stomach, hitting only air, but forcing the woman further back. She ducked under another large swing, this time going flat left to right, and countered with a flurry of punches to the ribs. Despite the woman’s fearsome strength, Destasia found her horribly predictable and she was going to exploit that weakness. She returned each missed swing with her own blows, catching her opponent’s exposed limbs and dozens of cuts along them. After hammering her fist into the woman’s nose, she saw her opening and swung her blade, hoping to stop short and command her to yield, but the woman feinted at the wrong time and her neck met the blade.

For a second, the two stood there. Destasia’s breath was heavy from adrenaline and stared at the blade lodged halfway into the woman’s neck. Her eyes flickered between the woman’s flat expression and the wound, and after a couple of breathes, she started to calm.

“’Tis a shame,” she said, relaxing her arms, but still holding her sword.

“Quite.”

There was a blur of motion as the woman’s hand shot up and grabbed a hold of the blade’s edge, squeezing. The metal screeched and Destasia stumbled backwards. Her sword was in ruin, half in her hand and half in the woman’s neck, the once connected ends crunched and bent so finely the blade split. The woman casually flicked at the half still in her. It shot out of her like an arrow and embedded itself almost completely in a nearby wooden wall. The angel watched in horror as arterial blood flowed without issue as esophagus and muscle quickly stitched together. In moments, every wound and every bruise disappeared.

“I had expect much more, honestly,” the woman said, unimpressed.

Dropping her ruined sword, Destasia lunged forward again for another punch. This time however, the woman caught to blow, holding back all of the angel’s might with a single palm. In another blur of motion, the woman gripped hard, spun, and threw her through the nearest wall. Wood splinters exploded around the angel as she flew through a kitchen, bounced off the table, and crashed through a window, landing sprawled on the next street over. She started to pick herself up, getting up to all fours, when the woman burst through the wall and slammed her foot into her. All she could do was scream in pain as she soared in a flightless arc. She crashed down into a tiled roof and slid down, landing in a heap surrounded by shattered shingles.

She braced herself against the house, coughing up blooded and wincing at what was most likely some broken ribs. She started to focus her magic into mending herself while she had the moment of quiet when the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stood on end. By instinct, she cast a spell to hasten her step and flew off the wall at a blinding pace. Just as she passed a few feet from the wall, the woman charged through the wall blade first, its tip aimed at where her heart should have been.

With a single beat of her wings, Destasia raised up above the roofs. She needed to heal and keeping her distance was the only way to get this chance. She flew backwards and higher, keeping her eyes on the woman. While she brought one hand to her ribs, a soothing spell flowing into her side, her other went skyward. A light crackled to life in her hand, spreading out into a long bright spear. She hurled one at her foe, and then a second, and then even more. Each brilliant javelin struck true, each one striking the woman without fail.

At first, the woman brought her own arm up to block her face, but as each spell struck her she brought it back down, although her muscles still tensed with each strike. Much to Destasia’s horror, the woman began walking forward. Her steps were slow and the angel hoped she saw her falter when her spears hit, but the woman quickly gained speed. The angel flew frantically back, her spears glowing brighter and hotter as she strained to gather up as much energy in each strike, but the woman would not cease. In a blur of motion, the woman lept again, tackling the angel mid-flight.

The two came crashing down in the middle of the street many houses down the road, the cobblestone path cracking underneath them. The impact let Destasia escape the grapple, but she was too tired now. She attempted another punch, but her pain made her weak and the woman struck back, the quick jab catching her in her shoulder and almost dislocating it. The angel grunted with pain and was thrown to the ground, the woman holding her down by driving a knee into her back.

“A brave attempt,” the woman said, leaning in close. Anger flared in the angel’s chest through the pain. Despite all she did, the woman did not even have the courtesy to even sound tired or pained. “In truth, you actually remind me of another one of your kind. She too stood up to me. She lasted longer, but your courage was much more commendable and for that, I will let you live.”

Destasia wasn’t sure what she felt. Her anger still burned, but some part of her was thankful it was over.

“But...” Destasia’s heart sank as the woman pulled her left arm out, her fingers firmly on her forearm. The angel flailed as the woman grabbed the back of her head, forcing her to look sideways and watch what was about to happen. “There is a lesson here. One that that angel was to carry. One that Bant has seemed to have forgotten. One that will now be your burden.”

Pressure started to build on her arm, each moment dragging on as the woman slowly squeezed. Within seconds, the pain was bordering unbearable and Destasia’s breathing became labored, pain-filled grunts. The woman leaned in even closer, her voice just above a whisper and even, “When those survivors return home, when they see my work, when they find your broken body, and when you are brought before your healers and scholars, they will all ask what sort of monster would cause such a massacre. I want you to talk. I want you to tell them. I want your words to remind them of tales they had hoped were tall, legends they hoped were lies. Because that last one did not speak loud enough.”

Destasia could feel her bones flex, hear them creak inside her. She tried with everything she had to keep her screams down, but tears were streaming down her face as the pain became too much to bear.

“I want them to all know one thing. When Catrina the Slayer says ‘move’...”

The howl that escaped Destasia’s lips was guttural as her forearm shattered. Catrina released her grip, blood dripping from her hand. Her arm was unnaturally mangled in the middle, bent too many time, skin torn from the grip, and blood leaking from it.

“You move.”

Destasia vision blurred as Catrina slammed her face in to stone before going completely black after she did so a second time.

~~~***~~~

Destasia shifted awkwardly in her bed. She was not used to being on this side of the healing house, far more used to traveling the beds and giving her kiss to the brave knights of the land. She had been here for days now, although she wasn’t sure if she should be thankful most had be spent unconscious at first. Not being able to protect her home was far from ideal, but it was better than the onslaught of questions that had seemed to come to her after she first awoke. The details came slow at first, the memories jumbled, but as they came, she spoke.

Thinking back to the battle, she turned to look at a nearby mirror on the wall and stared. She had earned herself a few scars that day. One was a thin line near her hairline, but most were concentrated on her arm. The healers, after many tireless hours mending her arm, said that none of the damage seemed to be too lasting, although she would need to train to recover the full dexterity again.

Her concentration broke as a knock came from the door.

“My apologies, Lady Destasia, but thou has a visitor,” a young attendant apologized as she peered in.

“’Tis not a problem. Please, my Lady, bring them in,” Destasia said, quickly sitting up.

As the attendant stepped aside, a taller angel stepped in. Destasia immediately recognized this angel not only as an Amesha, but a filigree angel, one of the few to travel to Grixis and return with their enlightenment of etherium. Her wings glittered in the light and her metallic feet lightly chiming with each step.

“I am Justina,” the angel bowed, “I wish not to intrude on thy recovery, but… there are details of thine quest I must question.”

Destasia attempted to return the bow from her seat, “Of course, my Lady. Anything.”

Justina looked over her shoulder, contemplating, and quietly closed the door. Turning back, she said, “What do thou knowst of other worlds?”

“...I am sorry, but I do not understand.”

Justina nodded, “Then we have much to discuss.”