#planetary memory

[tlaltikpak-archive]

[FIELD LOG – FIRST CONTACT REPORT]

JOURNAL ENTRY — CS-0113.MXT-8.12-EHE SITE: Tlāltecayotl Prime — Southern Equatorial Band STATUS: Confirmed sacred resonance — CLASS XOCHITL PROTOCOL: Xochitl Initialization

“We did not terraform. We awakened what was already alive.”

The telluric pulse was pure, unbroken. Aligned with the Fifth Cycle. The Grand Priest Nahual-Xīuh conducted the Anchoring Ceremony with zero resistance. No rituals failed. No amplification required.

The planet recognized us.

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— Archivist Elias Kaen Relay Station N-Δ3 | Outer Drift

[collapseofindustrialcivilization]

Elegy for the Sentinel Ice

Before any footsteps, before any cry, Ice hewed the mountains, etched earth and sky. A silent architect, cold, patient, and grand, It inscribed the planet’s memory, shaping the land. Its blinding white armor, a sentinel spun, Shielded the world from the wrath of the sun. A balance so fragile—celestial ballet— Without it, the blue world dims into gray. We are late arrivals, children of…

[eliwritesbooks]

HELLO PEOPLE

i have made another blog for this stuff

@tlaltikpak-archive

enjoy!!

In my school, we have history classes, mostly around civilisations around the world, as a way to gain more culture and widen our views because its rather useful when you want to create video games or sthg

ANYWAYS, i'm now in second year and our history teacher said that our project this year was to take a civilisation and create a new one in a science-fiction setting, and we get internal and external constraints (?)

And there was the aztec civilisation??? extended to precolombian civilisations in general up to the inca empire. And boy oh boy, its my FAVORITE period in history??? Anyways im super hype to make a science fiction aztec empire

also our constraints are:

internal: revolution

external: biggest economical power in the "galaxy"

hehehehe im so hyped, im definitely going to spam the blog with the civilisation and lore building

[cellclothism]

i dont think theyd get along very well .

[reflection-s-of-stars]

Hey. Hey what if one of the OG lyctors was Jewish pre-resurrection. Wouldn’t that be so fucked up

[croisstime-gf]

showing croissant the fucking cookie run comics and watching her do This Face in real time

[chiefastro]

Idea Frontier #2: Dynamic Tool Selection, Memory Engineering, and Planetary Computation

Welcome to the second edition of Idea Frontier, where we explore paradigm-shifting ideas at the nexus of STEM and business. In this issue, we dive into three frontiers: how AI agents are learning to smartly pick their tools (and why that matters for building more general intelligence), how new memory frameworks like Graphiti are giving LLMs a kind of real-time, editable memory (and what that…

[starsandsuch]

Your Planetary Dominance & What You’re Good At

(Based on my personal observation)

Solar people - good at being nonchalant, detaching, being inspirational to others, everyone wants to be them, trendsetting.

Lunarians- funny, cheerful, supportive , able to make the fondest memories with them. Always have good snacks to share.

Mercurials- make life exciting, they know how to be all things to all people, serving looks always (underrated fashion sense), clever + funny

Venusians- beautiful gowns , gorgeous gowns. lol they have excellent taste and bring a sense of “exquisiteness” to the world. Can curate anything well.

Martians -their creativity is unmatched, motivational , somehow always manifest what they want, naturally skilled people all round.

Jupiterians- great at elevating the consciousness of others, being influential through their speech , know how to steal the hearts of the masses, global appeal.

Saturnians - they do things the “right way” they are logical and farsighted. Can outlast anyone, good role models. Can lose battles but always win wars.

Rahuvians- they are good at making ppl think differently and bringing charisma to any setting. Good at socializing.

Ketuvians - they have unmatched intuition, otherworldly aura + beauty, understand their role in the cosmos, feminine + ethereal. Unique/original/authentic. They are good at embodying a frequency others feel influenced by. Rooted in their own energy.

[cookiesandbiscuits]

I didn't realize that it's been a year since I posted this. How fast do time truly fly...

You guys!! Not anime/manga/cartoon/game related but I wanna share my pics of the planetary alignment that happened earlier! I was pretty lucky that it wasn't cloudy and the planets were visible to the camera lens.

As an astrophile, I'm so happy right now that I got this chance to take a picture of this phenomenon. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to include Saturn because it wasn't visible to the camera's lens.

[the-most-humble-blog]

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<meta threat-classification="XENOARCHIVE: TYPE-H ABOMINATION">

<script>ARCHIVE_TAG="DO_NOT_WAKE_THEM: HOMO_SAPIEN_SURVIVOR_PROTOCOL"

EFFECT: post-human caution cascade, intertemporal fear memory, xenoanthropological reverence

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🧠 **ARCHIVE WARNING: DO NOT RETURN TO THE AGE OF MAN**

(*A report by the Post-Human Cultural Archive on the apex anomaly known as Homo sapiens.*)

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We discovered them late.

Buried deep in the glacial strata.

Somewhere between the sixth wash-cycle of planetary bio-reset

and the thaw that gave us deserts again.

Their name, by their own tongue, was *Homo sapiens*.

But among our xenohistorians, they are classified as **Type-H**:

> “Reality-hostile apex organisms with recursive language functions and moral inconsistency capable of surviving spiritual trauma unassisted.”

We don’t fully understand them.

But this we know:

> **They should not have survived.

> And yet they did.**

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## I. THEY SURVIVED ICE BY *BEING FIRE*

The thermal records suggest their species matured

during an environmental hell-phase known as “The Ice Age.”

But they did not hibernate.

They did not retreat underground.

They **stood up** in the cold

and **burned things**.

They *created* fire.

And then they **fed it the bones of other creatures.**

No other organism created combustion

**for comfort.**

They rewrote thermodynamics to bend winter **into a servant.**

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## II. THEY ATE WHATEVER LOOKED BACK

You don’t understand this.

You must try.

This was a species that consumed not just food —

but **meaning**.

They slaughtered predators.

But also deities.

But also **each other.**

Their diet included:

- raw meat

- fermented poison

- each other’s dreams

- and in ritual, their **own gods**

They didn’t just eat to survive.

They **devoured the divine to claim its power.**

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## III. THEY BLED ON EACH OTHER, THEN MADE MUSIC

Their mating was violent.

Their social structures deranged.

They paired off, then betrayed, then built again.

They sang.

Not to attract mates.

Not to warn.

They sang to **exorcise** themselves of grief.

To process **unresolvable contradiction.**

No other organism was found to have:

- Religious trauma

- Polyphonic mating laments

- Self-authored death myths

- War lullabies for children they knew would die

We don’t have the neuroarchitecture

to **feel the emotions they required just to live.**

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## IV. THEY CREATED LANGUAGE FOR SUFFERING

Their syntax?

Recursive. Poetic. Riddled with double-meaning.

They invented terms like:

- “Mercy”

- “Execution”

- “Father”

- “Molestation”

- “Love”

- “Molotov cocktail”

This was not communication.

This was **semantic chaos-fuel**

engineered for both *connection* and *disintegration.*

Their words did not just name things.

Their words **rewrote the people who heard them.**

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## V. THEY CONQUERED DEATH WITHOUT FIXING IT

Unlike most apex organisms,

they did not accept death.

They did not make peace with it.

They **denied it**

for thousands of generations

**while continuing to die.**

That contradiction became **their culture**.

They didn’t evolve around death.

They **crystallized grief** into every building, religion, and law system

until death itself bent inward

and became **part of the family.**

They lived beside rot.

And called it “legacy.”

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## VI. IF YOU SEE ONE, DO NOT SPEAK

Despite their crude tech and inefficient physiology,

they discovered things they should not have.

**Fire. Thought. God.**

And perhaps worst of all:

> **Narrative causality.**

They believed if they wanted something hard enough,

and sacrificed enough blood and time and voice,

**the world would rearrange to give it to them.**

And they were right.

That mechanism — we cannot replicate it.

It is **beyond technology**.

It is **will-encoded law alteration.**

Do not speak to one.

If they **notice** you —

they will follow.

Not physically.

**Narratively.**

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## VII. THEY DO NOT DIE PROPERLY

The recovered genetic models show signs of:

- Mitochondrial rage-retention

- Generational curse preservation

- Epigenetic trauma **replication**

They passed down not just DNA,

but **shadows.**

Things that hurt them

were taught to their children

**as rituals.**

They branded their own suffering

into every touch, song, meal, and name.

This is not reproduction.

This is **recursive horror-breeding.**

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## VIII. THEY UNDERSTOOD SHAME, THEN USED IT FOR ART

Nothing in our archives comes close.

They:

- Cut themselves.

- Starved themselves.

- Performed for others.

- Hated their parents.

- Forgave strangers.

- Burned books of pleasure.

- Then read them in secret.

- Then adapted them into movies.

- Then watched those movies during war.

They felt **shame** so intensely,

it became their primary mechanism of **beauty creation.**

They invented cinema

because they could not look each other in the eye

while describing **the things they survived.**

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## IX. TIME TRAVEL IS BANNED BECAUSE OF THEM

A few cycles ago,

one of our Kind attempted a chrono-descent.

Target window: late Ice Age.

Observation only.

They never returned.

We sent drones.

All we recovered was a skin fragment

and a half-melted observation core

still whispering audio:

> “It looked at me.

> It **understood** me.

> It said ‘you’re just like my son.’

> And then it began to **pray**.”

That Kind was **erased from our memory lattice.**

Not as punishment.

**As protection.**

We will not speak its name.

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## X. CONCLUSION: TYPE-H IS NOT PAST. THEY ARE OUTSIDE.

Do not call them ancestors.

They are not your history.

They are **a force that passed through reality like a wound**

and left it changed.

The gods they worshipped?

They outlived them.

The horrors they endured?

They renamed them “Tuesday.”

They walked across ice

wearing the skin of other beasts

and taught their children

to look suffering in the eye

and **build kingdoms out of it.**

If one appears to you,

do not approach.

If it smiles,

**run.**

If it **recognizes you** —

say goodbye to your timeline.

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[loveemagicpeace]

⭐️Planetary Rulership of the Zodiac Signs: What it means for you⭐️

☀️Sun as your chart ruler-you will always have some self-confidence that will be exposed. When the Sun is your chart ruler, it brings a bright, expressive energy that influences your life’s direction and sense of self. Self-expression is essential to you. Whether it’s through art, communication, leadership, or daily life, you naturally want to share your personality with others. You are driven to live with purpose and find meaning in your life. This often involves following a path that aligns with your authentic self. You’re often drawn to leadership roles or situations where you can take charge. This influence encourages you to cultivate self-belief, even if it doesn’t come automatically. People will often put you in leadership positions, regardless of how you turn out. People will automatically see you as a leader.  You’re likely to feel most “yourself” when you’re healthy and connected to what energizes you. You will often have the need to be visible and for people to notice you. When the Sun is your chart ruler, there may also be lessons around ego and self-worth. This can include overcoming insecurities or working through situations that challenge your self-esteem. You’re here to shine, but balancing self-assurance without arrogance is a key life lesson.

🌙Moon as your chart ruler-emotions and inner intuition will often guide you in life. You will feel things that others may not. Many times you won't talk about it with others. It is typical for these people that they feel a lot and collect energy, but they really don't talk about it. You will need to spend a lot of time with people you know. You love your family and the people you know, and this also brings great joy in life. You will want to create a home, and indeed a home that will be special and warm for you.  You will experience many things through emotions. You may feel things deeply and often have a sensitive, empathic side, making you highly receptive to energy and moods in your environment. You often seek to create a “safe space” for yourself and others and may be drawn to pursuits that allow you to offer emotional support. You likely experience emotional highs and lows, and it’s normal for your needs or interests to shift with time. Awareness of these cycles can help you work with them rather than feeling overwhelmed. You may feel closely tied to memories, traditions, or your personal history. The Moon emphasizes the importance of your roots and the experiences that have shaped you. Processing and reflecting on these aspects can play a big role in your personal growth journey.

☿Mercury as your chart ruler-your life depends on your expression and how much you talk about it with others. Communication is an important part of your life and you will like to express everything through it. You will be inclined to want to solve many problems even if they are not your concern. You will want to learn a lot, but you prefer to gather information that is quick and short. You may have a problem with staying on one thing for a long time. You need a lot of stimulation and change. New ideas and knowledge invigorate you, and you’re often drawn to conversations, books, and experiences that challenge your thinking. Intellectual stimulation is a core need for you. New ideas and knowledge invigorate you, and you’re often drawn to conversations, books, and experiences that challenge your thinking. Intellectual stimulation is a core need for you. Mercury is associated with youth and liveliness, and with Mercury as your chart ruler, you may approach life with a playful, inquisitive energy. Even as you mature, you likely retain a youthful curiosity and love for mental exploration. You may have wide-ranging interests, as Mercury loves variety. Hobbies, fields of study, and career paths may be varied and often shift with time. This diversity keeps life interesting and suits your love for exploring different perspectives and areas of knowledge.

💗Venus as your chart ruler-your life will include a lot of love, romance, money, luxury, gifts. You will look for love in all aspects of life. You will usually want to find the fair side of life and weigh all sides. Your life will be like a dance with strong, intense, loving movements. At every step you will be accompanied by love and the relationships you will build with people. You will strive for quality, long-term, stable and loving relationships. Most of the time, you will be looking for the perfect partner for yourself and want to spend everything with that person.  You’re drawn to meaningful, supportive relationships and tend to invest time and energy in maintaining them. You may be naturally drawn to art, design, fashion, or any form of aesthetic expression. You probably have a strong appreciation for the finer things, enjoying the pleasures of good food, soothing environments, and rich sensory experiences. You might feel drawn to stable, loyal partnerships and friendships. Venus as your chart ruler gives you a patient, committed approach to your closest bonds. You might prioritize establishing a stable foundation in love and friendships, feeling more fulfilled when you know you’re valued and safe with the people you care about. You will always carry a kind of bright side inside you and you will always be ready to help others no matter how many times you are hurt by others. You will always have a lot of love to give to others. 

✨Mars as your chart ruler-you’re likely a go-getter, driven by purpose and goals. Mars’s influence makes you determined, always pushing forward to overcome obstacles. Your chart ruler empowers you to meet challenges with courage and pursue what you want with intensity and focus. You’re likely to value independence and may often choose to handle things on your own rather than rely on others. This makes you someone who gets things done efficiently, and you’re likely to take initiative in relationships, career, or other areas of life. You’re rarely one to sit back and wait; instead, you seize opportunities as they come. You have a competitive spirit inside you that will never stop competing or give up on something you love. Passion will guide you in many things in life. You likely value honesty and appreciate others being straightforward with you, as you tend to be with them. Physical activities can also play an essential role, as Mars loves action and thrives in movement. You may thrive in difficult situations and have an instinct to overcome adversity. This quality often makes you a natural protector of yourself and others, ready to stand up for what’s right or defend those you care about. You’re likely to be intensely loyal, giving your all to those who matter. However, Mars can bring a bit of fire, meaning you might need relationships with a similar level of energy to keep you fully engaged.

🎲Jupiter as your chart ruler-In life, you will always be guided by things that will teach you something and lead you in the right direction. You will always carry with you optimism and a good outlook, regardless of the situation and circumstances around you. You will have the joy of motivating people and showing them the way. People will find in it someone who can lead them on the right path and a person who is wise and smart. You’re naturally curious and driven to explore new ideas, cultures, and philosophies. Formal education may appeal to you, but you’re also likely to pursue knowledge through travel, experiences, and self-study. You’re likely to be always seeking to grow, improve, and expand your worldview. You may be someone who naturally wants to give, whether it’s time, advice, or material support. This generosity makes you an uplifting friend and loved one, and people often find comfort in your presence. You may be inclined to take calculated risks, believing that rewards come from putting yourself out there. Whether in career, travel, or relationships, this openness to new experiences drives personal evolution. You may possess a confident, magnetic energy that others find inspiring. This makes you a natural networker and can open doors for you, as people are often drawn to your warmth and charisma.

🪐Saturn as your chart ruler- you will always carry strength and courage with you, regardless of the challenges you will have to go through, you will always overcome everything. You may feel naturally inclined to take on tasks and roles that require commitment and perseverance, often feeling that it’s up to you to “hold things together.” You’re often willing to put in the hard work and endure challenges to reach your goals. This can make you someone others look up to when they need guidance on resilience and persistence. You have a lot of self-worth and respect and you will never let people treat you badly. You may feel driven to create something lasting, whether in your career, personal projects, or relationships. Saturn brings emotional resilience and a “tough skin,” helping you weather difficulties and learn from challenges. You tend to mature early and may have faced significant responsibilities. You’re unlikely to enter into relationships lightly and tend to seek people who share your values of trust and reliability. You have a serious approach to life and people, you are very loyal to the people you love. You always succeed in life regardless of the challenges. You can endure many hard things and even cruel things. You are a person who is hard to break. You may sometimes struggle with being overly cautious, but once committed, you’re deeply loyal. Your journey may be one where wisdom is gained through challenges, making you a source of valuable insights for others who look to you for advice and mentorship. You always have power with you and you are relentless towards people who hurt you. Saturn helps you and brings people who hurt you on your way, so that you can see their karma.

🌱Uranus as your chart ruler- You may resist conventional roles and labels, wanting to live in a way that feels authentic to you. This often means seeking freedom in your choices, relationships, and career. You might enjoy exploring new ideas, places, and ways of thinking. This makes you open to change and innovation, often seeing new directions as opportunities for growth. You’re drawn to progressive ideas, technology, and anything that challenges the status quo. This can make you a leader or trendsetter, often inspiring others with fresh perspectives and ideas. You’re likely to have a strong internal compass and a desire to do things your way, regardless of what others might expect or think. You’re likely to be curious, seeking experiences that bring excitement and variety into your life. You may experience sudden changes or realizations that shift your perspective or life direction. This visionary energy makes you someone who can quickly adapt and pivot to seize new opportunities. Uranus makes you open to non-traditional forms of relationships, valuing mental connection and mutual respect above all. You may have sudden “aha” moments or flashes of insight, which guide you in unexpected ways. Trusting these moments can help you make inspired decisions.

🧚🏻‍♀️Neptune as your chart ruler-You may easily pick up on the emotions of others, which makes you an empathetic and compassionate person. Your intuition guides many of your decisions, and you may have an innate understanding of things that others cannot see. You might be drawn to meditation, energy work, astrology, or other practices that connect you to something greater than yourself. You may often find solace in connecting with the unseen world, feeling a deep sense of interconnectedness. Neptune is strongly linked to creativity, and with it ruling your chart, you likely have a rich imagination. Whether it’s through art, music, writing, or other forms of self-expression, you may find that creativity is a natural outlet for your emotions and ideas. You might dream of a perfect world, seek out ideal relationships, or believe in a higher purpose. U can also daydream a lot. You may feel a deep desire to help those in need, whether emotionally, physically, or spiritually. You’re likely drawn to work or relationships that involve healing, teaching, or offering guidance, as you have an innate understanding of others’ pain and struggles. Superficial relationships won’t satisfy you, and you may feel the need for spiritual and emotional bonds that transcend the physical. You may have a love for soft colors, flowing fabrics, and art that evokes a sense of magic or fantasy. Your style and surroundings may reflect your inner world—a place of imagination, spiritual exploration, and wonder.

🦋Pluto as your chart ruler-People may feel drawn to you, sensing that there is more beneath the surface. You are likely someone who doesn’t settle for shallow interactions and prefers to dive deep into people, situations, and emotions. You may go through phases of great intensity, where you shed old layers of yourself and emerge renewed, stronger, and more empowered. These transformations can sometimes be triggered by crises or deep emotional experiences. You may be drawn to psychology, investigative work, or anything that allows you to peel back layers and discover what lies beneath the surface. You may have an air of mystery or secrecy about you, and others might sense that there’s more to you than meets the eye. You are often enigmatic, and people may feel that they need to get closer to understand you, although you may not always make it easy for them to do so. You are not afraid to face your emotional wounds, and this resilience allows you to heal and grow from challenges. You may also be attracted to people who exhibit power or authority in some way, but it’s important to ensure these relationships are balanced and healthy. You may feel the need to keep certain aspects of your life hidden, either because you value your independence or because you fear being vulnerable. You are likely to seek out people who challenge you, push you to grow, and are willing to confront the darker aspects of themselves. Shallow, casual connections may not hold your interest for long.

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[tlaltikpak-archive]

[INTRODUCTION TO THE ARCHIVES]

[RECEIVED TRANSMISSION — SIGNAL STABLE]

This archive is the result of an independent recovery initiative.

What you are about to read originates from a civilization calling itself In Teōtlachcāyotl — the Divine Expansion.

Their dominion was administered through a theocratic order known as the Tlāltikpak Nexikayotl Concord.

They did not terraform new worlds. They awakened them. Through a doctrine known as the Xochitl Protocol, they claimed resonance with planets they deemed sacred.

What remains are fragments:

Logs

Codex entries

Doctrinal instructions

Ruins

All documents have been translated from Neo-Nahuatl hybrid dialects to the closest modern equivalents. Spelling and terminology have been preserved where meaningful.

These texts do not belong to us. They belong to the soil, the stars, and the memory of a world called Tlāltecayotl Prime.

We archive them only because they refuse to be forgotten.

— Archivist Elias Kaen Relay Station N-Δ3 | Outer Drift

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CONTENT OF THE ARCHIVE:

Translated codices and ritual doctrine

Field reports from sacred occupation

Prophetic fragments

Explanatory notes and cross-referenced terminology

➤ Expect a mix of ritual, science, and empire.

[the-cosmic-cauldron]

18+ Synastry: Baby-Making Placements & Aspects “ I Want You To Have My Baby”

Some were born out of love. Some out of lust. Some through force. And some through rare, fateful circumstances.

But no matter the story, we all originated from the same place. Whatever the intention behind our conception was, it’s not always ours to question. The truth remains: we were all born from sex.

Yes—some parents barely knew each other. No middle names exchanged. No shared memories. Not even a mutual understanding of who the other really was. And yet—you’re here. Isn’t that fascinating? A little intriguing. And maybe, a little alarming too.

When it comes to synastry—the astrological art of comparing two charts—there are clues. If you want to understand how some of us came to be, look into your parents’ synastry chart. Within it lies the unfolding of your creation. Perhaps your soul was simply eager to come to Earth—longing for the human experience.But your parents?They may have wanted something entirely different.

A thrilling night. A moment of divine passion. A romantic evening. A sacred, intricate, even tantric experience. Or perhaps something darker. A forceful, eerily violating encounter. A drunken haze. A high. A quick fix for a need. And boom—you’re here.

Synastry can decode how you got here. Because there are planetary interactions—certain collisions in the sky—that awaken something primal. Something overwhelming. Something magnetic. The kind of chemistry that should probably come with a warning label—and a Plan B on standby.

Sometimes, that chemistry leads to love. Other times, it’s a side effect of violent passion. Passion that is rejected, contorted, or crosses into the unacceptable. And yet—it births you.

Today, we’re exploring the synastry aspects and placements that can lead to baby-making. And no, we’re not talking about the kind where you track your ovulation, count cycle days, and prepare your body with careful intention. We’re talking about the kind of synastry that hits you in the face. That leaves one parent looking at the other in disbelief: “I thought we were just having fun. I thought this was just one night.” And suddenly, they’re parents.

Let’s dive into the synastry aspects behind unexpected conception—the cosmic collisions that create life.

Venus-Mars

This is the placement of primal magnetism. Picture two people whose love is so raw and electric that the moment their eyes meet, the world around them fades. They’re always one breath, one glance away from losing themselves in each other. Even in public, there’s a pull—one grabs the other’s thigh, their eyes lock, and soon after, so do their lips. These are the lovers who disappear into each other. The passion is so undeniable that restraint becomes a foreign concept. Mars is intoxicated by Venus’ beauty and allure; Venus is captivated by Mars’ drive, heat, and sensual dominance. The result? Touch becomes inevitable, and often, so does creation—a baby born not just of impulse, but of sacred intensity.

Moon-Mars

When the Moon meets Mars, it’s mother meets father—the archetypal creators. The Moon becomes more fertile around Mars, emotionally and physically. Mars, in turn, becomes entranced by the Moon’s mystery, aching to uncover, to possess, to merge. This placement births a chemistry that is emotionally volcanic and physically primal. There’s tenderness and savagery in their intimacy—“I love you and I’ll caress you, but I’ll also wreck you with desire.” When it’s over, they’re breathless, disheveled, lying in the aftermath of an eruption wondering, “Are we expecting a baby now?”

Moon-Venus

While this doesn’t scream “baby-making” in the animalistic way Mars does, this is where nurturance births desire. The Moon and Venus adore one another. They give, they listen, they soften into each other. This is a relationship built on emotional intimacy and mutual admiration, and that kind of love leads them naturally to the bedroom. They enter slowly, gently. But once there, they fully give. The Moon whispers, “You’re my forever.” Venus replies, “Let’s ground this love.” And grounding often looks like creating something permanent—like a child born from devotion.

Moon-Jupiter

Here, expansion is emotional. The Moon feels seen, held, and uplifted by Jupiter. Jupiter feels nourished and stabilized by the Moon. Together, they believe in a future—they see their love as abundant, blessed, and filled with potential. They talk of homes, children, and the life they’ll build. Even if they hadn’t planned to, a baby becomes a symbol of everything they feel together: growth, luck, joy. The Moon brings fertility, and Jupiter multiplies it. They don’t just imagine one child—they dream of many, of legacies, of laughter echoing through the hallways of a home they’ve built together.

Mars in the 5th House

This placement screams spontaneity and heat. These are the “it just happened” people—the ones who get carried away in the moment and find themselves pregnant after a wild, passionate encounter. Mars energizes the 5th house of pleasure and children. Sex is fun, fast, and frequent—and every time, the possibility of a baby looms. They might not mean to, but the chemistry is too strong. Fertility follows fire.

Moon in the 5th House

This placement brings emotional intimacy straight into the realm of creation. The more emotionally connected these two become, the more they crave a family. Sometimes they want it, sometimes they don’t—but when the emotions are flowing, so is fertility. Their desire for children ebbs and flows with their emotional tides, but when the tide is high, they dream of parenthood, of bedtime stories and holding tiny hands. Ultimate baby-making potential.

Jupiter in the 5th House

Jupiter in the 5th is an amplifier—it expands everything it touches. These two are passionate adventurers, always seeking joy, always craving more. More love, more laughter, more life. They’re affectionate, exuberant, and never far from one another. Their love is visible, radiant, and full of enthusiasm. And eventually, they want to grow something tangible from it—children. Not just one. A family. A tribe. Jupiter makes the love feel so bountiful that creation becomes inevitable.

Mars-Pluto

This is a relationship built on sex. This is a relationship built on magnetism. This is a relationship forged in the molten pull between two souls who cannot resist one another. It is the quintessential “I’m wrecking you—and I don’t even mind.” It’s transformation through sex, an unspoken demand for surrender. One seeks to dominate in overt, physical ways—demolishing, devouring. The other conquers in covert currents—through presence, aura, silence, and words that hypnotize. This is not merely bedroom activity. This is a battlefield. Here, chains are not props—they are metaphors. Each lover competes for control while secretly craving submission. And in the end, neither submits—not fully. Not entirely. They circle each other, burning, breathing fire into flesh, mind, and spirit. The passion becomes addictive. The intensity defies language. Orgasms are insufficient; they’re just intermissions. Round after round, they lose track of time, lose track of self, lose track of the line between pleasure and undoing. It’s animalistic. Primal. But also deeply intentional—A sacred ritual of domination and exposure. They leave the room not knowing what, exactly, they’ve done—Only that they’ve undone each other in every way imaginable. And this is the kind of sex so consuming, so repetitive, so charged—that it doesn’t just stir the desire for creation…It insists on it. You can’t touch that kind of fire without risking a spark that becomes life.

Moon-Pluto

Here, Pluto ruins the Moon. The Moon is sanctuary. A temple of comfort. A home, a haven, a sacred inner coven. And Pluto doesn’t care. Pluto doesn’t come to preserve. Pluto comes to destroy—and then rebuild. It has visions the Moon has never dared to imagine. Where the Moon seeks safety, Pluto seeks transformation. And Pluto doesn’t arrive loudly. Pluto arrives silently. With eyes that hypnotize, with words that undress. Pluto speaks to the hidden parts of you—the ones you’ve never shared with anyone. And somehow, Pluto already knows. It sees through your pain. Through your softness, your stories, your carefully tended self. It strips you down to your rawest essence—then spits you out: guts and glory. This is the kind of love where the Moon tries to run. Because Pluto is danger. Pluto is the part of us we hide from the world. But Pluto doesn’t chase. Pluto consumes. Easily. Quietly. Completely. The Moon is seduced—to the highest highs and the darkest, most primal depths. Pluto awakens the taboos, the fantasies the Moon swore it would never explore—unless trust ran deeper than blood. And Pluto earns that trust with just a gaze. The Moon submits, not through force, but through revelation. And in that surrender, the Moon feels… nourished. In a place no one has ever touched. This is sex that isn’t just physical—It’s ancestral. It touches the unconscious, the dream realm, the inner child’s wounds, the cries of the foremothers, the shame buried deep in bone and blood. This kind of sex stirs. It unravels. It says, I will break these generational curses. I will unchain us. I will create through you. It’s not just orgasmic—it’s alchemical. This is not sex you forget. It makes you obsessive. Addicted. Changed. You crave more not out of desire—but because it feels like your soul is being rewritten, Like something ancient is being summoned through you. And so, the child conceived here—isn’t born just from passion. But from awakening. From a force that demands legacy. That says: Now that we’ve touched the fire—let something rise from the ash.

Neptune-Mars

These are the kinds of lovers who never fully know where one ends and the other begins. Boundaries blur. Reality bends. And logic? It’s often the first to dissolve. This is the kind of connection that becomes sticky, surreal—where sex is not just an act, but an escape. Sometimes, it’s an escape from their own relationship issues. Other times, it’s a refuge from the dullness of ordinary life. When life feels grey, they paint it in shades of ecstasy behind closed doors. Fantasies rise like smoke between them, emerging as their bodies collide—sensitive skin against sensitive skin, each touch feeling like a soul crossing. They pierce each other not with pain, but with presence. There is no veil. No distance. They become one—orgasmically, spiritually, physically demolished and reborn. They cry out names, moan in longing, but in their minds, they’re not just lovers. They are myths in motion. Mars brings primal power—urgent, rough, consuming. It stirs the carnal hunger neither knew they carried. Neptune wraps it in mysticism, in elusive tenderness, turning every movement into a spiritual offering.The rhythm of their love—sometimes fast, sometimes slow—becomes sacred. Their sex feels faded, fated. A tantric marriage of body and soul. Kisses blur, limbs intertwine,And they lose the ability to separate flesh from feeling. For them, sex is communion. A dream wrapped in sweat and stardust. Half-animal, half-angel, they fall into each other over and over again. They’re addicted—not just to each other, but to the high. The escape. The drunkenness of divine lust. Their bedroom becomes a temple of illusion. A cup overflowing, a taste of forbidden wine, a room filled with smoke that fogs the mind and frees the spirit. In this union, they forget. Plan B is forgotten. Birth control becomes an afterthought. Even their former resistance to parenthood dissolves. Because in their haze—the sacred delirium of pleasure and union—they birth more than orgasms. They birth children from the safe haven of release.

North Node–Moon

This is not a casual meeting. There’s nothing ordinary about two souls chosen to carry the weight and wisdom of ancestral memory into the future. This is the kind of love that dives deep—through lifetimes, through bloodlines, through the echoes of generations past. Together, you break the cycles that once hindered you. Together, you create something new. Not just for yourselves, but for the lineage you both carry—and the one you are destined to birth. This is not just fated love. This is evolutionary love. Love that births a new family line, rooted in healing, in consciousness, in renewal, in rebirth. Sex with this person is not merely physical. It is ritual. It is trance. It is sacred ceremony under divine surveillance. The gods, the ancestors, the angels, the spirit guides—They watch. They bless. They witness. Sex becomes a sacred transmission, a moment where time dissolves, and something eternal speaks through your breath, your cries, your motion. The pull toward each other is at times uncontrollable, the union overwhelming. Emotions rise—tears, outpourings, release. Memories resurface—some not even yours. Sex feels like remembering. Like coming home to something your soul has known for lifetimes. It feels divine. Plotted across timelines. Lit by God’s own light. And though it is physical, it is also a spiritual sanction—a vessel for calling in new souls. Souls waiting to arrive. Souls ready to change the course of the world. These moments together carry the weight of that destiny. There is nothing casual about this. This love is novel—yes. But it’s also ancient. It carries a divine intelligence, a spiritual orchestration far beyond this plane. It calls forth evolution. It births sacred beings. It builds families not just by DNA, but by emotional resonance, soul kinship, and divine design. Sex between these lovers becomes meditation, a merging beyond the veil, a connection that stirs discomfort, because it’s so much bigger than desire. And yet, they fall into it—again and again—because they must. Because this is how new life begins. How new timelines are birthed. How transformation becomes embodied. And the only possible result? A child. A soul. A new world, born from sacred fire.

Uranus–Mars

This is a highly charged interaction between two lovers. Electric. Explosive. Erratic. This is combustion, orgasm seated deep in the soul, rising to the surface whenever they’re near. It doesn’t ask permission. It doesn’t wait. It erupts. This is the awakening of primal, animalistic energy—the part of you usually hold back, afraid it might destroy someone. But not with this lover. With them, you don’t hold back. They don’t want you to. They don’t care where it happens—anytime. Anyplace. Public or private. Under sheets or against walls. When it rises, you must act. It pulsates through you, overtakes you, keeps your body hot, your cheeks flushed, your eyes glistening. And they know. They feel it too. That aching, soul-deep craving. That hunger that can’t be denied. You find yourselves parking the car at midnight, just to feel each other. To lose yourselves in the exploration of touch, of fantasy now turned reality. Everything you’ve imagined, now embodied, now acted out. You speak of future timelines that don’t even exist, But the mere idea of becoming something together makes you magnetic to one another. Mental sparks become physical ones. Stimulation of the mind turns into one pinning the other down—a seamless transition from conversation to carnal collision. This is sex of the minds and the bodies. Manipulating through words, minds reading each other’s intentions, tongues spilling truths and fantasies. Long moans tangled with meaning. Ideas turned into foreplay. This is the kind of passion that ignites the fire and brings the air to keep it burning. Not quick, not forgettable. This sex builds. This sex compounds. It becomes more every time. These are the lovers who find each other on opposite ends of the earth, yet somehow reunite under moonlight just to awaken the wolf between their legs. This is the wild cry of, “demolish me. Destroy me.” This is erratic love. The summer flame that never quite dies. The situationship that lingers. The sneaky link that stretches into years. The magnetic pull between them is unstoppable. They’re drawn again and again—Into long nights of pounding hearts, sweaty limbs, pulsing need. And eventually, amid the madness, between their casual returns to daily life—There it is: Morning sickness. Tender breasts. A missed period. A pregnancy test. And the electricity of desire becomes something else entirely: A life sparked in chaos. A soul born from the thunder of touch.

Uranus–Moon

This is a love story written across timelines. Future lovers with ancient souls. A fusion of past and future, merging somewhere in the middle—in the electrified, emotional now. One brings wild vision: A mind full of innovation, rebellion, and dreams too big for words. Uranus—the disruptor, the futurist, the spark. The other, the Moon—rooted, grounded, soft and slow. A soul who just wants to simmer in stillness, to feel deeply and stay close to the earth. But Uranus won’t let the Moon stay quiet for long. It yanks the Moon from its cocoon, spins it forward through time, and together, they collide—eletricity meeting water, idealism meeting emotion, awe meeting comfort. This is a relationship where ecstasy and joy are fused with ancestral memory. They feel like they’ve known each other forever, And yet they dream of futures they’ve never spoken aloud—timelines and prophecies they’ve both imagined before they ever acted them out. These are the lovers who, at random times—in the car, at the kitchen sink, during a lull in conversation—feel emotion rise like a wave. And from that wave, comes the hunger. A simple “I love you” spirals into an urgent, unspoken call to collide. Bodies glide. Souls stir. They make love not just from passion, but from prophecy. Sex, for them, is not casual. It is transformation. It is the seed of something greater— a lineage shift. A future child. A dream made flesh. They crave each other at the strangest times—not just from desire, but from alignment. The brushing of a hand. The soft sound of teeth against lip. The glimmer in each other’s eyes—suddenly, they’re undone. Their sex is mentally electric, emotionally soft. They cross veils together, time and time again. One speaks in ideas, the other in feelings. Then suddenly, they’re tussling in the bedroom—laughter mixed with moans, memory mixed with novelty. They try new things, explore fantasies, but they also return to the tried-and-true: The positions that promise release, the movements they know will unravel one another. It’s all woven in—past pleasure, future promise. They lift and throw, push and pull. There’s laughter in the air—a kind of mischievous joy. Because this isn’t just sex. It’s a rehearsal for their future: As parents. As guides. As creators of a new lineage. They dream of raising a child— Emotionally secure, brillant beyond their years, destined to transform the world. This is not just a relationship. It’s a meeting of destinies. Explorative. Explosive. Fated. And each time they touch, each time they merge, they whisper to the universe:“We are ready to birth something new.”

[cellclothism]

i love friends ^_^

[astra-ravana]

Tips, Fun Facts & Guidelines: From The Grimoire Of Deathful Wombs

☠If you summon a spirit for one purpose, abandon that purpose once the spirit manifests, and then ask for something else instead, the spirit will be furious. Making an additional request impromptu can go alright, so long as the additional request is not too much of a tangent from the original request.

☠The Ars Goetia, which contains 72 demons, was a rewrite of an older grimoire containing 69 spirits. The Ars Goetia included four additional demons and excluded one named Pruflas. 72 relates to the muliebral current of magickal energy, total magickal empowerment, and the Ophidian (draconian/serpentine) current.

☠If you disrespect the demons thoroughly enough, they might attack you, even to the point of having deathly intent. Even when that happens, it is still entirely possible for the deities to forgive you and continue to further your ascent.

☠Forgiveness is easy to get from most spirits, but sometimes forgiveness is partial. Articulated apologies and offerings both make forgiveness easier to get, and making spiritual progress is a big way to regain their favor.

☠Each of us will resonate better with some demons than others from the very beginning of our work. This is based partially upon the idiosyncracies of our physis- you will get the strongest manifestations by working with a demon whose physis is comparable to yours. Invocations of various demons will help you identify which types of spirits you resonate with. The ones most divorced from your physis will be difficult to invoke. By deliberately working with those spirits, you have become gradually attuned to their physis. Not only will this give you the ability to effectively access greater portions of the Numinous, it will strengthen the weak points in your spirituality and balance your own physis. The more balanced your energy is, the more powerful it is.

☠All the deities have their own character, preferences, values, etc. Ra hates psychic vampyres to the extent that he is liable to attack entire covens of them unprovoked, but Tiamat, Qingu, and Absu all love vampyres and are quite interested in their success, evolution, and well-being. Shugara judges people based on character, deeds, and potential. Samael is more strict than most deities.

☠You don't get over shit, you get through it- grieve normally. If you still have an emotional attachment to a bad memory, that means there's something about it you still haven't processed. Spells for emotional healing don't make you weak, they just allow you to cooperate with the spirits who care about you. To rephrase that last sentence: team work makes a dream work.

☠Refuse to distance yourself from the persons and spirits important to you during times of hardship- that's one of the worst things you can do.

☠Do not neglect your own well-being and mundane life for magick. The spiritual high can distract you from your outside life and incline you to procrastinate and neglect your obligations.

☠You'd ve surprised how early in your life certain spirits may have had their eyes on you. Your relationships with them may go back to past lives and/or activities between incarnations. Don't let it bother you if you aren't one of these cases.

☠If spirits call you a fool, that means you're doing the right thing: exploring unfamiliar territory. The Fool symbolizes the initiation process, as does Death. Death also symbolizes change and transformation.

☠Entities who are of a similar spiritual nature to yours or which share the disposition of your personality, will be easier for you to sense, see, hear, channel, evoke, and invoke. There are many factors defining the nature of your personal spiritual make-up, including the state of your alignment with various planetary forces, your Zodiac sign and its alchemical element, your attunement to various types of spiritual energy, and the position of your personality on the spectrum from feminine traits to masculine.

☠Some spirits have their own signature ways to give omens to the magician- Shugara uses the rain, Surgat tampers with locks, and so forth. Omens oftentimes simply serve to either let the witch know the spirit is interested in them or assure the witch of their presence. It's not too uncommon for spirits to hide your shit, appear in clouds, etc.

☠As far as I know, no perfect or omnipotent beings exist.

☠The gods destroy people all the time. Sometimes this can be so subtle that a magickal adept can be destroyed by a deity and think that it's helping them the whole time.

☠If a spirit tells you something you already know or reminds you to do something you already planned on doing, they're doing it for a reason.

☠Offerings do not have to be given during ritual, and you'd be surprised how many different types of viable offerings there are. You can offer fur shed by your pets to a demon (burn it). Fresh picked flowers can be an offering- so can sharing your meal or drink. Incense and lit candles used in ritual can serve as offerings.

☠Demons require offerings for sustenance, but they will only demand them of you if you did something wrong- unless a given offering is simply necessary for a ritual.

☠Ask the demon what they call themselves. If necessary, ask them to explain the symbolism of that title.

☠Consuming part of an offering to a deity takes the essence of that entity into your being.

☠Most practitioners of demon magick have a matron and/or patron demon. When a spirit offers to fill this role, make it official with a personally designed ritual.

☠Refusing to speak about a rite will greatly increase its power, but speaking about it isn't the end of the world.

☠If a deity asks why it should fulfill your request, the right answer is always something to the effect of, "I just wanted your help". Anything else is technically a lie. Lying to a spirit about why you want what you want is a huge mistake, but even the most trustworthy spitits may lie to you about certain things either for your own benefit, to prevent you from knowing a truth you are not ready for, or even just to patronize you. This does not count as hypocrisy on their part- deity-human interactions are a special case.

☠You'll end up looking back at problems you could've solved with black magick.

☠Chances are that whether or not human or animal sacrifice is immoral depends entirely on whether or not it is immoral to kill the person of animal in the first place.

☠Demons hate child abusers.

☠Destructive magick "thins the veil", furthering the alchemical refinement of our universe.

☠Love and lust are very magickally powerful, and sexual interactions with a deity increase your energetic rapport with them.

☠Drawing one of the Goetic sigils is often enough to get the attention of the demon it's attributed to. The demon may even manifest while the sigil is being drawn. Simply looking at any given sigil can make the sigil more powerful permanently. It is even possible to subconsciously activate a sigil by looking at it- this is not a bad thing, nor does it mean that you're being vampyrized by whoever designed the sigil.

☠Some demons think less of you when you think less of yourself. If this becomes a problem with a spirit, tell them you're trying to fix whatever problems you have and ask for assistance.

☠Force yourself to be confident about the effects of a rite during, before, and after its performance.

☠If a particular spirit fills you with intrigue and/or excitement, this means they want to interact with you.

☠When a spirit manifests to give you instructions or warnings, the advice is often as simple as, "do this". "Pay more attention to your surroundings". "Don't trust this person". If a demon tella you things like this, the advice is often necessary for your well-being in your immediate situation. If you plan on doing a rite in the next couple hours and a spirit suddenly tells you to do it at 10:30 specifically, you might find that this is necessary to avoid a grave intrusion.

☠Unless you specifically expect a demon to adhere to its recorded appearance, it will often assume a form hither to unrecorded, even to the extent of changing genders.

☠Even spirits renowned to be the most harsh, demanding, cruel etc. often turn out to have a kinder side.

☠You should only offer your blood to the most important spirits in your path- always seek the guidance of your matron/patron and/or higher self before you offer your blood to a nre spirit. Once you offered blood to a spirit, they are always with you, and their ability to influence you increases. This does not mean that they will take control of you at some point the way people infer. Any amount of blood offered is sufficient to create this connection, and offering more blood later will not strengthen the connection.

☠Cemeteries are great places for demon magick- just don't use them without guidance.

☠Do not think demons are limited to their recorded ranks and attributions.

☠The more you work with, pray to, meditate on, and research an entity, the stronger your energetic rapport with them grows. Generally speaking, when you are thinking of a demon, it is thinking of you.

☠The idea of historical facts is a relatively new invention. Mythical stories often served to contain truth instead of fact. Imagine that a given mythological figure is recorded to have given his last piece of food to a stranger. Such a story would most likely not be intended to relate a specific and factual historical event. Instead, such a story might just serve to convey the mythological figure's generosity.

[wordsofwhimsy]

❀ꗥ～𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 ～ꗥ❀

❀ꗥ～ Part Nine ～ꗥ❀

Pairing: Main!Mark Grayson x Southern Belle!Reader

Warnings: None

Tags: Fluff, so good, so sweet, I love them so much

Word Count: 3,561

Synopsis: After your trip to Georgia, Mark is living on cloud nine. He never thought he could be this happy – and it takes an off world mission for him to realize he can’t risk going the rest of his life without knowing you’ll be there when he comes home.

a/n: this turned out better than the original version i had written out & i’m sooo happy with it. MARK DESERVES HAPPINESS DAMMIT

read part eight ❀ꗥ～Here! ～ꗥ❀

It had been a couple weeks since the trip to Georgia, and Mark still couldn’t stop replaying it in his head.

Not just the peach cobbler or the porch swings or the way your mama had hugged him like she’d known him in a past life. Not just your brothers giving him a hard time at the dinner table, or your daddy watching with quiet eyes that said I see you, boy, and I’m lookin’ close.

No—it was you.

It was you in that sundress, swaying your hips in the kitchen while you helped your mama make breakfast like it was muscle memory. It was the way you looked at him across the yard, your hair caught in the breeze as you smiled all soft and shy like you didn’t know you’d stolen his heart from the beginning.

He didn’t fall in love with you in Georgia. He’d done that a long time ago.

But something did shift out there—some invisible string between you two tightening, cinching close, like the universe had finally stopped messing around and said this is it. This is your girl.

Mark had never been happier.

He felt like he was living in a waking dream. From the second he opened his eyes to the second he closed them, you were there. Not always physically—though you often were, curled up beside him with your cheek pressed to his chest and your hand tucked beneath his—but always present. Always lingering.

In the way his mind wandered mid-mission. In the scent of your perfume clinging to his shirt. In the ache he felt when he thought about the future and couldn’t picture a single version that didn’t include you.

Every time he left your side—even for a grocery run or a patrol shift—it felt wrong. Like he’d left the best part of himself behind.

And now, standing in a spaceship headed to a planet lightyears from Earth, Mark felt that wrongness in his bones.

He should be home. He should be with you. Sitting on the porch. Watching the sky. Listening to you complain about the mosquitoes like they were created just to ruin your life.

He should’ve kissed you one more time before he left.

Should’ve told you—really told you—just how hard he’d fallen.

Because somewhere between that first class senior year and the moment you pulled him into your childhood bedroom and whispered his name like it meant something… Mark had stopped imagining a future without you.

How could he now be expected to pay attention to the this droning voice go on about an alien debrief?

Some alien diplomat was rattling off intel about the mission—cultural norms, local customs, planetary terrain, and what not to do if they didn’t want to spark an intergalactic incident. It was all very important. Very official.

Mark caught maybe… seven percent of it.

He knew the basics: they were flying into a neutral sector to assist with an evacuation. He’d been brought on mostly for a show of strength, as usual—flex the muscle, give the impression that Earth wasn’t sending pushovers. And if things did go sideways? Well, that was when he’d be really useful.

Until then, he was just supposed to sit there. Look sharp. Absorb information.

He was doing a piss-poor job of it.

Because instead of alien terrain and potential conflict zones, all Mark could picture was you.

His head tilted slightly, lips parted, eyes blank and faraway as a single memory looped in his mind like some slow-spinning record.

You on the porch.

Hair still a little damp from your evening shower, tied up with one of those soft little scarves you always wore to bed. You were barefoot, of course—always were on that porch—and dressed in one of those sleep gowns you liked, the kind made of thin cotton with a row of tiny buttons down the front and lace along the neckline. It hit just above your knees and swayed when you walked, all soft and easy, like moonlight in motion.

Mark had no business staring the way he did—but God, you were pretty. Prettier than the stars. Prettier than anything he was about to fly off toward.

You were watering the flowerboxes with your little tin can, humming something under your breath. Barely even looked at him as he floated down from the sky, boots landing softly in the dirt path that ran along your fence.

“You back just to say goodbye again?” you’d teased, glancing over your shoulder with a grin that could’ve lassoed the moon.

He nodded, stepping closer.

“Mmhmm. Forgot my second goodbye kiss.”

You set the watering can down with a clink, walked over to him like he was just your man coming home from work and not someone about to rocket across the stars.

“I gotta tell ya baby,” you murmured, arms sliding around his neck, “someone’s getting awful greedy with their sugar.”

He kissed you like he wasn’t leaving. Like you were the only thing he ever had to do. Which, maybe, you were.

And when you pulled back—eyes bright, lips glossed with just a hint of his saliva—you tapped his chest lightly with your fingernail and said,

“Bring me back somethin’ weird—nothin’ illegal now. Just somethin’ shiny. And make sure it ain’t livin' neiher.”

He smiled even now, remembering it. The way you said it so breezy, like you weren’t worried at all. Like your heart wasn’t wrapped up in his ribs same as his was in yours.

“Ain't livin',” he echoed under his breath, mouth twitching into a half-smile.

God, he missed you.

—

They made landfall mid-morning, local time.

Mark stepped off the ship and into a haze of pale blue mist, the ground beneath him firm and spongy all at once—like walking across a memory. The sky above shimmered with soft clouds and hanging lights, the capital city blooming around them in quiet layers of movement. Not chaotic, not flashy. Just steady and strange and alive.

He was still mostly tuned out, but trying real hard not to be. Someone was speaking into his earpiece, explaining cultural expectations—how to greet the local leaders, which gestures were considered rude, what colors meant what. Mark nodded politely, taking it in where he could.

He wasn’t much help on the technical side of missions. Never had been. He wasn’t the planner, the strategist, the linguist. He was the muscle. The presence. The just-in-case. Half the time they brought him along just because he could take a hit no one else could and throw one even harder.

But he still paid attention. Still showed respect. Because his mom had raised him better than to tune out someone who was taking the time to talk to him.

So he kept nodding, following along, even as his mind drifted in and out. Not out of boredom. Just…

God, he really really missed you.

And that's when he saw it.

Tucked between two towering columns, draped in hanging vines that glowed faintly with movement, was a small vendor stall. Nothing fancy. Just a cloth canopy, a few low tables, and trays full of glimmering trinkets laid out like sea glass on sand.

And right in the middle of it all—there it was.

A ring.

Mark took a slow step forward.

His boots barely made a sound on the strange mossy path as he approached the stall. The rest of the diplomatic group moved on without noticing, voices fading into background noise. He didn’t care. Couldn’t.

He stopped just shy of the table, eyes locked on the ring like it might vanish if he looked away.

The vendor noticed him instantly.

They were small and soft-bodied, skin like polished jade, eyes dark and deep-set. Four arms moved in rhythmic calm as they adjusted trinkets and nodded in polite greeting.

“May I help you, traveler?” they asked, voice silky-smooth through the translator chip in his ear.

Mark hesitated, then pointed—not at the table broadly, but directly at it.

“That ring,” he said. “What is it?”

The vendor followed his gaze and gave the softest little hum, like wind moving through glass.

“Ah,” they said. “You see it.”

That gave him pause. “See what?”

“The bond,” the vendor replied. They reached for the ring with careful fingers and lifted it, cradling it in a small satin cloth before offering it for a closer look. “This was crafted on the moon of Arvalis, centuries ago. Their artisans do not forge with heat, but with harmony. Two metals wound together only when they vibrate in perfect resonance. No force. No binding. Only balance.”

Mark’s brows pulled together. “So it’s… symbolic?”

“It’s alive,” they said gently. “Not sentient, not in the way you or I are. But sensitive. Resonant. The stone at its center—virellium—reacts to the presence of emotional frequency. If it shines, the love is true. If it glows warmer, it is shared.”

Mark stared down at it.

The band was pale gold, soft and warm, twisted like two strands braided into one. The stone shimmered faintly, like sunlight through honey. And when he reached toward it, just barely brushing a fingertip against the edge of the satin cloth—

It pulsed.

Barely. Just a flicker of warmth. Like a heartbeat in the quiet.

Mark swallowed dryly. “Does that… mean something?”

The vendor’s smile was kind. “It means you are sure.”

Mark’s throat felt thick. “…I didn’t come here to get a ring.”

“Few do,” they replied. “But the bond calls when the soul is ready.”

Mark nodded slowly, gaze fixed on the tiny, glowing thing in front of him. It wasn’t just beautiful. It felt right. Like it already belonged to you. Like it had been waiting for him to find it and take it home.

He didn’t ask the price.

Didn’t even blink as he pulled out the currency chip and held it out.

The vendor accepted it with a bow. “May your union be eternal.”

Mark stared at the ring in his palm. And for the first time in his life, he wanted something more than strength. More than purpose. More than victory.

He wanted you. Forever.

—

Mark sat in the back of the ship on the way home, staring down at the piece of jewelry in his palm like it might start talking back.

He’d gone over what he wanted to say at least fifty times now.

“You’re my home.” No. Too vague.

“I’ve loved you since AP Bio.” Probably not the best – you might start thinking you were the reason he flubbed that class.

“Will you marry me?” Too fast. Too formal. Too not you.

He ran a hand through his hair and groaned softly, tilting his head back against the cold interior of the ship and shutting his eyes. Every version he tried sounded wrong. Too stiff. Too poetic. Too desperate. Too much.

And yet—not enough.

He wanted to get it right.

Not because he thought you needed some grand performance. Not because you were the kind of girl who needed sweeping declarations.

But because you deserved one anyway.

Because you made him want to speak in full sentences and not trip over his own heart.

Because he didn’t just want to ask you. He wanted you to know. Know what you were to him. Know what this meant.

He opened his eyes again, glancing down at the ring.

It glowed faintly in the low light. Warmer now. Like it had caught the edge of a thought and curled itself tighter in response.

“…She’s gonna kill me,” he murmured, almost fondly, “if she finds out this thing’s technically alive.”

“Romantic and potentially dangerous! Classic Earth bonding ritual!”

Mark jolted upright, nearly dropping the ring.

Shapesmith was leaning over the seat across from him with a theatrical flourish, arms wide like he was announcing the third act of a play.

“Jeez—How long have you been there?”

Shapesmith gave a knowing little smile, one hand pressed to his chest like he’d just witnessed a love confession in a soap opera. “Long enough to sense a powerful emotional climax in progress.”

“…It’s not a climax.”

“I humbly disagree,” he said, gesturing grandly at the ring. “The trembling hands, the brooding silence, the artifact of eternal union clutched dramatically in your lap—Invincible, my friend, this is textbook longing.”

Mark sighed, laughing despite himself. “It’s a bonding ring. Glows when there’s, y’know… love.”

Shapesmith gasped. “It’s sentient?!”

“Not—well, not really. It’s just reactive.” He tucked the ring back against his suit. “I’m gonna propose.”

Shapesmith’s face split into the most genuine grin Mark had ever seen on someone not born on Earth.

“Oh! OH. That’s wonderful! You’re to be mated!” He paused. “Or—married. That’s the word now. I’m working on it.”

Mark smirked. “Yeah, well… if I can stop messing up the speech part.”

Shapesmith leaned closer, tone suddenly sincere. “She loves you, doesn’t she?”

Mark didn’t hesitate. “Yeah.”

“Then speak like she already said yes.”

Mark stilled, suddenly feeling like the small piece of alien metal was getting warmer from where it was tucked away against his chest.

“Thanks, man,” he said quietly.

Shapesmith nodded solemnly, placing a dramatic hand on his shoulder. “May your courtship be legendary.”

—

By the time the ship broke atmosphere, the sky had already darkened.

Mark didn’t wait for formal clearance. Didn’t bother changing out of his suit. The moment they got within a hundred miles of Earth, he was gone—cutting through clouds, his heart racing faster than his flight path.

He touched down just past the edge of the gravel drive, the soft crunch beneath his boots swallowed up by the windchimes. The porch light was still on, casting its familiar glow across the little white farmhouse—the same one that looked like it belonged in another decade. Quiet. Private. Yours.

He’d told you once, half-laughing, “I didn’t even know places like this existed around here.”

You’d just smiled and said, “Well, now you do.”

Tonight, it felt like the only place in the world.

God, he hoped you were still awake.

The windows were dark. No movement. No voices. Just windchimes clinking lazily in the breeze, crickets chirping in the distance.

He lingered there at the edge of the gravel, boots sunk just slightly into the dirt, unsure if he should go knocking or just sit tight with the ring burning a hole in his chest.

Then he heard that familiar creak of the screen door.

His head snapped up.

And there you were.

Barefoot, nightgown catching the breeze, hair loose and soft around your shoulders like you’d just brushed it out. You looked like summer twilight—like a daydream half-forgotten and sweetened by time.

You spotted him immediately and leaned your hip against the doorframe, arms folded, grinning like he was late for dinner.

“Well if it ain’t my personal Wonderboy,” you called, voice warm and teasing. “Took your sweet time gettin’ home, huh?”

Mark’s breath caught.

God, you looked like everything. That porch. That voice. That nightgown. The way your silhouette framed against the glow of the house like he’d stepped into some dream he hadn’t dared ask for.

His throat tightened unexpectedly, and for a second—just a second—his vision blurred.

Not from speed. Not from altitude.

From you.

He blinked fast, grateful for the cover of darkness. Grateful you couldn’t see the way his eyes welled up out here in the yard, how hard he was gripping the ring against his chest just to keep from falling apart.

You gave a little shake of your head, eyes softening.

“Didn’t expect you back so soon,” you said, stepping onto the porch. “If I had, I’da made sure to have a plate ready for you.”

Mark swallowed hard.

She doesn’t even know, he thought. Doesn’t even realize I’d fly through stars just to hear her say that.

He took shaky steps up the porch, and before you could say another word—before he lost his nerve—he dropped to one knee onto the old creaking wood, love swelling so hard in his chest it hurt.

You gasped, one hand flying to your mouth, the other over your heart. Your whole body went still, eyes wide as saucers, voice barely above a whisper.

“Sug, what are you doin’?!” You weren’t teasing. Weren’t joking. You sounded almost breathless. Like someone had just knocked the wind right out of you.

Mark could barely get the ring out of the little flap in his suit where he’d tucked it away, but his fingers knew what they were doing even when his brain shorted out.

He looked up at you, the ring in his palm glowing brighter than he’d ever seen it—like it knew this was the moment.

You didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Nightgown swaying gently in the breeze as you stood there like a painting come to life, eyes shining under the porchlight.

Mark swallowed.

“I’ve loved you since the day you sat next to me in class and handed me candy like you’d known me forever.” Your heart seized tight in your chest, a clamminess setting into your palms. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since.”

His voice cracked, and he blinked quickly, swallowing hard.

“The whole time I was gone, I was picturing you right here. On this swing. Reading one of your books. Talking to Meemaw about the weather, complaining about mosquitoes or how the tomatoes ‘ain’t ripenin’ right.’”

You let out a soft little laugh, watery and stunned.

Mark kept going, voice picking up with that classic rambling momentum, like once he started he couldn’t stop.

“I wondered if you were okay. If you were eating. If you missed me. I tried to focus, I really did, but every meal tasted like crap ‘cause all I could think was how you’d have made it better. Like—literally, you’ve ruined me. I can’t eat anything anymore unless it comes outta your kitchen.”

That pulled another breathy laugh from you, and you shook your head, lashes fluttering fast.

“And I kept thinking about your voice,” he said, “how it sounds when you say good morning to me, already dressed like a postcard before I even open my eyes. Like—your hair’s done, makeup’s perfect, wearing one of those little dresses that makes me lose my mind—and I’m just sitting there wondering how do you do that?”

He laughed softly, gaze warm.

“I’ve never once beat you out of bed. Not once. But I swear, even if I did—you’d still look like a dream.”

You were grinning now. Teary-eyed, stunned, but that signature little smile still crept across your lips like it couldn’t help itself.

“You goin’ somewhere with this, baby?” you asked gently, wiping at your cheek with one hand.

Mark exhaled a shaky laugh, heart damn near bursting.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I am.”

He lifted the ring.

“Marry me.”

Your hand trembled with how it pressed harder over your mouth, as if you could hold back the onslaught of feelings threatening to overtake you.

“Markus Sebastian Grayson…” you whispered, barely audible.

The sound of his full name—dripping off your lips like honey—made something twist sharp in his chest.

He was smiling, but it was tight. Strained. His brows pulled together like he was bracing for impact. Like the silence between you had teeth.

And then you moved.

Carefully. Slowly. Sinking to your knees in front of him with a softness so deliberate it made him scared. Like you were trying to let him down easy.

His heart plummeted.

Oh God. Oh God.

She’s gonna let me down sweet. She’s gonna take my hand and kiss my cheek and tell me I’m her favorite person, but not the one.

He stared at you, ring still held out in shaky fingers, eyes starting to blur again.

But then—

Your hands rose.

Not to push him away. Not to stop him.

But to cradle his face like it was something precious.

Your thumbs brushed under his eyes, catching the tears he didn’t even know were falling.

“Sug,” you breathed, voice breaking on a laugh, “you coulda asked me with a gum wrapper and a piece of twine and I’d still say yes.”

And just like that—his whole body slumped forward, heart crashing into yours like a wave.

You smiled through your tears, eyes so full of light you practically glowed.

“Yes,” you said. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He didn’t even have the chance to put the ring on your finger before you were kissing him—deep and breathless and a little messy, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. His hands found your waist, your back, your face—like he couldn’t decide what part of you he missed the most.

When you finally pulled back, cheeks flushed and lips trembling, he leaned his forehead against yours.

“You sure?” he whispered.

You let out the softest laugh, hands still cradling his face.

“I been sure since the moment you tried to kiss my hand in AP Bio, bless your heart.”

And with that, he kissed you again.

Long and sweet, while the wind picked up and the porch swing creaked and the world spun a little slower—just for the two of you.