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DISCLAIMER: These are just my personal observations and are meant for entertainment purposes only; it may not resonate with everyone due to the nuances of astrology. Please respect my work and avoid copying or stealing it. Enjoy Reading!!

These are just patterns I’ve personally noticed, not facts! If you have these placements don’t panic lol ‼️

⚠️ Trigger warning : death, grief, paranormal themes, mentions of lower entities.

🩸Chiron in the 8th house people have had at least one experience so paranormal and so undeniable that it cracked something open in them permanently. not a maybe, not some "you're just imagining it" bs. something that left no room for any other interpretation. and the wound isn't the experience itself, it's that they had nobody to tell. the 8th house holds it in silence and Chiron makes sure it never fully heals 😶🕯️

🩸Saturn in the 12th house is the placement of people who have been sensing things their entire lives and spent decades trying to logic their way out of it (you really can't...). they tried to build an entire rational framework around themselves specifically to contain what they were experiencing and it worked, until it didn't. there's always a moment, usually in their 30s, when something happens that this "rational framework" cannot hold and everything they spent years dismissing comes flooding back at once 😳🕯️

🩸the thing about Scorpio placements that nobody says plainly enough is that they don't attract the paranormal, they recognise it. they walk into a space and something in them just understands it quietly. it's not fear, not fascination but recognition. like meeting someone you know from a long time ago in a place you have no memory of being. they've been doing this their whole life without a name for it. I think scorpio placements gravitate a lot towards the dark eerie aesthetic and they find comfort in it. Think eerie movies like tim burton-esque stuff. 🖤🕯️

🩸Pluto conjunct the Ascendant people make others instinctively uncomfortable in a way that cannot be fully explained and the unsettling part is that it works both ways. these people report that animals track them, that children stare, that strangers look twice. something in their presence reads as existing slightly outside the normal register. not threatening. just not entirely of this frequency 👁️🕯️

🩸there is a documented pattern among people who report near-death experiences and come back changed, a disproportionate number of them have Neptune or Uranus in the 8th house natally. the researchers who study NDE transformations keep noticing it. these people didn't just survive, they came back with something that wasn't there before. a permeability. like the membrane got thinner during the crossing and never fully sealed back 🤐

🩸Saturn retrograde in water signs is the placement of people who had to learn grief alone. no ritual, no acknowledgment, often no words at all. and what happens to grief that never gets witnessed is that it doesn't leave, it goes somewhere else in the body and in the house. these are the people whose homes hold emotional residue in specific rooms, specific corners. they feel it and cannot explain why they keep avoiding the same spot 😞🕯️

🩸Mars in the 12th house people have a protector energy that attracts something in return and the something is hard to name precisely. they report feeling accompanied, specifically in moments of danger. not watched. accompanied. like something is walking a half step behind them in situations that should have gone much worse. they don't talk about it because it sounds delusional but the pattern across documented accounts is too consistent to dismiss 🕯️

🩸Uranus in the 4th house is the placement where the house itself has a history. not metaphorical, literal. these people grew up in homes with inexplicable electrical disturbances, lights that behaved like they had opinions, appliances that turned on in the middle of the night and always in the same sequence. and when they finally looked into the property records they found what they found 😳🕯️

🩸the Sabian symbol for 29 degrees of Pisces, the last degree of the entire zodiac, is literally described as the dissolution of all boundaries between the material and spirit worlds. people with planets at 29 degrees of Pisces are not meant to be fully anchored here. they operate at the edge of the frequency, half in this world and half in something adjacent to it and they have known this about themselves since they were very small, even if they had no way to truly communicate this.

Feel free to share your personal experiences if you have encountered anything of this sort! I'd love to read about them <3

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mars in the 1st house

people can tell when you're angry before you say a word

your entire body reacts to emotions

accidentally intimidates people without trying

has started arguments just because something felt unfair

acts first, processes later

others see confidence; you remember every moment you felt insecure

mars in the 2nd house

will fight over respect before money

works harder when someone says they can't do something

stubborn in a way that's almost impressive

anger lasts longer than people think

doesn't forget who took advantage of them

strongest motivation: proving their worth

mars in the 3rd house

weaponized sarcasm

wins arguments in the shower three days later

can turn a casual conversation into a debate

sharp tongue when irritated

constantly moving, thinking, talking, planning

people underestimate how observant they are

mars in the 4th house

quiet anger is somehow scarier than loud anger

protects loved ones like a guard dog

carries childhood frustrations longer than they'd like

home is either their battleground or their sanctuary

remembers every emotional betrayal

strongest when defending family, chosen or otherwise

mars in the 5th house

competitive about everything

flirts like it's a sport

wants to be remembered

dramatic but entertaining about it

puts enormous energy into hobbies and passions

nothing motivates them more than being underestimated

mars in the 6th house

stress becomes productivity

gets angry and suddenly cleans the entire house

strongest when working toward a goal

notices inefficiency instantly

perfectionist tendencies they pretend not to have

survives through discipline more than motivation

mars in the 7th house

learns about themselves through conflict

attracts strong-willed people

relationships are never passive experiences

secretly respects people who challenge them

has a habit of turning rivals into partners and partners into rivals

their biggest lessons come through other people

mars in the 8th house

terrifying emotional endurance

can survive things people never hear about

all-or-nothing personality

trust is earned, never assumed

anger runs deep instead of loud

the person who seems calm right until they're absolutely done

mars in the 9th house

will fight for their beliefs

argues philosophy for fun

hates feeling trapped

thrives when pursuing something bigger than themselves

constantly chasing the next challenge

impossible to convince once they've made up their mind

mars in the 10th house

ambitious even when pretending not to be

wants results, not excuses

competitive career energy

people notice their drive before they notice anything else

reputation matters more than they'll admit

fueled by the desire to accomplish something meaningful

mars in the 11th house

fiercely loyal friend

will defend people who aren't even in the room

puts energy into communities and causes

somehow always ends up leading group projects

fights for the future they want to see

strongest when working alongside others

mars in the 12th house

anger disappears underground instead of outward

people rarely know how much they're carrying

strongest in private

intuitive about other people's motives

needs solitude to recharge after conflict

capable of incredible resilience when nobody is watching

the thing nobody tells you about mars placements: the house isn't just where you fight. it's where you refuse to stay powerless.

a tarot reading about how you will be loved in ur next relationship, if you so desire. . . ⋆˚✿˖°

all of the messages are channeled. . .⋆˚✿˖°

pile 1 --> pile 2 pile 3 --> pile 4

1. baby fawn: tender love, sweet love, baby love. . . aren't u the most precious thing on this barren earth? you remind them of fuji apples, baby fawns, precious ceramics. . . someone to cherish, to protect with all of their strength and all of their will. . .  something about you calls out the protector in them, something ancient. . . a savior complex for pretty princesses. something tells me you're not quite ready to receive a love this tender. not because of them but because of uuuu. because someone along the way treated you like shit, and u learned to adapt. you learned that being cherished and loved unconditionally is for other, to want softness is to be weak. you are now known as someone who does not need. someone who handles their own big girl shit. and yet. . . in the quiet hours, in the blue light before you sleep, you dream of a love that is . . . gentle. kind. you want a suuuunday kind of love. a love that brings you strawberries and wraps a blanket around your shoulders at night. a love where you can be small and cared for, something u perhaps lacked in childhood? the warrior and the princess live in the same body, always have, not everyone will understand that. . . but thats alright. they don't need to. this person does 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 they will leave u comfort food, red fruit in a bowl comes to mind, flowers chosen carefully, gifts wrapped in pretty gifting paper. the kind of love that notices, and that makes sure every single day u know that u are not too much, and that u are safe. your light is seen with them. let them in, baby. . . 2. sakura matcha: you are my way of life, the only way I know. . . I'll never let u go. . . late nights, messages typed and deleted, music being shared, shows being watched, screens glowing in the dark. too casual, the kind of casual that costs something. that is how this begins for the one who is coming toward you. in the ache of unsent and unsaid things. things said thru music, shows instead of using words. they're so afraid of being rejected by you that they don't know what to do with themselves except sending mixed signals and hoping u'll notice ;; notice me senpai. . . they will crave you the way you crave a song you can't remember the name of, desperately, with a kind of loving that embarrasses them daily. they'll view ur stories in the first thirty seconds, no shame there. they'll send u strange and funny stuff at 11pm, not the kind of thing you send to just anyone, and then disappear back into silence, heart hammering. . . wondering if u noticed? torturing themselves over u. why do u intimidate people this much? bad bitch energy. this person thinks you're way out of their league, they look at you, ur vibes, ur aura and they see someone who doest need them, someone complete or someone who could have anyone. so they stay in orbit, making u laugh, keeping you engaged, doing anything to stay in your presence just a little longer. if pile 1 was sunshine, you're the moon. mysterious, secretive, deep. . . they want to unravel all of ur secrets. the conversations, when they finally come in full, the real ones, the 2am ones, the ones where you say things you've never told anyone will feel like you've known each other in some previous life and just forgot. secrets. . . daydreams spoken aloud. there is something faintly forbidden in the energy here--- not scandalous, not illicit, but the kind of forbidden that lives in the imagination, the kind that lives in the what if. in the gap between what they want to say and what they're brave enough to say to ur face yet. give them a hint, baby cakes. just one. . u don't even have to make it easy. just let them know the door isn't locked. (╥﹏╥)

3. yogurt bowl: pick me, choose me, love me. . . they are going to show up with their hands full. thats the first thing the cards want you to know. this persons love language is gift giving, its their mother tongue, the only fluency they've ever known for saying 'you matter to me'. they will find you the damn thing. specific flowers, the candy you've been craving, that vintage purse you've been unable to find anywhere online. . . the perfectly chosen, impossibly right thing. mind u, they're not buying your affection. that's just the only love language they fully trust themselves in. theres something younger about their energy. . . not immature, but earnest in the way that youth sometimes still is. they need to prove themselves to you. they need to show you that they are different. and the more you hold back— the more you keep those cool eyes and that careful distance-— the more determined they become. your indifference to material gifts invigorates them. you are not unimpressed by the gifts. you just don't need them. what you actually need-- what would truly reach you, is someone who makes your life lighter. who listens when you're tired. who anticipates the thing before you've even named it. who handles the small irritations of existence so that you don't have to. acts of service. . . that's your real love language, even if you've never called it that. they can offer you that.. they can offer you far more than you currently believe they can. the generosity with things is just the beginning, it's the surface of a deeper well. beneath the grand gestures is someone who is learning, slowly, to offer their time. and you are going to be the reason they learn. be careful when it comes to ur trust issues though. not everyone who reaches for you is trying to take something. this one is trying to give. let them get close enough to try. not because they deserve your trust automatically... but because you deserve to find out what happens when you stop assuming the wound before it comes. you deserve sunshine. 4. pink flower: 18+ only!!!!!!!! you have bewildered me, witch. . . there is something about you, yes, specifically you, that does something to them. you walk into a room and something in their body receives a signal their mind hasn't caught up with yet. it is animal. it is old. it is the kind of pull that makes rational people do irrational shit. I keep getting the impression of white flowers when channeling this. . . vanilla on warm skin. body lotion. a scent that lingers after you've left the room, that they notice on their own clothes hours later and go still for a moment. you have bewitched them without even meaning to. there is something witchy in your energy, in the way your presence marks people. red lights. roses. the heat... the rush. this relationship is going to begin in the body, in the touch, in proximity, in tongues interlocked, in the relief of finally being close enough, because fro both of u, this is easier than words. you are both fluent in doing. in bed. in the way you look at each other when you think the other isn't watching. . . in giving head. the talking will come but first there's aching of. . . wanting. wanting to consume you. wanting to eat you whole. wanting you next to them at all times. touchy touchy people in here. outside of that particular heat, this person is goofy. . . charmingly silly. they will try to make you laugh when you're glaring at them. they will say ridiculous shit at exactly the wrong moment and it will work every time. humor as intimacy. getting close by laughing at each other. time and space air constraints in this connection, distance maybe? or schedules? or the particular taste of scarcity that makes everything feel more urgent. they want all of your hours. new magic wand by tyler the creator came to mind. don't call me selfish I aint sharing. . . a mutual devouring. consuming yourselves in each other. hawt. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Wondering what the cards have in store for you? How destiny is playing a hand in your love life? This for my single ladies that can feel love approaching towards them but can't seem to get an insight on how things will go down? Well you're in luck love, cause I am the director and just yelled 'ACTION!' 🎬

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PILE ONE

You are out with your friends. The music is good, the drinks are flowing, and you are not thinking about romance. You are not scanning the room. You are not wondering if someone is watching you. You are just present. Laughing. Dancing. Being the kind of happy that makes other people look up.

Because that is what happens. You laugh. Loudly. Genuinely. The kind of laugh that comes from your stomach and escapes before you can stop it. And across the room, someone hears it.

They turn around.

And they freeze.

You do not notice them yet. You are too busy being alive. But they notice you. The most beautifully unique person they have seen in a while. It takes a lot to impress them, and you have done it in a second. Their attention instantly redirects from whatever conversation they were having with their friends. They stop mid‑sentence. Their friends follow their gaze and then look back at them with knowing smirks.

But they do not care. They are watching the way your laugh sounds, the way your hair frames your face perfectly, the way you look like a familiar soul even though they know this is the first time they have seen you. Because they would have never forgotten someone like you.

You still do not notice them. You are spinning, dancing, glowing with happiness itself. Your friends are in their own little world. You are in yours. And across the room, this person is trying to play it cool, but they cannot stop looking at you.

Their friends push them. "Go talk to her." But they hesitate. They make excuses. Maybe they should not bother you. You seem to be out with your friends, having a good time. You probably would not want some stranger hitting on you. Their friends look at each other, perplexed. "What has gotten into you?" "Since when are YOU struggling to approach a girl?"

But yeah, lol. They are nervous. This does not feel like a harmless flirt. It feels bigger. More important.

You still have no idea any of this is happening. You are laughing at something your friend said. You are not looking around. You are not trying to be seen. And that is exactly why they cannot look away.

Then your friends decide to move. Go to another bar. Someone they know is having a party. Whatever. You grab your things. You head toward the door. You are almost past the doorframe when you hear a voice behind you.

"Excuse me, you were going to forget your bag."

You turn around. They are holding your bag. Your eyes meet for the first time. And you just know.

The short version was just the beginning. Tap for the full thing.

PILE TWO

Your next love story happens when you are ready. Ready for anything, everything, full of hope for the future.

You are aware of your own power and how easy it is for you to make things happen. You have finally made it. And it feels good. That is when Cupid decides to strike.

This person seems to be the only annoying thing in your life at the time. There is always some friction between you guys. You could work with this person. They love to argue with you. They love to see you riled up. They think it is cute. You think they are immature. Two things can be true at once.

You are ice cold. Even if they hold some type of authority over you. They could be your boss? Placed higher in the corporate hierarchy.

You have built your peace like a fortress. Took you years. Therapy, boundaries, cutting off people who drained you. And now you finally feel solid. You are not about to let some argumentative coworker or boss or whoever they are mess that up. So you keep your distance. You keep it professional. You roll your eyes when they leave the room and you never let them see you sweat.

But they see it anyway. They see everything. They notice when you are tired, when you are stressed, when you are holding back a laugh at one of their stupid jokes. And they file all of it away. For later.

I do not know how things went on their side. They will not open up to me. But I can tell you how it starts. One day something shifts. Maybe you guys have to work closely on a project together. And they soften around you. They compliment you. Bring you your favorite coffee. And you can feel the energy shifting between you.

You do not see it as good. You cannot afford to get hurt. Not when you are doing so good. When you have finally found some type of peace. Not today, Satan.

So you deflect. You say thank you, short and dry. You keep your headphones on during lunch. You act like the coffee means nothing. But it does not mean nothing. You notice that they remembered. You notice that they got the order right. You notice that they looked at you differently when they handed it to you.

And that scares you.

Because you know yourself. You know that once you let someone in, you let them all the way in. And you are not sure you survive another one walking away.

This will take time to unfold. You guys will realize how much better the win is when you win together. There is going to be a moment when the both of you will see your efforts pay off. You will be so excited you will jump with excitement and giggle. Both of you guys could have felt stressed to the top earlier, and now that everything is okay, it sounds silly how much you were crashing out.

The laughs quiet down, but your eyes are still on each other. It feels heavy. Like all the sexual tension came back down.

And here is the part you do not expect. They do not rush. They do not make a joke to break the tension. They just look at you. And for the first time, you do not look away first.

Time has slowed. Every movement feels intentional. They remove the hair on your lip that got caught in your lipgloss. And their thumb caresses your bottom lip. You let them do it, unable to keep your eyes off of them. They smile when they realize you want this as much as them.

And you kiss.

The short version was just the beginning. Tap for the full thing.

PILE THREE

Your next love story happens when you've leveled up in some ways, financial, physical, any type but you do not feel like it. You're still suffering from a lot of doubt and believe the other shoe is about to drop. But it won't. It's just your nervous system that hasn't picked up the vibe accurately. Because something is about to enter your life, and with your past you assume it is a bad thing, but no babes. It's love.

You have done the work. You have climbed the mountain. You have changed jobs, changed bodies, changed mindsets. On paper, you are a success story. But inside? Inside you are still waiting for the floor to fall out. You keep looking over your shoulder, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never does. Not this time.

This person feels like your justice. They want to do things right with you. Take things slow. No rushing, no pressure, no games. They are already moving towards you, already thinking about communicating, already planning how to reach out. You are not chasing them. They are coming to you.

Whatever they say to you will end some doubt you had about yourself. About your worth. About whether you deserve good things. Maybe they come with a work offer that makes you believe in your abilities again. Maybe they look at you and see the value you have been blind to. Either way, their words will land like a key turning in a lock.

And that lock? It has been stuck for years. You have been standing outside your own life, wondering why you could not get in. They hand you the key without even knowing they had it.

This could solidify your beliefs about being worthy of happiness. Worthy of bliss. Worthy of someone who stays.

I feel like I am not supposed to tell you too much, so you do not find a way to fuck up the timeline. But I will tell you about the relationship between you guys.

It is honest. Genuine. They love you unconditionally, and you do the same. No performance. No pretending. No walking on eggshells. You will look at each other sometimes and just laugh because it is so easy. Because it was never supposed to be as hard as you made it before.

You will find yourself crying sometimes. Thinking about your past. Not because you are sad. Because you cannot believe how far you have come. You will be lying in bed next to them, or cooking dinner, or driving home from somewhere, and a memory will hit you. The person you used to be. The things you used to accept. The way you used to beg for scraps. And you will cry. Tears of joy. Tears of relief. Tears of realizing that you finally let yourself have something good.

That is your pile three, babe. It is coming. Do not block it. Do not talk yourself out of it. Just let it in.