#and the change in understanding of the sun and moon

[hallowvalley]

For his chart?

1. Cancer is his rising in his lovelock chart and that doesn't surprise me. The moon is cancers home and the moon gives off a feminine aspect and I feel like he is gentle with woman more than other men I have met. He understands his role in the system I believe. I do believe that I just felt like his voice to act the fuck out I think lmfao. Cancers can be clingy and he did come off like that initially I feel like he was trying to get that feminine out of me and it was my circumstances I do genuinely believe I would have killed myself on that unit oh my god. Cancers are nurturing individuals and I can see how that can take a play in his rising for lovelock persona too.

His sun in Aries and his mars in Taurus. is sun in Aries here I can see how in reaction to what happened that he would cut me off. My natal Venus being in Aries I feel like it gives me a better understanding and also his Taurus mars that stubbornness combo is fucking dense to get through. He wanted to forget me and Aries is the childish of the zodiac sign and the most fiery and it was in my Venus I did the same thing and he lingered in my brain until my fucking solar return and than change happened. Like I was myself again and I drew back the more angry he got I think he was embodying that energy and I just kept showing up in my Venus in Aries in a childlike sweet way after like he did with me INITIALLY. I find it so fascinating the patterns in both his and is chart.

His Venus is in pisces in the 9th house. 9th house- religions morals self identity expansion optimism and exploration. He wants a partner he can be in tuned with mentally and spiritually I know he felt a void most of his life too and I think it had to be this way? He wants someone that will challenge him but with love and let him see a different viewpoint in this very dim world. He wants someone he can heal with his subconscious (pisces). Pisces is very dreamy, compassionate, empathetic I feel like me coming back to myself this intensely was a reason I think I genuinely met him for a reason. He told me himself he wanted someone he could grow with but he never has a safe environment to grow in and I want to provide that for him because I know he went through hell too and I know he healed through this too I literally saw him healing I was still focused on my anger but the peace I feel now? I can't explain and he lingers in every corner of my brain. I do believe this was a spiritual connection so thoroughly and the more I reflect? The crazier it fucking seems but the more whole i feel.

His 7th house being in Aquarius like my 7th was in Taurus both our sun signs in each other's 7h. Neptune and Uranus being in his 7th house Aquarius/Uranus/neptune my sun I have that in my natal chart and it makes me laugh but in my 2nd house. He is realistic in love perhaps with aquarius there It may take some time and aloofness after heartbreak I can see that and with Neptune it may feel illusionary and confusing and a false sense of security. Don't want to be held down want to be trapped but a normal relationship? Is healing not being held down. Uranus being there too it could always feel like chaos to him in his relationships or feel like it's to cause him only trouble. He may see the negatives in the two in the romantic aspect with me with Aquarius there but as he healed I felt like he saw me too??? Aquarius are realists and the most aloof in the zodiac sign any threat to that independence? Running. Just like I did.

His north node being in HIS first house represents ego and I believe he has ego death in our relationship. Literally proves the dynamic got flipped. His South node is in his 8th house he was reflecting on me and my anxiety and he ran again just like I lashed out again. But I apolgized. I think that's why I'm recognizing things so clearly now? Like everything feels like it's been right infromt of my eyes.

His lovelock is in Gemini too and I find it also ironic in his 11th house the house of friends.

In his 11th house I can see he feels loved in those social situations I think and I feel so bad about telling him when he was getting a better job I think about it now and I regret it like I didn't mean too hurt him I was just angry because he hurt me again. I apologized because I do want what's best for him and I gope he finds people who value him for him because i saw the people over there and they were fucking awful and I don't know how he did it for years and perhaps I was a lil bit angry LMFAO maybe more than a lil bit and he saw it as a way to destruct him but no I just wanted him out because I see the cycle I interacted with those people with so much kindness and the more they chipped and chipped and chipped the angrier I got because he never deserved that for all the shit he did for them over there god it makes me fume but I know not to act like that again and just talk to him I should have just done that each time and that was my lesson missed too. It was a mutual lesson I feel like. He wants someone who will keep him motivated, loved and inspired that's all I want to do to him I just want to love him lmfao he's my mirror it feels like I keep saying it but god??? What will keep him coming back would be probably that empathy and I find it ironic I was called to be here. To be empathetic and I found him. I got lost in my Injustice and I should have focused on him because it's not my responsibility to tear a whole system down but I can start in the people around me by loving them wholely and wanting what's best for them even in tough situations love persists because that's all we are is love at our core. I think I was meant to love him because that feeling has not left since I met him like?? I don't regret anything because I do love him I just wished I talked to him and I wish he would have talked to me like I chose to put myself through this none of it was on him I don't want him to think it at all because a lot of my life has been quiet spiritually and with him? The loudest it's been in my entire life and I don't think it's a coincidence

Asteroid Lovelock Persona Chart 💘🔐

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The Lovelock asteroid persona chart gives you insight into how you experience, express, and attract intense, soul bonded, possibly obsessive or karmic love connections; especially the ones that feel like they lock you in emotionally, sexually, or spiritually. Think of it as your cosmic fingerprint for the "can't let go" love stories or shall we say SOUL TIES.

Here's what you can find out from this chart:

What Type of Lover You Become in Soul Tied Connections

The rising sign in the LPC shows how you come off in deep, magnetizing romantic connections. Are you magnetic, possessive, nurturing, chaotic, avoidant, or healing?

The Sun and Mars show how you pursue and assert yourself in intense love; what you crave and how you fight to keep or release it.

2. Who you Magnetize or Obsess Over

The Venus placement shows who you're drawn to in a "locked in" way and what kind of aesthetic, energy, or vibe you get hooked on.

The 7th house and its ruler reveal what kinds of long term, high emotion lovers you attract over and over again; often like soul contracts you can't break.

3. The Karma or Fate Around Love Bonds

The NN/SN in the LPC points to karmic love patterns; what you're meant to grow out of or lean into when it comes to long term passion.

If you see Pluto, Saturn, or Chiron making strong aspects to personal planets, expect long, transformative love journeys that may hurt but teach you something crucial.

4. Real Life Themes: How These Love Stories Play Out

This chart shows what themes come up again and again when you're "stuck" on someone like jealousy, healing, power struggles, self-sacrifice, or erotic obsession.

EX: Lovelock in Scorpio in the 8th house might mean you always end up in relationships with deep sexual chemistry but control issues or trauma bonding.

5. Your "Locked" Lessons in Love

Where you find Lovelock itself in the chart (sign, house, aspects) is your key to unlocking:

⇒ How you attach when love gets deep and intense

⇒ What keeps you coming back (even when it's over)

⇒ And what the Universe wants you to learn about love that doesn't let go

Here are some placement observations:

🔐: Venus in Cancer 12H -> You fall hardest for people you feel emotionally safe with, but these loves often start in secret or remain hidden. There could be unspoken love affairs, long distance longing, or relationships where one or both people can't fully commit due to circumstances. You might be known for having one great love that no one ever fully knew about.

🔐: Mars square Pluto -> You attract intense, physical connections that start fast and burn hot but with power struggles, jealousy, or even sexual obsession. Love can feel like a battlefield: hot, heavy, and hard to walk away from. You may "lock in" with people who test your will and trigger deep transformations.

🔐: Moon in Scorpio 7H -> You crave deep emotional intimacy in partnerships...nothing surface level. You're drawn to powerful lovers with an edge, and when you love, you go all in. You often find yourself in long, emotionally intense relationships that change your life and may involve betrayal, loyalty tests, or emotional rebirth.

🔐: Lovelock conjunct Juno in Libra -> You're destined for a long-term soulmate relationship that feels fated. You "lock in" with someone who reflects you, a true mirror. The public may see you as half of a power couple, and this bond might include marriage, collaboration, or even become famous together.

🔐: Sun in Leo 5H -> You attract lovers who treat you like royalty or center stage partners. Your "locked in" love stories often involve drama, passion and creativity; possibly even romance with performers, influencers, or artists. You might gain public attention for your relationships or be known for high profile love affairs.

🔐: Chiron opposite Venus -> Your most locked in love stories involve both pleasure and pain. You may keep loving someone who triggers old wounds or be drawn to healing broken people. Love might come with cycles of distance, unrequited feelings, or staying in connections you want to fix because it feels karmically necessary.

🔐: Lovelock in Capricorn 6H -> You become most emotionally bound to people you work with or serve. These relationships might feel slow burning, dutiful, and serious but you can't seem to shake them. You may be recognized publicly for dating a boss, coworker, or someone tied to your career/job.

🔐: NN Aries 8H -> You're meant to experience bold, passionate soul-bonded relationships that transform you from the inside out. Your love stories may be possibly through business/love mergers, taboos, or dramatic endings.

🔐: Mercury sextile Uranus -> Your "locked" love stories may start online, through DMS, sudden conversations, or social media. You could fall hard for someone who feels like a mental match or whose mind turns you on. Your love stories may involve sudden or unusual beginnings, long distance lovers, viral flings, or twin flame energy.

🔐: Saturn 4H -> You feel most "locked in" with people who feel like home but love doesn't come easy. Your soul bonds are slow to develop but long lasting. You may have enduring relationships, long term loyalty or building a legacy with someone over time.

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[mcsiggy]

The whole situation started because of this anon >> here << getting mad i draw most of the gods with darker skin.

This Ask Saying I'm changing the gods to be like pop culture characters is genuinely silly since if that's the fucking case, Jesus Christ is also considered a pop culture character since people like to use him in ways that don't depict him in his original version and even drawn fanart of him for CENTURIES.

you're allowed to not like how i depict Hera, but i'm not here to cater to every person who want's a specific version of her. make your own version of her for your liking and block me.

the fucking fact that me drawing the Greek gods, who can change how they look however they want, turn into animals, and even be concepts of things, like the sun and moon, is somehow more realistic and understandable than them having a darker skin tone is RACIST.

None of these fucking anons have given me any form of advice on where i can look up proper references for Greek culture in any way, shape, or form. I'm always up for learning if I made a mistake, but I do meant his that NOT ONE of these anons brought up how i draw the gods in whatever clothes or hairstyles or make up they're in is incorrect or not, no one brought up how i might be drawing the buildings anywhere incorrectly either, or anything regarding cultural norms over in Greece or anything relevant to respecting their culture.

All these anons are only bringing up how I draw the gods not looking Greek enough, all because I drew them with darker skin. I fucking bet if I had every one of the gods with olive skin or lighter, none of this shit would be happening to me.

I'm not erasing anything from someone, I'm not even taking anything from anyone! I'm no fucking pillar of Greek mythology trivia or knowledge, I can't even make a DENT in changing anything in the stories that have been around for thousands of years. I'm literally just some guy making a story I've never seen before with the Greek gods!

the fact that multiple anons and people have been making fun of me, insulting me and accusing me of not respecting the culture, all while giving me little to no advice on how i cam maybe work on respecting the culture shows they don't care about what they're saying, they just want to police me because god fucking forbid I design someone with darker skin and say they're Greek.

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It was supposed to be a simple case. A three-day job. In and out. A few dead veterans, strange markings, probably a demon. But nothing about this town sits right, and the deeper they dig, the darker it gets. Dean’s distracted. Sam can feel it in his gut. Something old is watching. Something hungry. And it’s already started collecting. Secrets don’t stay buried, love doesn’t change fate, and time is running out. 

「 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 ���𝓮𝓪 𝓔 𝓢𝓸𝓾���𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓷 𝓢𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓴𝓼 」

in this chapter... the case is far from getting solved—it keeps on getting messier. one soul sacrificed, one heart getting played, and too many secrets starting to crumble.

wordcount. 2727 type. dark mystery

warnings. ritualistic use of blood, graphic descriptions of mutilation, body horror, and death, consensual character death, implications of sexual content, mild language, occult themes, emotional manipulation.

The wind howled like a living thing, clawing at the rotted barn walls, making the hanging chains above sway and clink like restless bones. Inside, the only light came from the flickering circle of candles on the dirt floor—twelve flames, evenly spaced, licking shadows up the wood like a warning.

A figure knelt in the center. Cloaked, hood pulled low, hands steady. Before them, carved into the packed earth, was a ring of ancient sigils, each line meticulously drawn with what could only be blood. Real blood. Still wet in places.

At the edge of the circle stood a man. Tall. Weathered. Skin like old leather, sun-scorched and battle-tough. Military, from the look of him—his stance, his stillness. His name had once meant something. Maybe it still did, in places that didn’t reek of mildew and magic.

But here, he was just a body.

The cloaked figure stood slowly, pulling a pendant from beneath their robes. A small, silver moon, dull with age. It pulsed faintly, like it had a heartbeat of its own. The old man’s eyes dropped to it, and instead of flinching, he smiled.

"You understand what you’re offering?" the figure asked. The voice was androgynous. Measured. Calm, like they weren’t about to rip a man’s soul from his skin.

The soldier nodded once. “Fear’s a luxury. My war ended a long time ago.”

A pause. Then, from beneath the hood: "You won’t go where they’ve gone. You know that, right?"

“I read the terms,” he rasps. “One last mission. Then peace.”

“You misunderstand. There’s no peace where you’re going. Only permanence.”

He opens his eyes then—glass-blue and clouded by age, but determined. “It’s more than I’d have gotten rotting in that VA hospital.”

Another pause. There’s a tilt of the head, birdlike. “You’ll feel it. Every moment. You’ll remember the body you left behind.”

“Good,” he says. “Let it hurt. Let it count.”

The figure stepped forward, lifting the pendant. The moon glinted as it caught the candlelight, casting ghost-light over the soldier’s face. The sigils around them flared to life, crimson bright, humming with power older than any name still spoken.

Then came the blade.

Curved. Ceremonial. Ancient.

It slid from the figure’s sleeve with a whisper.

The soldier didn’t flinch. He pulled his shirt open with shaking fingers, baring his chest. His heartbeat pounded in his neck, but he stood tall. Like he was walking into battle one last time.

“Say it.” The figure’s hand pressed against his sternum.

Cold. Then heat.

“I give my soul freely,” he whispers, voice thin but steady. “To the Phantom Queen. To the battle crow. To the one who watches death and drinks from the bones of the fallen.”

And then—

Screaming.

The old man screams.

But not from fear. From the soul being peeled from his bones. From the fire that crawled under his skin and filled his lungs with smoke that wasn’t smoke at all, but memory. His worst ones. All at once. Like time cracked open and poured every horror he’d survived back into him.

The figure’s lips part. A song-like melody escapes.

It’s not music—not really. It’s closer to a dirge, a war cry made of syllables no living mouth should shape. The voice scrapes against the air, dragging invisible claws across the circle. The sigils blaze. 

The pendant drank it in.

It pulsed brighter, brighter, casting silver shadows over the blood-soaked sigils. The old man’s eyes rolled back, but he never begged. Never broke.

He just whimpered in broken whispers as the light left his body.

"I've warned you: the worst is yet to come."

His body dropped. Empty.

The pendant dimmed, but not before the soul shimmered once inside the glassy surface—trapped. Bound.

The cloaked figure knelt again, cradling the moon against their chest. For a moment, there was silence.

And then a soft, female voice.

“I’m sorry.”

She stood, kicking sand over the sigils, snuffing out the candles. As the barn plunged into darkness, the only thing left glowing was the pendant.

And deep in the trees, something answered back.

A sound like wings.

Like war.

Dean hums as he slides his keys into the motel room door, a coffee cup in one hand and a faint scratch on his neck that he’s not even pretending to hide. The door sticks on the frame—everything in this place is about three decades overdue for a fire—but he gives it a good kick and steps inside, freshly showered, full of sin, and feeling very pleased with himself.

He even whistles. The audacity.

The room smells like cold takeout and frustration, the curtains barely letting in the late-morning light. Sam is hunched over the table with his laptop open, surrounded by an avalanche of newspaper clippings, open books, and what appears to be a very aggressively highlighted map of Elderspring. His eyes snap up the second Dean walks in.

“You’re alive,” Sam says flatly. “How generous of you to confirm that.”

Dean pauses mid-sip. “Wow, no ‘good morning’? No ‘how was the sex, Dean’? Honestly, I’m hurt.”

“Where the hell were you last night?”

Dean shuts the door with his foot, casually tossing the coffee onto the table. “Oh, you know. Local sightseeing. Meeting the locals. Taking in the cultural ambiance.”

Sam glares. “So Olivia.”

Dean grins. “Olivia.”

“You left for burgers.”

Dean throws up a hand. “And I got… buns.” He gestures to himself, shirt slightly rumpled, belt hanging on by the grace of God. “You’re welcome for not coming back and traumatizing you.”

Sam leans back in the chair, pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s reconsidering his life choices. “I called you. Four times.”

“My phone died.”

“Your phone didn’t die, Dean. It was turned off.”

Dean shrugs, pulling off his jacket like he’s on vacation. “Battery-saving mode. Climate crisis. You’re always telling me to think ahead.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re grumpy.” Dean flops onto the nearest bed, stretching like a cat in the sun. “C’mon, Sammy. Lighten up. I got laid. The world's a little less grim today.”

Sam snaps his laptop closed with a little more force than necessary. “In case you forgot, we’re working a case. People are dying, and you’re out screwing the waitress.”

Dean sits up, expression hardening just slightly. “And I’m still here, aren’t I? I didn’t ditch the case. I just… took a break.”

Sam stands, pacing now, fueled by caffeine and disappointment. “You’re reckless, Dean. What if something had happened to you? I didn’t know if you were possessed, kidnapped, or bleeding out in a goddamn dit—”

The low crackle of the police scanner sitting on the bedside table hisses to life.

“…units responding to possible homicide at Carter’s Farm off Route 6. Single victim. Scene is… unusual. Coroner requested immediately. Repeat, coroner requested. Unit 42 en route.”

Dean’s head snaps up. Sam is already moving, shoving clippings aside to grab his jacket.

Dean stands too, all trace of smugness gone. “That was fast.”

Sam nods. “Too fast.”

Dean snatches the Impala keys from the nightstand. “Alright. Guess our break’s over.”

Sam grabs the EMF and a fresh clip of salt rounds. “You think it’s connected to the other murders?”

Dean’s jaw tightens. “We’re about to find out.”

The Impala roars down Route 6, gravel crunching beneath the tires as Dean swerves onto the long dirt path leading to Carter’s Farm. A rickety wooden sign swings lazily in the wind, half-hinged and nearly illegible, but the cluster of flashing lights up ahead is unmistakable.

Two squad cars, an unmarked black SUV, and the coroner’s van. Rural response, full force.

Dean throws the car into park and slaps on his best fed face. “You ready?”

Sam, already pulling out his badge, doesn’t answer. He’s been stewing in silence since the scanner call. Even now, he barely looks at Dean as they step out and approach the yellow tape snaked around the barn like crime scene garland.

“Hold up,” a deputy says, hand on his belt. Young. Nervous. Probably the first actual homicide he’s seen.

Dean flashes the badge. “Agents Michaels and Tanner, FBI. Got word from your sheriff about a possible federal link. We’re here to take a look.”

The deputy nods, eyes wide. “Right. Uh—he’s inside.” Inside is a relative term. The barn is more ruin than structure—partially caved roof, dust motes dancing in shafts of sunlight, the smell of old hay, iron, and something sharp enough to make Dean’s nose twitch. “But I gotta warn you… it’s bad.”

The body’s laid out in the center like a goddamn offering.

Old man. Military ID beside the corpse. Dog tags clenched in one hand, the other sliced clean at the wrist. A circle of scorched earth surrounds the scene, blackened grass and smudged red paint—or blood—forming half-legible Celtic shapes Sam’s already photographing.

“Jesus,” Dean mutters under his breath. “They weren’t kidding.”

Sam’s crouched near the edge of the sigil. “It’s not sulfur. No EMF spike, either.”

“Then what the hell is this?” Dean kneels, inspecting the symbols. “These look older than Bobby’s usual demon crap. You recognize any of it?”

Sam shakes his head, mouth tight. “Some are definitely Celtic. Same style as the ones from the first scene. But this—it’s more complete. Like a ritual circle.”

Dean’s brow furrows. “So, not a demon?”

“No sulfur,” Sam repeats. “No signs of possession. Just this.”

Dean doesn’t say anything for a second. He just stares at the marks, lips pressed in a line, fingers twitching near the grip of his gun. Not like he’s about to draw it—more like muscle memory. Habit. The kind that settles in your bones after a decade of monsters.

Finally, he mutters, “So if it’s not demonic, what the hell burns the ground like that?”

Sam stands, brushing dust from his jeans. “Witchcraft, maybe. But this it’s not like any coven crap I’ve seen. These symbols are older. Like, ancient.”

Dean runs a hand down his face. “Fantastic. Another flavor of freaky we don’t have a playbook for.”

Sam’s already snapping photos. “I’ll send these to Bobby, see if he can make sense of it.”

Dean stands, gaze still fixed on the body. The dog tags clutched in the old man’s hand catch a glint of light—something weirdly solemn about it. “You think he was part of the ritual? Or just a victim?”

“He wasn’t just killed,” Sam says, rising. “He was used.”

The air feels colder suddenly. Thicker.

Dean turns toward the entrance of the barn, instinct prickling at the back of his neck. “Well, if this is a spell or ritual or whatever, someone lit it up last night. And they’re probably gonna do it again.”

“Agreed,” Sam says, already pulling out his phone. “We need to know more about him—his service record, next of kin, why the hell he was living way out here. Maybe something ties him to the last victim.”

Dean’s quiet a second, watching the circle of scorched dirt like it might blink. “Whoever’s doing this… they’re not sloppy. That’s the part that gets me. This?” He gestures to the scene. “It’s surgical. Clean. They knew what they were doing.”

Sam gives a short nod. “And that makes them ten times harder to catch.”

Just then, footsteps echo behind them—boots crunching gravel.

A young deputy peeks in, trying not to look directly at the body. “Uh—Sheriff says to wrap it up. Coroner’s pulling in now.”

Dean tips an imaginary hat. “We’re all yours. Just let us take our last look.”

The deputy scurries out like the barn walls might bite him.

Dean turns back to Sam. “You know what this means, right?”

“We’ll still be here on Friday.”

It’s past midnight when Dean pulls up outside the diner.

The Impala idles with a soft purr, headlights cutting through the quiet. The place is closed, obviously—chairs flipped on tables, blinds drawn, the “See You Tomorrow” sign hanging crooked in the window. But the parking lot still smells faintly like burnt fryer oil and sweet tea spilled in heat.

Dean kills the engine and exhales hard through his nose. He doesn’t even know why he came.

Scratch that—he knows exactly why.

His brain’s still chewing on the Carter’s Farm scene like it’s gristle. The kind of death that sits wrong in your gut no matter how many bodies you’ve seen. He can still see the circle. Smell the iron and ash.

And Olivia’s face keeps popping up in his head like a catchy song he can’t shake. Her laugh. Her damn mouth. The way her fingers curled around his belt loops like she was making a promise.

Hell, maybe he is just tired. Or maybe he needs something—someone—normal to hold onto for five freaking minutes.

He’s debating knocking on the side door when it creaks open.

“Seriously?” Olivia’s voice drifts out like smoke, followed by her leaning halfway into the doorway, one brow arched. “You show up after hours like you’re expecting a private meal. Or a private dance.”

Dean grins, hands sliding into his jacket pockets. “Depends. What’s on the menu?”

“Old grease, flat soda, and broken dreams,” she deadpans. “Kitchen special.”

“Damn,” he murmurs, “you trying to seduce me with that poetry?”

She steps fully into the glow of the porch light, arms crossed, a towel slung over one shoulder. Her hair’s pulled back, neck damp like she just rinsed off a long shift—or maybe something else. There’s a smear on her forearm. Faint. Red. She’s already rubbing at it with the edge of the towel like it’s nothing.

He notices. She sees him notice. Neither of them says a thing.

“I thought you’d disappear on me after last night,” she says instead, voice softer now. “That’s usually the way it goes.”

Dean leans against the doorframe, just close enough to smell her—citrus and soap and something wild underneath. “I told you I’m not usual.”

“Right,” she smirks. “You’re the charming kind of trouble. That’s way more dangerous.”

He chuckles, and it’s real—low and amused and surprisingly warm in his chest. “You always this quick with the sass? Or is it just for me?”

“I’ve been told I’m an acquired taste,” she says, lips twitching.

“Well, lucky me.” He pauses. “I like complicated flavors.”

Olivia tilts her head, searching his face. There’s that twinkle again—light dancing over something deeper. Not sadness exactly, but weight. Memory. Secrets tucked in the hollow of her throat.

“You look tired,” she says finally. “Case got you twisted?”

Dean shrugs, eyes flicking away. “Yeah. It’s not the usual kind of freak. Something about it feels… surgical. Smart. Like we’re being led somewhere and we don’t even know it.”

Her jaw tenses—barely. “Sounds messy.”

“It is,” he murmurs. “People are dying. And whoever’s doing it isn’t making mistakes.”

She nods slowly, gaze drifting past him toward the empty street. “Sometimes the smartest monsters are the ones who think they’re doing the right thing.”

Dean blinks at her, caught off guard. “That’s… weirdly philosophical for a waitress.”

“Maybe I minored in evil,” she says with a crooked smile. “Keeps the job interesting.”

Dean laughs again, full and from the gut, and damn—it startles him. That kind of laugh doesn’t come easy these days. Not with John dead. Not with Sam staring holes into maps. Not with blood on his boots and unsolved murders keeping him up at night.

But her? She makes it feel okay for a second.

He looks at her longer than he should. Then says, “You wanna go for a drive?”

She arches a brow. “Now?”

“I’ve got two coffee cups and a full tank,” he says. “You can pick the station. Hell, you can pick the road.”

Olivia bites her lip, then glances behind her toward the dark diner, the mop bucket waiting, the towel in her hand. Something flickers in her eyes. A choice. Or maybe the illusion of one.

Then she tosses the towel onto the counter and steps outside.

Dean opens the passenger door.

And somewhere, not far from the diner—maybe even the back alley where the trash bins reek and the shadows don’t sit quite right—there’s a metal sink still running. Blood swirling down the drain in thin, tired ribbons. A bone-handled knife sits on the counter beside it, wiped twice, not clean.

Olivia doesn’t look back.

She climbs into the car.

And Dean drives them into the dark.

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I DON’T THING YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS TO ME

This is such a small thing but it’s such a big thing

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PEAK????

them as children/very young:

modern day them:

The Twins of Olympus, forever in balance, the duality of light.

the idea that they look the same as kids, basically indistinguishable but now look different due to their different lives and personalities and how people perceive them

they both changed but they're also the same

(ie, Artemis kept the hair texture, Apollo kept the hair colour)

[soy-bean-factory]

had some thoughts about certain characters having halos with specific looks to them, so i drew it.

//explanation(?) in the tags if your curious vv

[vypridae]

ive been thinking about the episode of masm from today and i think i am so dead set on getting my sun x moon that im making up bullshit

hear me out mk. roxanne didn't really show any interest in sun prior to moon mentioning he loves sun. hell she seemed way more into foxy. so, in my adventures of trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, what if shes trying to prove something to moon? what if shes trying to prove to him that if hes nice to sun maybe he can get something with sun like shes managing to get with him. right. hear me out because i dont like the idea that shes just being a dick BEHEHKJFDHG

[arklay]

RESIDENT EVIL → THE WESKER FAMILY

To the public, little is known of the families behind some of the world’s most renowned bioterrorists, but the question remains: did they play a role in causing their children to walk down the path that they did? Or are these individuals simply ambitious criminals with delusions of grandeur?

For Diana Wesker (née Afanasyeva), her introduction into the bioweapons black market trade was upon discovering her employers were using her research into limb regeneration with salamanders to further their experiments in creating enhanced soldiers, instead of developing human therapies with which she was recruited for. Although the prospect of using biological weapons in the military did not appeal to her, the concept remained fascinating for her own selfish endeavours. Born on the 27th of October, 1963 in Sydney, Australia to Russian immigrant parents, Diana had harsh expectations placed upon her at a young age, ones that no matter how hard she tried she could never live up to. Her mother, Tatyana, was an unfeeling woman, absent for long stretches of time with little regard to how it affected her daughters, much more concerned with her craft as an accomplished opera singer. Viktor was no better. A strict man whose role as father and ballet master blurred, he pushed his girls to one day follow in his footsteps. Whilst Sofia enjoyed ballet, and went on to become a professional ballet dancer, Diana’s heart was set on going into the field of biology. She wished to make a name for herself, separate from her family – to which she succeeded.

Diana was married to former U.S. Marine, Dave Monroe, for only a year until he was declared dead in 1992 after succumbing to injuries sustained in a horrific car accident. Foul play was ruled out while Diana played the role of the grief-stricken widow, but in reality, she had snapped after years of mistreatment at her husband’s hands, and opted for something she could pass off as an accident to be free of him. For years she believed he was dead – and he was, legally – but that proved to not be the case when he found his way back into her life again in 1999. Unbeknownst to her, she had been lied to by the police and coroner, who were paid off by her employers when they took Dave’s body for themselves and used him as one of their first test subjects in developing supersoldiers. Before he could ever hurt her again, Diana’s second husband, Albert Wesker, tracked the man down, captured him and tortured him, before allowing Diana to get her violent and bloody revenge.

The origins of Albert Wesker’s involvement in bioterrorism, alongside his twin sister, Alex, are much different than that of Diana’s. The two hail from London, Canada, but unfortunately, they hold no memories of their lives there, nor what happened to their biological parents when they were eight years old. Agents of Oswell E. Spencer, an aristocratic billionaire and eugenicist, took the twins from their home and executed their parents as per Spencer’s orders. Albert and Alex were then placed in a home funded by the Spencer Foundation where they were given new names and a privileged upbringing. They had access to the best education possible, free to pursue whichever field they decided, but it was by no accident they both went into virology and bioengineering; at home, their adoptive parents – agents whom they believed to be their real parents – instilled them with the beliefs of Oswell E. Spencer, harbouring disdain for war and pestilence, and believing humans to be an evolutionary dead-end in need of a rebirth. They were only two of the hundreds of children “adopted” as part of what is known as Project W, a plan intended to develop an advanced race of human beings. The most promising candidates were headhunted by Umbrella Pharmaceuticals, the twins amongst them, where they went on to create bioweapons for the company founded by none other than the man who had handpicked them for his plan. The final stage of this was to infect the thirteen Spencer saw fit, however, only two survived; Albert received the intended effects, now possessing superhuman abilities, however, Alex was only offered more time to live due to her terminal degenerative illness.

In the summer of 1995, Diana was working undercover within Umbrella to gather development data on their projects for her company. Here, she had a chance encounter with Albert, an intelligence officer at the time, which permanently altered the course of her life. The two were never seen far from one another’s side, marrying in 1998, and they went on to become notorious in the bioweapons industry. The development of the Uroboros virus was where things took a turn for the worst. Although Diana’s infection was successful and she bore abilities that rivalled her husband’s, the plan itself did not succeed as they had hoped, and almost cost Albert his life at the hands of his former subordinates.

Now, they work within the shadows, with Diana declared missing and Albert believed to be dead. Their legacy, however, lives on with the mark they left on the world. As visionaries in their field, they influenced bioterror attacks carried out by countless individuals and organisations. In turn, they also inspired others to fight against such atrocities. One such person happens to be Albert’s son from a former relationship, Jake Müller, whose existence he was unaware of.

[jeweled-blue-eyes]

Me, delulu: Y'know they only said that Lleu llaw was born blonde, not that he kept being blonde(I want him to have silver hair like Arianrhod, forsaken son looking like his mom pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease)

Blonde hair can look white. In Finland there are some people which have icy blonde, almost white hair, especially children. It's the type of blonde hair I image Medraut has.

[mixtapedoh]

bts bias order go

omg marry me ♡♡♡♡♡. LINDSAY DON'T LOOK AND DON'T @ ME

namjoon -> hobi -> yoongi -> jin -> tae -> jungkook -> jimin

✩⡱ send me a group and i'll tell you my bias order

[dargonpoop]

loving all this strike action while pluto is stuck in retrograde at the anaretic degree of capricorn sometimes it really is too uncanny

[jestiamy]

I don't know if I've ever mentioned this before, but Venera's name actually means venus. which, while not seeming overtly necessary information at first glance, actually is something I was losing my mind over yesterday because. the three brightest objects in the sky, in order, are the sun, the moon, and venus.

[kurzler]

a quick psa to anyone recently getting into greek mythology and is a victim of tumblr and/or tiktok misconceptions:

-there is no shame in being introduced to mytholgy from something like percy jackson, epic the musical or anything like that, but keep in mind that actual myths are going to be VERY different from modern retellings

-the myth of medusa you probably know (her being a victim of poseidon and being cursed by athena) isn't 100% accurate to GREEK mythology (look up ovid)

-there is no version of persephone's abduction in which persephone willingly stays with hades, that's a tumblr invention (look up homeric hymn to demeter)

-as much as i would like it, no, cerberus' name does not mean "spot" (probably a misunderstanding from this wikipedia article)

-zeus isn't the only god who does terrible things to women, your fav male god probably has done the same

-on that note, your fav greek hero has probably done some heinous shit as well

-gods are more complicated than simply being "god of [insert thing]", many titles overlap between gods and some may even change depending on where they were worshipped

-also, apollo and artemis being the gods of the sun and the moon isn't 100% accurate, their main aspects as deities originally were music and the hunt

-titans and gods aren't two wholly different concepts, titan is just the word used to decribe the generation of gods before the olympians

-hector isn't the villain some people make him out to be

-hephaestus WAS married to aphrodite. they divorced. yes, divorce was a thing in ancient greece. hephaestus' wife is aglaia

-ancient greek society didn't have the same concepts of sexuality that we have now, it's incorrect to describe virgin goddesses like artemis and athena as lesbians, BUT it's also not wholly accurate to describe them as aromantic/asexual, it's more complex than that

-you can never fully understand certain myths if you don't understand the societal context in which they were told

-myths have lots and lots of retellings, there isn't one singular "canon", but we can try to distinguish between older and newer versions and bewteen greek and roman versions

-most of what you know about sparta is probably incorrect

-reading/waching retellings is not a substitute to reading the original myths, read the iliad! read the odyssey! i know they may seem intimidating, but they're much more entertaining than you may think

greek mythology is so complex and interesting, don't go into it with preconcieved notions! try to be open to learn!

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Not main tagging this rn but it like lowkey kind of fucks me up how many of Jill's scenes with Clive you could give to another character and it would either fit that character better, or it just kind of dawns on you how little it would change the overall story if you removed the connection to Clive and Rosaria from her character and just left her time in the Iron Kingdom forced to fight in the war for the sake of innocent people (and her consequent struggle over killing)

[8housevenus]

attraction-spicy astrology observations

1st house venus - naturally enchanting, perceived as beautiful and attracts opposite sex easily, very positively alluring.

1st house pluto/scorpio rising - deep and intense, when involved with one there's plenty of sexual attraction and forbidden chemistry that exudes from them. very influential and persuasive.

libra moon - charming and witty, flirtatious and knows how to dig deeper to make you like them more. easy to create emotional attraction to them.

moon in 4th - private and a hidden gem, selectively tempting to those who they can see deep connection with.

pluto in 7th - brings lots of change and transformation to their partners. socially accepted as a very intimidating beauty. very high awareness of their promiscuous behavior. hidden or even open admirers.

pluto-venus/mars aspects - powerful feminine and powerful masculine, wouldn't see it unless you get to know them. very domineering individuals, prefers to have the upper hand always.

lilith-ascendant aspects - can be sexualized even overly by others, can attract dislike because their magnetism is so strong. radiates a very 1 of 1 energy, extremely forward and confident in their sexuality.

lilith-venus/pluto aspects - very desirable by other people, always knows what they want and have a good sense of control over themselves. they really are if looks could kill.

jupiter/venus in 8th - captivating and fancied for their understanding of other's needs. a guilty pleasure; people drawn to their mystery & tempting image, desired in secret.

mercury-venus/moon apects - flirty mouths, openly complemented on their bodies or demeanor. has a sultry & calm voice.

taurus/libra mars - can have pretty private parts, (mars represents our reproductive organs, blood, energy). sidenote: taurus mars might prefer slow oral and dirty talk in the bedroom, libra mars prefers switching it up and grabbing/grabbed by the thighs.

capricorn mars - capricorn is exalted here, very expressive in sexual act, puts pressure and loves to take control. likes to be on top, especially if it's a man, usually goes for more submissive women, and if it's a woman, she goes for men who are more domineering than her.

pisces in jupiter/venus/mars - pretty shlongs/kittys.

sun-venus/moon aspects (especially if sun, venus, or moon is in 10th/5th) - might like to take photos of their lady parts or be recognized for their lady parts.

8th house stellium - prominent scorpion energy; seems inexplicably fascinating upon coming across them. there's an intensity that is not easily breakable; this suspicion makes them seem so out of reach when they're next to you.

venus in 12th - attracts secret admirers, stalkers, people dream of them a lot and even daydream about them. they see and are seen through rose-colored lenses, and you wouldn't even come to realize it.

sun in 8th/scorpio sun - very obvious, masters of sexual charm, very goodlooking and has attractive energy.

virgo mars/ 6th house mars - very submissive and carries themselves with a very "pure"-like energy which can attract very suspicious people. be careful of people who want to use you.

sagittarius mars/ascendants - tend to have thicker legs.

capricorn venus - loves to have their chins and hands touched, likes to make their partner go on their knees for them.

uranus in 12th - has kinks that they prefer to hide and has very unique ways of giving pleasure. might like to drizzle on oddly specific body parts or likes to use toys, chains, foreplay.

saturn-mars aspects - loves it slow & steady, likes to be the one being in authority in the bedroom. might like utilizing their fingers in their partner.

4th house mars - might enjoy having their breasts, nipples, stomach kissed or played with.

mercury-jupiter aspects - likes talking their partner through it during oral.

12th house mars - prefer to be submissive and do a lot of spitting, especially on their lower parts or on their partner.

9th house mars - likes men/women from different ethnicities/cultures/backgrounds, might even travel a lot just to see different people.

risng/mars in degrees of taurus, libra, leo, capricorn, gemini - might like to accessorize themselves with jewelry or try to enhance their bodies in some way to appear more luxurious. (belly buttons, tattoos, piercings, bracelets, necklaces, nail polish, rings, etc). material gwoorls.

thank u guys for reading all the way!!

[theskywithin]

Love Edition: The Love Your Sun Sign Wants Vs. The Love Your Moon Sign Needs

There’s the love you chase, the love that ignites something familiar within you, the love you want. And then there’s the love that unsettles you, the one you secretly need, the love that holds a mirror to your soul and dares you to receive it.

Your Sun sign reveals the love you desire, the one you crave like a habit. Your Moon sign uncovers the love that scares you, the one that could truly set you free.

Find your truth below.

Aries Sun: You want a love that strikes like lightning, that roars like a war drum, that meets you in battle with fire in its veins. A love that is fearless, reckless, a storm that never stills. You crave someone who chooses you with the force of an unshaken belief—who runs toward you, never away.

Aries Moon: You need a love that doesn't demand a fight to feel real. A love that holds you even when you are still, when you are silent, when you are unguarded. You need someone who doesn’t conquer you, but softens you, teaching you that love is not a war—it is the quiet after the storm.

Taurus Sun: You want a love that is steady as the earth beneath you, unshaken by time, untouched by uncertainty. A love that lingers in the scent of skin, the weight of a familiar touch, the promise of a thousand tomorrows. You crave a love that never leaves, that stays wrapped around you like warmth you can always return to.

Taurus Moon: You need a love that is not afraid of change. A love that whispers, "trust the unknown," that teaches you that permanence is an illusion and the only certainty is the present moment. You need someone who shows you that love is not possession, it is a river that never stops moving, and sometimes, to love fully, you must let go.

Gemini Sun: You want a love that dances in words, that spills across pages, that never stops shifting, growing, becoming something new. A love that keeps you guessing, keeps you chasing, keeps your mind alight with questions yet to be answered. You crave a love that feels like a conversation that never ends.

Gemini Moon: You need a love that does not need words to be felt. A love that stays in the silences, in the spaces between sentences, in the depths you often avoid. You need someone who does not ask you to explain yourself, but simply understands, someone who sees beyond your laughter, into the quiet parts of you that have never been held.

Cancer Sun: You want a love that feels like shelter, like coming home to open arms, like hands that memorize the shape of you. A love that lingers in old songs, in whispered confessions, in promises that taste like forever. You crave a love that wraps around you and never lets go.

Cancer Moon: You need a love that does not cage you inside of it. A love that does not promise forever but shows up in every moment. You need someone who does not complete you, but reminds you that you were never incomplete to begin with.

Leo Sun: You want a love that shines, one that makes you feel seen, adored, worshipped in the softest way. A love that celebrates you, that sets fire to the world just to warm your hands. You crave someone who loves you loudly, who never makes you question your worth.

Leo Moon: You need a love that stays even when the applause fades. A love that sees you in the quiet, in the shadows, in the moments where you do not feel like a sun but simply a flickering flame. You need someone who loves you not for how brightly you shine, but for who you are when no one is looking.

Virgo Sun: You want a love that is careful, intentional, built brick by brick with steady hands. A love that makes sense, that does not falter, that feels like something you can trust with your whole being. You crave a love that is earned, that is proven in the smallest, quietest ways.

Virgo Moon: You need a love that is messy, that is unplanned, that does not follow a blueprint. A love that teaches you that perfection is an illusion, that love is not something to be fixed, but something to be felt. You need someone who holds you even when you don’t have it all figured out.

Libra Sun: You want a love that is beautiful, effortless, untouched by conflict. A love that feels like poetry, that exists in balance, in harmony, in gentle whispers and soft hands. You crave a love that feels like a fairytale written just for you.

Libra Moon: You need a love that does not fear the truth. A love that is not always soft, but always real. You need someone who does not just love the polished version of you, but embraces the mess, the contradictions, the raw and unfiltered you.

Scorpio Sun: You want a love that consumes, that pulls you under, that binds two souls together in something darker, deeper, unbreakable. A love that is written in fate, in blood, in the stars. You crave a love that leaves a mark on your soul.

Scorpio Moon: You need a love that is light. A love that does not demand suffering to be real. You need someone who teaches you that love does not have to hurt to be profound. You need someone who stays, not because they are bound to you, but because they choose you every single day.

Sagittarius Sun: You want a love that feels like the open sky, limitless and wild, where no heart is tethered, and no dream is too far. A love that moves like wind through your fingertips, light enough to never weigh you down, yet strong enough to set your soul on fire. You crave someone who understands that love is an adventure, a journey, not a destination to settle in. Someone who runs beside you, never in front, never behind.

Sagittarius Moon: You need a love that stays when the world stops spinning. A love that does not feel like an escape, but a home you never want to leave. You need someone who shows you that love is not a road to be traveled, it is a place where you can rest. Someone who does not chase you, but waits, knowing you will always find your way back when love is steady enough to be trusted.

Capricorn Sun: You want a love that is not reckless, but intentional. One that is slow-burning, resilient, something that feels like destiny rather than chance. You crave someone who understands that love is not just words whispered in the dark, but actions repeated in the daylight. Someone who stays not because they have to, but because they have chosen you, over and over again.

Capricorn Moon: You need a love that is effortless, given freely, without conditions. You need someone who does not love you for your strength, but for your softness, the part of you the world rarely sees. Someone who reminds you that love is not something you must build with your bare hands, it is something you are already worthy of, without having to earn it.

Aquarius Sun: You want a love that feels like a secret universe, untouched by expectations, where two souls can exist in their own orbit. You crave someone who understands that love is not meant to be caged, that connection does not need labels to be real. A love that feels like discovery, like endless conversation, like a masterpiece only the two of you can understand.

Aquarius Moon: You need a love that does not just admire you from a distance, but steps closer, close enough to touch, close enough to stay. You need someone who reminds you that love is not just an idea, not just a philosophy, it is something you can hold in your hands. Someone who teaches you that real intimacy does not take away your freedom, it deepens it.

Pisces Sun: You want a love that feels like magic, like something written in the stars long before you arrived. A love that dissolves the boundaries between reality and dream, one that makes the ordinary world feel a little softer, a little more poetic. You crave someone who understands your longing for something deeper, something divine. A love that is not just felt but transcended, that lingers in every song, every sunset, every quiet moment when the world feels too heavy and you just need a hand to hold in the dark.

Pisces Moon: You need a love that is real. A love that does not disappear with the morning light, that does not fade when fantasy is no longer enough. You need someone who loves you with their feet on the ground, not just their head in the clouds. Someone who teaches you that love is not found in escaping the world, but in learning to stay within it. A love that does not just exist in your heart, but in the spaces where life is raw, imperfect, and beautifully real.