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I have a crush on this guy and when I asked tarot cards if he had anyone in his life I pulled the hermit, the king of swords and the devil. Well the first two cards says there is no one but the last card really has something to say. How would you interpret this? Please guys I really need your insight on this, thanks !

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS III

Hi guys, since "Astro Observations III" got more votes in my poll, here we go. Enjoy! Again, these are my observations. Take what resonates with you.

Since Mercury rules over the hands, when it’s strong in someone’s chart, it gives a talent related to the hands. But it really should be interpreted in compliance with the ASC of the person. For example, we shouldn’t automatically assume that the native is good at handcrafting when we see a Gemini Mercury. It can give talents related to writing, handcrafting, sports games involving shooting (it should be supported by Mars as well since it rules over the muscles), painting, etc. It also governs the nervous system, skin, mind, mouth/tongue. So if Mercury is strong, the native might have good communication skills, a good speaking or singing voice / be well-spoken, very smart, learn quickly, have good skin, and be less likely to have nervous problems. Still… We must take the other placements into consideration while guessing.

Let’s say the native has a Mercury-Venus conjunction in Gemini. That means they have a good voice, can sing well, can write well, can paint, can handcraft well… So which one? If the native has Pisces ASC, they will most likely channel this energy into some sort of abstract art like painting. But if they have Taurus/Libra ASC, it can emphasize beauty-related art forms; it can also represent painting but maybe in a more refined, aesthetic form. With Leo ASC, stage presence can be possible. With Virgo/Gemini rising, we can see people who are writers/poets or who write well. With Capricorn/Aries/Scorpio ASC, it can give handcraft/shooting-related sport skills. With Cancer/Taurus ASC, the native can cook very well. With Sagittarius ASC, the native can teach very well. Again, the whole chart should be interpreted—aspects matter too.

This doesn’t mean if it gives one skill, it won’t give the other skills lol. It’s more of a preference of the native. ’Cause it’s clear the native has this potential, but they choose one or two of them to focus on according to their ASC.

If the native has Lilith in the 12th house—since the 12th house represents addictions and escapism too—it can indicate a pattern of being scared to death of addicts in all forms, yet being pulled toward them. Fear is a strong energy that gravitates everything. I fear feeling fear lol.

Mercury square Neptune natives… So hard to communicate with them, for real. Always uncertainty or abstract meanings in their words. It gives tendencies toward lying, distorting reality on purpose or subconsciously and believing that lie, manipulative silence, hiding information, having difficulties with learning, etc. But it really depends on the signs and houses they are in.

With Aries Mercury in the 4th house, the focus is more on selfishness and the emotions of the native. So if the native distorts a reality, it’s what they feel about the reality. If they feel like they were shouted at—even though it didn’t happen—they might say “It’s true ’cause I felt like it! What I feel matters.” If it’s Libra Mercury in the 8th, here comes the manipulative silence and lying on purpose more. Either way, always check twice whenever they tell you something and don’t buy it blindly.

When the South Node touches a planet/asteroid/hypothetical point—whether it’s natal or a transit—it gives a theme of distancing oneself from the toxic traits or indicators of that placement. Let’s say natal SN conjuncts natal Venus or Juno: the theme is to love yourself the most when you’re alone; maybe you’re leaning too much into relationships, so you should distance yourself from this toxic trait.

During SN transits to your personal placements… It’s just wow. I can only give you an example from my chart. During a transit SN–natal Venus conjunction, I finally realized the harsh reality of my relationship and broke up in a peaceful way. Then we got back together, but the relationship ended for the very same reason a couple of months later. During a transit SN–natal Mercury conjunction, I started to communicate more calmly—I used to communicate more aggressively and had a hard time letting go of this trait in the past. But during this transit, it just happened naturally. Currently, transit SN is coming closer to my natal Chiron/Sun conjunction, and I’m curious to see which toxic trait I’ll say goodbye to.

Natives with a Scorpio stellium in the 10th house are most likely very observant of other people and manipulate them to their favor by observing their weak spots. Their words are very well-chosen. Let’s say they have a Jupiter–Venus–Mercury conjunction in Scorpio—this native is liked very much in society, especially in their career. They know what to say to bring luck to their career, and they do it in a very graceful, beautiful way ’cause Venus is there too. Even their anger is elegant. But be careful with them—they do things to manipulate situations in their favor. And they’re the ones who never say anything rude to your face but always gossip behind your back. Lobbying is their other name. While Scorpio might do this with careful silence and a purpose for control, other signs might do it in a different way. Aspects matter too—they show how this energy flows.

Cancer risings and people with a Neptune/ASC conjunction have the most gorgeous blue eyes! Especially Cancer risings—I swear to God, I’ve never seen people so beautiful in my life with this placement. I’m so jealous of them lol.

Lilith doesn’t always bring sexy looks or femme fatale vibes. I know a woman who has a Venus–Lilith conjunction with an exact degree and has never had a relationship—zero sex appeal. Or a woman with Lilith–Mercury conjunction in Gemini who has zero social and communication skills. We can easily say that they keep these sides of themselves hidden or under pressure. So… please be careful with these exaggerated and over-romanticized Lilith interpretations.

Since we’re talking about Lilith, I wanna say a couple words about Lilith transits. When Lilith touches a natal planet, it mostly brings liberation from a stressful situation related to that area, or some drama happens. For example, I broke up with my bf during a transit Lilith–natal Venus conjunction, and that breakup felt like a relief. It didn’t happen in a good way, though—it was a big fight. So… guys, please pay attention to Lilith transits more.

That's it for today, see you on my next post!

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PASSING NOTES IN THE CLASS

He walked toward the classroom. A few minutes earlier, he had overheard the teacher say there would be a quiz today.

“Wonderful… If I fail this one too, I won’t be able to explain it to my family.”

He needed to find someone to cheat from. He paused at the door and threw a casual glance at the students inside. His eyes landed on the class nerd. Definitely a no. He would never let anyone copy. Cross him off. How about the class president?

“He’s on good terms with everyone, maybe he won’t mind…”

That optimistic thought vanished as soon as he remembered where the guy sat—way too far.

 He considered his best friend. He sat right behind him, in the last row. Easy access. But nope. Not smart enough. He walked to his seat with a growing sense of despair, mentally ranking everyone’s academic usefulness.

As he passed the second row, a girl caught his eye.

“Well-dressed, always attends class, grades aren’t bad…”

If only he could convince her…But they’d never really gotten along. She’d never agree to help.

Unless…

Unless his best friend, Aras, was involved. And everyone knew she was into Aras. For like, two years now.

“Then again, what girl isn’t into Aras?”

He was exaggerating. Sure, Aras was popular, but most girls were over him because of his indifferent attitude. But still… things were different when it came to Aras.

Everything was different.

That’s when the light bulb went off in his head. A perfect idea. He smiled and sat down. He turned to Aras.

“There’s a quiz today.”

Aras looked at him silently.

“I’ve got it covered,” he said, flashing a smug little grin.

“How?” Aras asked, curious and a little wary.

“You just have to back me up.”

“What are you planning?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“No.”

Ouch. That was fast. He felt the need to explain.

“We’re going to use Melisa.”

Aras raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. Just then, the teacher entered the room. Conversation over. But before turning to face the front, he winked at Aras. He tore a page from his notebook and scribbled something random:

“Melisa, your haircut looks amazing. Where’d you get it done?”

He handed it to the guy in front. “Pass this to Melisa. Tell her Aras sent it.”

The message made its way forward. The last student passed it to the girl with a hint of confusion.

When it finally reached Melisa, she hesitated. Then looked back at Aras. Aras looked right back.

After she turned forward, he started rubbing his head like he was annoyed, he lightly punched the guy in front of him—not hard, just enough to get his attention.

“You’re messing around again,” he muttered, “but if this goes to shit, I’m making you pay for it.”

The teacher started roll call.

The response had already arrived. He pretended to pass it to Aras but sneakily read it himself first.

“Thank you! My cousin's a hairstylist, I can take you there if you want! =)”

He couldn’t stop grinning. What a naïve girl. Aras would never say something like that. But of course, Melisa didn’t know him well enough to notice. He glanced at her again. She had turned forward, rested her head on one hand, and was now twirling her hair. He nearly laughed out loud. He had to cover his mouth.

“I’d love to—if there’s a discount. =)”

He scribbled and passed the note again. The teacher had finished roll call and was signing some papers.

Another reply came:

“Don’t be silly! My cousin won’t charge you. You’re my friend, after all!”

“Sure,” he thought. “I bet your cousin gives all your friends free haircuts…”

Aras was poking him from behind. He turned and saw Aras giving him a thumbs-up, whispering:

“If you drag me into this, I swear you’re dead.”

Stupid Aras. If it were him, he’d totally use Melisa. Life at school was just one problem after another. The teacher’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

“We’ll be doing the quiz during second period.”

“Perfect timing,” he thought. He started writing:

“Teacher's doing a test. Did you stu…”

Before he could finish, another note arrived.

“Did you study for the quiz?”

He was surprised. He knew Melisa would help Aras if he asked, but this was even before that. For a second, he felt bad. Maybe he shouldn’t have used her like that? Then he thought about his parents. Two seconds later, the guilt was gone.

“Nope. You?”

He sent it off. Then turned to Aras.

“Quiz is handled. Start thinking about how you’ll thank me.”

Aras was spinning his pen. “We’ll see.”

A moment later, another note from Melisa arrived:

“I’ll write the answers on a tissue and pass it to you during the quiz!”

He grabbed the note and showed it to Aras. “Boom. Done!”

He had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. “At least say thank you to the girl…”

For a while, Aras stared at the note, then smacked the guy in front of him on the back of the head.

“Give me all the notes!”

“I threw them away!”

Aras grabbed his hair and pulled—nearly slammed the poor guy’s head into the desk.

“I said give them!”

“Alright, alright, don’t freak out!”

Aras started reading through all the notes. When he finished, he rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh. Then he patted the guy’s shoulder.

“Good job,” he whispered.

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MENISCUS

The warm water hitting his body helped soothe his nerves. He wasn’t usually someone who got stressed easily. But this time, he couldn’t stop the unpleasant thoughts rushing through his mind. A serious injury. It could lead to a permanent disability. “Oh God…” he thought. “Here I go again…” Letting the flowing water wash over him was the best solution he could come up with to drown out the negativity. But it wasn’t working. Flashes of the volleyball match played in his mind. It had all started with a pointless bet. Or rather, he didn’t even know what the bet was. He’d only agreed to play… because of her. He didn’t care about winning. He just wanted to see how she played. Very few people ever sparked his interest—she was one of them. At first, he’d been sure he could beat her with minimal effort. But things had gotten serious, and he’d gotten caught up in the heat of the game. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been that competitive. Just thinking about it made the blood in his veins rush with a strange kind of thrill. Lust. Yes, that girl reminded him of so many feelings he had long forgotten—anger, excitement, fear, ambition, curiosity, surprise… But lust? Was he really feeling that toward her too? He remembered the moment she jumped for a spike; the ball having deflected off a teammate toward her right side. Her entire body had tensed in perfect harmony, her legs spread slightly in mid-air. As she hit the ball, he focused entirely on how her torso flexed so gracefully. Well… maybe not just her torso. Maybe… her breasts. Okay, maybe not a little. “Damn it…” he muttered. Thinking about what had gone through his head at the exact moment she landed and twisted her ankle made him feel awful. Then came that scream of hers— There was something strange in the sound. No—seductive was more accurate. But he preferred calling it strange. At first, he’d kept his distance, watching with cold eyes from afar. But when it became clear her pain wasn’t going away, he walked over to help. “Stay away from me!” That sharp voice and piercing glare. Lust. The doctor had said it was a torn meniscus. She was given a two-week rest order. Whether it would fully heal would depend on how things will progress.

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Tru story.

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Left-Handed Silence

To you— Who took beatings for being left-handed, Whose voice stumbled on every syllable. We haven’t forgotten you.

Sometimes, you fear your heart will finally surrender— And sometimes... Sometimes you wish you were nothing more than the yellow post-it across the room, waiting quietly for someone to scrawl their thoughts upon you, then press you gently against the wall, and simply walk away.

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LUST

Hi guys! I'll be sharing my short stories on this blog, and below is my first attempt at a short story. Hope you like it! Copyright © [gurenomuto], edited by me. English is not my first language, so I appreciate your understanding! If you are into astrology, my second blog is velmiraa

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a dimly lit room. He tried to get up, but something was holding him back. Tilting his head upward, he realized that his hands were tied together, secured to the bed. A wave of shock hit his body. His legs were also bound separately to the bedposts.

Just as he was trying to make sense of what was happening, he noticed someone sitting beside him on a chair. It was her. And at that moment, everything rushed back into his mind.

"Finally awake," the girl said, standing up from the chair.

"You took just one punch. How does someone as weak as you get away with bossing people around? I don’t get it."

She pulled off her sweater, revealing her school uniform underneath. She usually wore pants, but today, for some reason, she had chosen a skirt. After taking off the sweater, she fanned herself with her hands.

"It's so hot."

He could see the sweat at the roots of her hair. If I had hair that long, I wouldn’t have lasted this long, he thought. Her hair was beautiful. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her.

"They're nice, aren’t they?"

She had caught him staring. He quickly averted his eyes.

"Real hair."

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she reached up, grabbed her hair, and with a slight tug, pulled off a wig.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I would never wear my hair that long in real life."

He was stunned. Her real hair was extremely short—barely longer than a guy’s cut.

"It’s called a short bob. Ahaha! You should see your face right now!"

Next, she took off her glasses.

"They're not prescription. I tell everyone I wear them to rest my eyes, but don’t believe that for a second."

She laughed again. But this time, her laughter came out more like a hiss. One of her hands ran through her hair while the other began unbuttoning her shirt.

"What are you doing?!"

The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them. Was she really going to undress? Right in front of him?

The girl burst into laughter.

"How would you feel if I stripped in front of you?"

She had finished unbuttoning her shirt. Then, she climbed onto him, placing her hands on either side of his face. Her eyes were fixed on one particular spot, as if she were analyzing something.

"Looks like I hit you a little too hard. You might be walking around with a bruise for a while."

Again, that hissing laughter. He didn’t know how to feel. The girl in front of him was completely dominating him. It was a feeling he had never experienced before. There was a slight unease in him, but more than that, there was an excitement—an intoxicating desire for this moment to last longer.

Her short hair definitely made her look sexier. Without the glasses, he could see her eyes more clearly. Then his gaze drifted downward—to her neck, and finally to her bra. He bit his lip. A deep wave of lust spread through his body.

A sudden flick on his forehead snapped him out of it. She had tapped his forehead lightly with her fingers.

"If you hadn’t thrown the key out the window, we wouldn’t be sitting here melting in this heat."

This time, he laughed. It was the kind of relaxed, sharp laugh of someone who had just won a victory. The girl grabbed his chin.

"Cut it out. Just tell me where the spare key is."

"Sorry, we’ll have to wait for the real owner to come back."

"Are you kidding me? This is your house!"

"This is where the staff stays."

"Okay… So when is the real owner coming back?"

"I gave them all the day off."

The girl suddenly threw a punch with her left hand. A sharp, pained cry escaped his lips. Then, he started laughing again.

Noticing the blood in his mouth, he stopped for a moment, tasted it with his tongue, then, in a sudden move, spit it toward her face. Or at least, that was his intention.

He must have underestimated her reflexes because she dodged just in time. However, the tips of her hair weren’t so lucky.

She wiped the bloodied spit from her hair with a disgusted expression. Then, she smeared it across his face with her fingers.

"Listen… You can’t do a damn thing to me. I’m several steps ahead of you. So stop wasting my time and tell me where the key is, or else…"

She gestured toward the electric razor on the table.

"Say goodbye to your hair."

He didn’t even hear her last words. Or rather, he didn’t care. His eyes were fixated on her sweaty body. For a brief moment, he imagined her cutting his hair. A sly grin spread across his lips.

"Go ahead. I was going to cut it anyway."

The girl narrowed her eyes.

"Just don’t regret it…"

"You shouldn’t either. By tomorrow, you might find every guy at school with a shaved head."

The girl let out a laugh.

"Every guy? Ahahah! You’re hilarious."

She then calmed down, running her fingers through his hair. He flinched at her touch, watching her closely. Leaning in, she whispered in a soft voice, "Do you really want this?"

She moved closer—so close that he could feel her breath against his face. Their lips barely touched. Anyone watching from a distance would swear she was enjoying this moment.

Somewhere deep in her eyes, for just a fleeting second, there was a flicker—like a small flame igniting. A hint of arousal, perhaps.

He could feel her breath all over his face. The scent of her sweat made his head spin. He had to fight with every ounce of willpower not to kiss her.

Smirking, she whispered again:

"Do you really want this?"

His ears burned. The word escaped his lips before he could stop himself.

"Yes."

She pulled away and picked up the razor. As she slowly turned it on, she spoke:

"Good. Then it’s time to say goodbye to that pretty hair of yours."

The next day, he showed up at school wearing a beanie. When people asked about it, he just said he was tired of his hair.

Apparently, "getting tired of long hair" had become the latest trend. A surprisingly large number of guys had shaved their heads overnight.

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