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astrosky33 · 8 months

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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ‼️ I would like to note that not all of the features I added will apply to you it’s possible only some will. This is based solely on astrological evidence, not my own bias

I also recommend checking both Tropical and Sidereal to see which you resonate with more

1st house placements and stelliums can heavily affect your appearance as well

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Masculine/defined/sharp features - Aries is ruled by Mars which rules over masculinity (ex: defined/thick eyebrows, sharp jawline, etc.)

◉ Resting angry face - Mars rules over aggression. For this reason you may appear mad even when you’re not

◉ Goat-like appearance - Aries symbol is the ram

◉ Bigger forehead than most and high cheekbones - Aries rules over the head

◉ Athletic body - Mars rules over athleticism

Celeb Examples: Rihanna, Vinnie Hacker, Kendall Jenner, Cardi B, Big Sean, Morgan Freeman, etc

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Soft/feminine features - Taurus is ruled by Venus the planet that rules over femininity

◉ Flat chin - Taurus’ symbol is the bull and they don’t have pointy chins they’re more on the flat side

◉ Curvy body/wide rib cage and wide nose - Bulls have bigger bodies and wide noses

◉ Strong jaw - Taurus rules over the lower jaw

◉ Luxurious appearance - Venus rules over luxury

Celeb Examples: Gigi Hadid, Robert Pattinson, Miley Cyrus, Mariah Carey, Megan Thee Stallion, Joe Rogan, etc

𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Youthful appearance/doll like features or possibly a baby face - Gemini is ruled by Mercury which rules over youth

◉ Slender build - Mercury rules over thinness

◉ Bunny teeth - In Greek Mythology, one of Mercury (Hermes) sacred animals was the Hare

◉ Bunny-like nose - Explanation above

◉ Open book facial communication - Mercury rules over communication so they may communicate things with their face, even unknowingly sometimes

◉ Fox eyes - Mercury rules over foxes

Celeb Examples: Madison Beer, Addison Rae, Maggie Lindemann, Dua Lipa, Lady Gaga, Jack Harlow, etc

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Round/moon shaped face - Cancer is ruled by the Moon

◉ Baby face/soft features and big eyes - The moon rules over babies and Cancers symbol is the crab, a crabs eyes are big compared to their eye sockets

◉ Curvier body - The moon is round

◉ Big boobs - Cancer rules over the breasts

◉ Emotions written on face - The Moon rules over emotions so it’s hard for them to hide them cuz their facial expressions do the job even when they try and prevent it

Celeb Examples: Angelina Jolie, Elon Musk, Cameron Diaz, Adele, The Weeknd, Margot Robbie, etc

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Kind eyes and big pretty smile - Leo is ruled by the Sun which rules over generosity as well as happiness and Leo in numerology = 5 which is the number of beauty

◉ Cat-like features - Leo’s symbol is the Lion

◉ Thick hair/thick eyebrows - Lions have thick hair

◉ Broad shoulders - Lion’s have broad shoulders

◉ Resting downward smile - A lions resting face is a downward smile

Celeb Examples: Drake, Selena Gomez, Marilyn Monroe, Emma Stone, Vanessa Hudgens, Tyler the Creator, etc

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Youthful appearance - Just like Gemini, Virgo is also ruled by Mercury which rules over youth

◉ Innocent appearance - Virgo’s symbol is the virgin and rules over innocence

◉ Small nose/bunny-like nose - One of Mercury’s sacred animals in Greek Mythology was the Hare and bunnies have small noses

◉ Prominent/wide stomach - Virgo rules over the stomach

◉ Fox eyes - Mercury rules over foxes

Celeb Examples: Madonna, Timothee Chalamet, Keanu Reeves, Emma Watson, Jay-Z, Bella Hadid, etc

𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Soft/feminine features - Just like Taurus Libra is ruled by Venus which rules over femininity

◉ Conventionally attractive - Venus rules over beauty

◉ Beautiful hair - Venus rules over the hair

◉ Symmetrical face - Libra’s symbol is the balancing scale, it’s even on both sides

◉ Curvy feminine body and nice shaped butt - Venus rules over femininity and your butt

Celeb Examples: Beyoncé, Leonardo DiCaprio, Britney Spears, Jennifer Aniston, Niall Horan, Dwayne Johnson, etc

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Mysterious looking - Scorpio is secondarily ruled by Pluto which rules over mystery

◉ Witch-like or sharp noses - Pluto rules over witches

◉ Death stare - Pluto rules over death. This is why Scorpio Ascendants seem to often have an intimidating death stare where they look like they’re staring into your soul

◉ Sharp/strong/masculine features - Scorpio is primarily ruled by Mars which rules over masculinity

◉ Sexy/sexually appealing facial features - Pluto rules over sex and Mars rules over lust

Celeb Examples: Justin Bieber, Katy Perry, Lana Del Ray, Chris Evans, Prince, Lily-Rose Depp, etc

𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Thick thighs/curvy waist - Sagittarius rules over the thighs/hips

◉ Big eyes and a foal-like appearance. Sagittarius’ symbol is the centaur. Horses have big eyes

◉ Athletic build - The Centaur has an athletic build

◉ A feature that’s bigger than normal - Sagittarius is ruled by Jupiter which rules over expansion

◉ Tall - Jupiter rules over abundance

Celeb Examples: Kim Kardashian, Scarlett Johansson, Hailey Bieber, Mila Kunis, Pink, Adriana Lima, etc

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Skinny (if not skinny usually skinnier than the rest of their family) - Capricorn is ruled by Saturn which rules over lack/skinniness

◉ Great bone structure/sharp jawline - Saturn rules over bones

◉ Mature appearance - Saturn rules over maturity

◉ Glow up at later age - Saturn rules over delay/old age

◉ Good teeth/prominent teeth - Saturn rules over bones

Celeb Examples: Ariana Grande, Megan Fox, Olivia Rodrigo, Kylie Jenner, Cristiano Ronaldo, Jungcook, etc

𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Similar to Capricorn Ascendant’s they age well and usually have a massive glow up later in life since Aquarius is primarily ruled by Saturn. Saturn rules over old age/delay

◉ Some sort of unique feature - Aquarius is secondarily ruled by Uranus which rules over uniqueness

◉ Mature appearance - Saturn rules over maturity

◉ Prominent calves - Aquarius rules over the calves

◉ Friendly face - Uranus rules over friends

Celeb Examples: Nicki Minaj, Obama, Zendaya, SZA, Tyga, Russel Wilson, etc

𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

◉ Kind-looking face - Pisces secondary ruler is Neptune which rules over kindness/compassion

◉ Big eyes - Pisces symbol is the fish and fishes eyes are big compared to the rest of their face typically

◉ Big lips - Fish have prominent big lips

◉ Attractiveness that causes others to idealize you - Neptune rules over glamour, idealism, and fascination

◉ Small or prominent feet - Pisces rules over the feet

Celeb Example: Michael Jackson, Billie Eilish, Zayn Malik, Ryan Gosling, Bruno Mars, Andrew Garfield, etc

𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

𝗦𝗨𝗕 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗢𝗡

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velvetstreets · 1 year

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Sensitive

“Ah- f-fuck, it’s s-sensitive.” Jack stuttered as you suckled at his pink head. You tongued at his leaking slit, pre-cum glossing at your lips. You looked up at him, lustful lidded eyes that gave you a hazy drunk look, before smirking and tapping his cock against your tongue.

“Jesus.. fuck, your little mouth feels so good angel, so so good-“ Jack rambled, unable to keep his thoughts to himself; they just tumbled out.

“You taste so good Jack-“ you hummed at him. The vibration made his toes curl, trying not to cum too fast.

“You have such a pretty cock, want it in my mouth all the time; something this pretty should be sucked on all the time, hm?” You continued, kissing along his length.

“God, you take me so fucking well, so fucking well sweetheart.” Jack bucked his hips up into your mouth, grunting and writhing in his spot in the bed.

“Use me, Jack. Take what you need, I’ll give it to you.” You promised him, taking his hands and placing them in your hair.

“Good -ah shit, g-good girl, good fucking girl.” Jack groaned, the schlick! of his dick in your wet mouth driving him absolutely insane.

Your hand came up to rub at his balls, knowing he was about to cum soon. Jack grunted appreciatively, his thrusts gaining speed as his tip rammed into the back of your throat.

“Fuckfuckfuck, just like that, yeah- fucking. take. It.” He grunted, and came down your throat with a final thrust.

Jack was known to cum, a lot. So you did your best to swallow it all, but couldn’t help it when the sticky substance overflowed from your lips and continued to drip down his dick. You swallowed what you could and got up with a pop!, smile never leaving your face as you gazed at him.

Jack’s face was scrunched up, still in post-nut bliss as his chest heaved, face pink with blush from the euphoria he was feeling.

“Christ, you’re so good at that. Every single time, fuck.” Jack huffed, pulling you up to his eye level.

“Mm thank you baby. Was my pleasure, love making you feel good.” You kissed his jawline, nuzzling your nose into him.

Jack rolled over so you were on your back now, with him completely laid on you, laying inbetween your legs. He nuzzled into your neck, kissing and nipping at the soft skin. You ran your hand through his hair, nails grazing against his scalp which made Jack malfunction for a second, basically purring into your neck. You grinned, kissing his sweaty forehead, continuing for a few seconds, enjoying the silence.

“Your ass is so white, Harlow.” You finally broke.

“Like I’m talkin’ like so white I gotta wear shades to look at it.”

Jack couldn’t contain himself, he howled in laughter; which became contagious as ever, the room bounced with genuine love and laughter.

“Fuck you.” Jack said after simmering down.

“You just did.” You winked, ruffling his hair.

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send in one word (cold, thick, giggle, whatever you’d like) and I’ll write a lil blurb to go with it!

#anon #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb

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b00tyliciousbabe · 2 years

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Jack Harlow x Black Male Reader pt.1

Summary: I RECOGNISE THAT JACK HARLOW ISN’T GAY. it’s just a fun thing that I wanted to experiment with and to share my slutty fantasy lmaooo enjoy. no disrespect to my bae Jackman Thomas Harlow either, ily maybe a lil too much…💕✨

Warnings: sprinkles of fluff. Mostly smut, I wrote this accurately accounting what me and my husband did on that night. Don’t get jealous 🤭😏

DETAILSSS:

Jack had finished his BET performance, and after a very successful night, he made his way back to you. Once he got back home, you greeted him with the most intense kiss. You wrapped your hands around his neck, as he groped at your hips. You pulled away as he softly bit on your lower lip. “Just what I needed, thanks baby” He went back in, this time fighting for dominance in the warm chasm of your mouth. “You were so amazing out there,” you praised, stroking the back of his neck, “how about a lil reward?” Jack began biting his lips at he stared lustfully into your eyes. “Say less,” he whispered into your ear.

The boundaries of your clothing decorated the floor of the living room. “Y/N imma need u to jump for me” he uttered as you obliged. The kiss deepened further as you jumped and wrapped my legs around his lower waist. As the couple spoke in tongues, you felt his love for you embolden as his semi tapped numerous times at your hole. “Fuck, how am I this close and you ain’t even put it in yet.” Jack giggled “my dick got you mesmerised, huh,” he teased staring into your Bambi eyes “don’t worry babe, imma wreck that pretty little pussy of yours, real nicely.” You grabbed his face and placed a sweet kiss on his ear. “Never stop talking dirty to me.” You muttered breathlessly into his ear.

He carried you to the bedroom. You both fell graciously onto the silk bedsheets. Jack sat like a king at the edge of the mattress. You got onto your knees, admiring his length, girth and hair. “omds you’re so hairy” you kissed into his shaft gently cradling it “I fucking love you Tarzan” you add a few more kisses to his cock, each one getting sloppier until your bf grew impatient and rammed his cock into your mouth. You let out a moan, a muffled one since you had a throatful of his wood. “Ahh shit, babe, that mouth tho” he praised, stroking your cheeks as you began to bob your head, at a steady pace, up and down his dick. You started slow, slobbering and spitting all over his snake to make my suction smooth af. “It’s so pretty,” You whispered proud of the work you had done to ensure Jack’s cock was glistening and dripping with a mixture of your saliva and his precum. “Jack Jr always looks amazing when you kiss him babe, it’s all yours.” You lost all composure for that dick, when he said that. deepthroating “Da-da-DAMn Y/N u feel so go-gooood”, and coming back off of his cock with a loud suctioned pop. “Jackman, fuck my face” his eyes bulged “Y/N are you sure you’re ready?” smirking and loving how slutty you became for his big dick, “I don’t want to hurt you.” Quickly, your eyes became more feline. You took that as a challenge. Your bobs became much faster in movement, you used your hand to swirl in the other direction as you moaned around his tip. Using your only free hand, i massaged his heavy, cum filled balls. “Ahhh fuck, Fu-fu-fuckkkk, shit SHI-shiTTT. okay, okay,okay.” He practically begged for you stop the overstimulation as you deepthroated. Painfully slow, you removed yourself from his 7 inches. “Babe, if I want you to do something, it’s gonna be for your benefit, im here to serve you handsome” You say staring seductively into his eyes “Fuck, you always say the hottest shit ever” you grabbed his large hand and placed it on the back of your head. “So, I’ll ask again, will you fuck my face” you paused, tapping his wet tip on your juicy lips . “ With pleasure sweetheart.” He grabbed your head more forcefully, feeling at the fresh cornrows and started massaging me. He slowly pushed you down as you moaned and drooled around his meat. “Words cannot describe how sexy u look right now,” he said, losing all sense of consciousness as I stared into his baby blues. The room was filled with a euphonium of your moans and gasps. Jack wanted to last longer and so he kept his eyes strained shut, teeth gritted as his biceps flexed in contraction with his grip on my head. I gargled and moaned, “SHIT IM BOUT TO BUST,” he groaned. So primal and animalistic. “cum down my throat,” you begged “please Jay Jay” “FUCK fuck fuck” each profanity was a stroke in and out of your mouth. “I can never say no to YOoUUu” his thrusts got sloppier. What felt like gallons of cum fell straight into your stomach. “I love it when you bust,” you say licking the excess of his wood “I love how beautiful you look when you swallow” Jack praised

Breathless he fell back onto the bed, his huge cock standing perpendicular to his torso. It was a wonder to see how he was still so hard after draining such a huge part of his life force. You lied next to him stroking his hairy chest. “You tasted so good Jack” you said peppering his face with kisses. His dick began bouncing up and down with excitement. “It’s no fair you know,” you got up and straddled him, “what’s not fair?” “the fact that u got to taste my jizz, and I didn’t get to at least explore the other place where I should be putting it.” Jack often got high off of ur sexiness after he released and this just proved it. He’d say the most articulate things, often after you guys fuck, he spits his best bars. Your pussy truly is da bombbb. “You’re hilarious, do you want me to sit on your face?” He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes ever “yes please babe” You never used to love getting eaten out, you wanted to prioritise his pleasure. But your bf opened you up to it, and he was so damn good at doing it. “Your ass is legit perfection.” And it was so voluptuous, so jiggly, so large, it took everything for him to not become a simp purely because of your curves. He once told you it was his dream to die between your fat ass cheeks. Obviously this rubbed you the wrong way, and you didn’t want to sit on his face anymore in fear of cutting off his air, but he promised to signal if he needed oxygen lmao.

“AHHH ahhh Jay Jay, fuckkk” you moaned. Jack kneaded his hands in the tender mounds of your chocolate ass. His nose and tongue brushed against your hole. He penetrated his tongue causing you to shake uncontrollably. “Delicious, I’m so ready to fuck you rn”

You obliged and got onto the bed on all fours, a literal masterpiece in Jack’s eyes. He slapped his dick across your tight hole. “You’re too tight babe, imma loosen you up before we start.” “Thanks Jack Jack,” You were in for a long night…

#jack harlow x male reader #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack #gay #jack harlow smut

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elysium-the-true-faceofsalvation · 13 days

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Pre Trial One MV- Undercover

It first starts on a static shot of a singular tree on a hill, the only things moving are its leaves. The camera then starts moving towards the tree, as it hits its trunk, the camera immediately shoots down to the ground and enters what appears to be some kind of underground tunnel. The tree’s roots are all around the tunnel, and they continue until the tunnel ends. As the camera reaches the bottom, it ends up in a room full of roots, leaves, and a bed with a TV above it. At the very center of the room, Numen can be seen with his back towards the camera. She is holding two small boxes. One is pitch black, and the other is purely white. Numen begins to turn around to face the camera, and as they do so, the boxes begin to slowly open. The TV that was above the bed begins to flicker, and a smirk can be seen forming on it. The camera zooms in at the two boxes, as they completely open, the scene cuts.

Numen now can be seen standing right at the center of ‘The Centrum Vitae’. Right behind them, ‘The Et Locus Fati’ is almost fully visible. Numen is looking at the ground, his expression is unreadable. After some time, Numen turns their back to the camera, and starts moving towards Et Locus Fati. After they almost reach its gate, the scene changes.

UNDER; Receiving and inflicting wounds, but never opening your mouth, No bark, no bite, you’re just a weakling now

01’s door is in full display. The door is pitch black, just like the others, with various details in crimson. The door has the number ‘01’ right at its center. In crimson, the silhouette of a ram can be seen below the 01. But, behind the 01, there is the silhouette of a sheep, its color glowing much more strongly than the ram’s.

UNDER; Tell me everything you like, Come one, come all! I’ll bring your perfect person

02’s door appears now. The door is just pitch black other than the number 02 and two theater masks, which are both in seafoam. The two theater masks are a comedy mask and a tragedy mask. They are at the sides of the ‘02’.

After the lyric ‘perfect person’ is said, two images flash briefly on the screen. One is of Aoi’s door open, with him leaning against it with a very angry expression. The other is of Emari’s door open, only her upper body can be seen. She has a weak smile on her face.

The screen then changes, flashing two more images. The first is Syouga peeking his head outside his door, with a smirk on his face. The second is of Reika completely outside her door. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and she is also smirking.

UNDER; I promised that I would live on forever, If it’s going to be like this, then see you in hell

03’s door is shown, it has multiple indigo eyes scattered all across it. The ‘03’ is in the center of all of the eyes, as all of them are looking directly at it.

UNDER; I’ll show you what true evil is, I have no need to be worshiped when my crown is fake.

04’s door only has the ‘04’ and crown on top of it. They are both sapphire. The crown seems to have some kind of crack in it.

As the last lyric is said, it cuts briefly to the image of a leaf falling from a tree. After it hits the ground, the scene changes.

See everything with your own eyes, As the glowing halos wrap around their necks. Ignoring their wishes, disturbing the order, But who even are you? As life and death starts to become meaningless, You cling to what was never truly there. Extending your hand, while playing god, But can you really save them?

All of the souls can be seen with a shocked expression on their face. The camera continues to circle back and forth between them. As the last lyric is said, an image of Numen smiling is shown.

After that, four images flashed on the screen. The first one being Haru smiling happily as he is opening his door. The second is Harlow leaning against the door completely closed, she has a complete neutral expression on her face. The third is Genki sitting against the door with his head on his knees. The fourth is Saki closing her door forcefully, she has an angry expression on her face.

UNDER; Clinging to life as you avert your eyes, One day you’ll see what our love is like

05’s door is completely filled with pink hearts. Right at the center there’s a broken heart, the ‘05’ can be seen inside it.

UNDER; Bring a smile to every ‘who am I?’ Everything for the wishes of the masses

06’s door is completely null of color other than a yellow sun above the ‘06’. The rays of sunlight from the sun go from the top to the bottom.

UNDER; I’m so sorry for existing, Please, help me stop

07’s door doesn’t have anything other than the ‘07’ and an orange teardrop that’s coming out of the ‘07’.

UNDER; The daggers don’t hurt when you’re used to it, Spare me of your empty blessings, just leave me alone

08’s door only has the ‘08’ and a dark gray moon. The moon is almost covering the dark gray completely.

As the last lyric is said, another leaf falls to the ground before the scene changes.

A glowing halo can be seen wrapping around each soul’s neck. They are all trying to get it out as the camera continues to circle back and forth between them. As the last lyric is said, an image of Numen with their back to the camera flashes on the screen.

The music slows down, and a set of images start to briefly appear on the screen.

The first one is zoomed in with two hands holding each other on a bench. The sun seems like is setting

The second one is what it seems to be like a young girl doing various chores.

The third one is zoomed in at a hand that is holding a golden earring. The hand seems to be handing it to someone.

The fourth one is an empty school hall. There is someone with their head on their knees sitting at a corner. They seem to be crying, there is a bloody knife next to them.

The fifth one looks to be someone arguing with a teenager in a kitchen.

The sixth one looks like someone walking away from a group of friends. They have their hoodie on, and they don't look happy.

The seventh one is someone happily petting a puppy.

The eight one is of someone handcuffed. They are being pushed onto a police car. They seem to be smirking.

The ninth one is a young teenager looking at a heart monitor. It stopped.

The last one is of someone laying on their bed, looking at a ceiling. The clock besides their bed says ‘2:00 AM’

After the last image appears, it cuts to Eisuke and Akari appearing beside their doors. Eisuke is leaning against his door. He is looking at the floor, he appears to be thinking. Akari is in the exact same pose as him. She just has more of an empty expression on her face.

UNDER; I know i’m not supposed to feel this way, But what do I do if it consumes me?

09’s door doesn’t have anything on it besides his prisoner number in dark blue.

UNDER; I don’t care about what was happening, This is just my life now.

10’s door has multiple violet bells around her number. They are all ringing.

Ravaging brawling, losers please exit left. Even with accusations full of faults and mistakes You will, for sure, with a smile for sure Be pleased and satisfied

All of the souls appear standing right in front of their doors. Each one has their hand in their mouth. As the last lyric starts to be spoken, the camera zooms in each of them removing their hand from their mouth. As they do so, they each start to have a different expression when the camera shows a different person. It goes from a faint sad expression, to holding back tears, to fully crying. As the last one disappears, an image of Numen on their knees on the ground appears, they are crying. Her eyes are glowing in two different colors. Black and white.

Numen is seen killing each of the souls in a different way as the camera circles back and forth between them.

Aoi is being shot in the chest by Numen with a gun.

Numen is on top of Emari while holding her neck. They are holding their fist back, as if they are preparing a punch.

Syouga has his hands on his back as Numen is pointing a gun at his head. Syouga is smirking.

Reika is in a fetal position while Numen has their back against her. Numen is holding a lighter.

Numen is stepping on Haru’s chest as he’s gasping for air.

Numen is kicking Harlow on the stomach, causing her to fall.

Numen is shooting Genki on his head. Genki seems to have dropped a knife that he was holding.

Numen is kicking Saki on the ribs.

Numen is looking down at Eisuke as he’s laying down on his back

Numen is holding Akari by her hair. They are throwing his fist back as if they are about to punch her.

Is it still possible to save what’s deep UNDER?

A faint image of a singular tree on a hill can be seen. The camera starts to get closer and closer to it. Until suddenly, the video ends.

#ocgram #milgram oc #pre-trial #01🐏#02🎭#03👁️#04👑#05❤️#06☀️#07💧#08🌑#09🗒️#10🔔#numen #the overseer #THE FIRST MV DONE #LET'S GOOOO

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ferchogblo · 1 year

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Butcher Power And Abilities. Sharp Forearm Bone Fast Regenerate

Ram Power And Abilities. Enhanced Strength Charge Powerful Kick

Grenadier Power And Abilities. Mutated Zombie Physiology Organic Ball Projection Grenade Boils

Wrestler Power And Abilities. Mutated Zombie Physiology Enhanced Strength Right Arm

Screamer Power And Abilities. Mutated Zombie Physiology Sound Manipulation Sonic Scream

Thug Power And Abilities. Brute Strength Fist

Suicider Power And Abilities. Mutated Zombie Physiology Explosion Claws

Harlow Weapon And Abilities. Chainsaw Molotov

Floater Power And Abilities. Mutated Zombie Physiology Acid Breath

Zombie Types Games.

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anthonybwilson · 2 years

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Thursday News/Sports TV for 9/8/2022

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thirstybtsthoughts · 3 years

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I just wanted to stop by and give people a laugh cuz I woke up laughing at myself. Idk if you know this rapper called Jack Harlow but last night I had I think my actual first sex dream with him 😂 while I kid u not the moment I read how that anon wanted to suck jk off while being rammed by joon I couldn’t stop fantasizing about it all afternoon. Goddamn I didn’t know this world could be so cruel 😂😂 anyway yeah thanks for having a place where people can come a share their confessions or just ask about their concerns 🤗

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Hahaaa awww!!! Well at least now that you've had your first sex dream it can hopefully pave the way for more!

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mor-beck-more-problems · 4 years

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My Wild Heart Bleeds || Morgan, Adam, Blanche, Margot, & Constance

TIMING: Current

LOCATION: UMWC Humanities Dept

PARTIES: @walker-journal, @harlowhaunted, @g0t-ri5h, @constancecunningham, @mor-beck-more-problems

SUMMARY: Constance sits in on Morgan’s lit seminar.

CONTAINS: Mild gore, death tw

The afternoon section of Fear and Loathing: Western Literature of Speculation was crammed into a corner seminar room designed for intimate grad-level meetings half the size, baked into the side of the building through its set of large windows like a hothouse. Even with zombie strength, they wouldn’t slide up more than an inch to let in the cooling September air. Morgan smiled brightly at her students, as if enthusiasm alone could make the central air in the building work double time for them. “I really like the place you’re coming from with that point! Do you think it’s fair and accurate for me to rephrase your thought as, ‘the debate between Carmilla and Laura’s father in the dinner scene ends formally unresolved, with Carmilla having the last word, positioning her as a possible victor in the exchange, a position which then renders credibility to her reasonable points and, by extension, to her own perspective and humanity?’” Morgan nodded encouragingly at the girl, Maxine. Her rephrasing was a bit of a generous take on her thought, but not completely unfounded.

“Uh...sure?” Maxine replied.

“Amazing! So, going off of Maxine’s thought, what possibilities open up for us when considering the figure of Carmilla? And, does recognizing the humanity behind her perspective complicate the more critical, even predatory ways of viewing her we discussed on Monday?”

The class trudged on in spite of the heat, fixated on passing through each moment that brought them closer to the end of the seminar. Around and behind them, the windows blazed with light. A fissure down the centermost panel glared like liquid metal as it spidered outward, spreading crooked fingers as far as they could reach, as if it meant to rip itself free, seemingly of its own accord.

The refulgent heat made Adam even less inclined to engage with class then was usual for someone who’d entered higher academia mainly to play football and have somewhere to stay while stabbing monsters to death after practice. Thus Adam had chosen his curriculum purely on the basis of what made it easier to flirt with his adamic advisor or what sounded vaguely tangential to his higher purpose of putting bullets in horror movie rejects.

What was literature of speculation? Who knows? Adam, Terry, and Andros had privately speculated on Professor Beck’s ‘assets’ at various points. Thus Adam figured they’d satisfied the syllabus requirements.

The DIE fellows were sweating in the back of the class and praying for death whenever one of their more enthusiastic classmate decided to ‘try hard’ on this Gothic Lesbian stuff.

She just wanted to go home, but Blanche had to rush to work after class to help Mercy on some assignment - which probably meant she was going to be stuck on photography stake-out duty again. At least her car had working air conditioning. She was technically a nerd (Blanche had really done the reading), but it was too hot to really do anything comfortably - even listening to Morgan talk about Carmilla and humanity and thinking deeply.

Blanche went rigid in her seat the second she felt the presence, her colored pen dropping down onto her notebook. She wouldn't have been overly concerned (she felt ghosts pass through campus all the time), but her conversation with Morgan after she warded up her house meant trouble or worse. As calmly as Blanche could manage, she tuned the lecture out as she sat back in her chair, quietly scanning the room with narrowed eyes as the temperature in the room plummeted. Fuck. Fuck. She swiveled around her seat, looking straight over the DIE boys and Adam’s head and straight into the ghosts’ angry eyes.

Oh fuck.

The color drained from her face as Blanche’s hand immediately shot into the air as she almost flew out of her seat. “Morgan-I-Have-A-Really-Important-Question!” Blanche blurted out immediately.

Margot had all but fallen asleep in the sweltering heat of the classroom. It didn’t help that she’d been up half the night, awoken by her recurring night terror. Her mind was so tired. Still, Morgan was trying her best to be an engaging professor, to lead the class discussion in a formative direction. It was a pity Margot wasn’t interested in the class. She would Google the SparkNotes later.

Her eyes were just now closing, lulled by the dulcet tones of Morgan’s voice. It reminded her of a lullaby one of her nannies used to sing. So -- soothing… Sleepy...

Interrupted, jolted awake by the student behind her, knocking Margot’s seat as she stood up and began shouting for attention. Margot turned to give Blanche a hard stare, the girl flapping her hand back and forth. How rude.

Morgan was teasing out a comment from another student. Everyone was melting in their seats in the worst way but they were so close to stumbling upon the paradoxical existence of Carmilla’s complex humanity and the inhuman treatment she received in the narrative’s third act, the fear behind that swerve--- and then Blanche interrupted. “Uh...yes, Blanche?” This wasn’t usually her way, and neither was the two-notches-away-from-full-panic expression. “Go ahead. Unless the question is about excusing yourself because you’re not feeling well, because you can just...go, in that case.”

Behind them, the window’s spider veins multiplied. The glass trembled in its pain, whimpering under the pressure of Constance’s grip. What had she expected when she drifted up to the campus, looking for signs of the woman? And yet, what could have prepared her for how blindingly smug she looked as she lectured her students? How shameless and bitterly ironic, to speak on humanity, on true feeling and justice? Constance barely noticed the blonde girl look at her. Her gaze was steadfast on Morgan, who sported neither a scratch nor an ounce of regret. Constance focused her energy on the glass, wispy tears running down her face. It wasn’t fair. If she didn’t get to have her life, she shouldn’t have to watch a Bachman run amok with theirs either. With a shriek, she burst the window inward, hailing glass down on the whole class.

Morgan ducked to cover her face gave Blanche a look that said, Oh, is that what you meant?

Adam’s eyes had flicked up when Blanche’s body language had changed, gaze scanning the room for anything new before settling back on her face. Adam was well aware that Blanche could perceive things he couldn’t. Just as Adam constantly felt waves of ice-hot inhumanity rippling off Professor Beck whenever he was in the same room as her, so too could Blanche be a sexier and less creepy version of that 6th Sense kid.

Honestly Adam couldn’t tell if Blanche just was having a paranormal activity moment or was just nerdgasming about a vampy lesbian flick with a depressing lack of sex scenes. Blanche ticked off Miss Narcolepsy over there and for a few seconds Adam, Terry, and Andros sat up in mutual of some awesome cat-fight action.

Then in one shitfuck moment glass was falling down and lots of people were doing the duck and panic thing.

If this was a roomful of Hunter kids here, all Adam would have had to do was designate the extraction point at the nearest Safe Space and watch as everyone fell into a coordinated boot camp pace outta here.

Still he wasn’t sure if this was some structural thing, ghost stuff, or someone just popped some X-man powers from a Victorian sexual awakening. “Yo Harlow,” Adam said across the room as he tried to shake glass shards from his hair. “Got any Caspers?”

Blanche had just grimaced at Margot when screams echoed from the surrounding students as glass scattered over the class. Pure driven panic flew through her, and she froze until she heard Adam yell out to her. Caspers. A much less important part of her mind screamed at talking about ghosts in public, but it was enough to check her back into reality

“Adam, she’s after Morgan!!” Blanche swore, clamping her hand over her ears as Constance let out another anguished scream. Fuck, that was disorienting. Students continued to panic, some running out the door as fast as they could as lights overheard started flickering and then exploding, the temperature dropping to a cool chill. Desks started flying towards their beloved professor, crashing against the whiteboard behind them.

“Fuck, my bag, where’s my bag?” It had just been right next to her.

The panicking students had punted her bag - full of salt, iron rods, an iron dagger, a gun, and wards- away from her and she was trying to strong arm her way through to get to Morgan. Some poor student went flying as a chair was ripped from under him, a crunch of metal as the chair bent and snapped before their eyes. Blanche shoved someone out of her way, rushing toward the front of the room.

“Morgan, no!”

The sharp end of the now broken leg of the chair was rammed straight into Morgan’s stomach, pinning her to the whiteboard behind her. And then all hell broke loose.

Margot covered her head with her hands as glass sprayed across the room. She could feel the shallow cuts on her forearms where shards had spliced her skin, but the pain was an afterthought. Were her eyes deceiving her? Margot couldn’t fathom the chaos that was taking place. Flying desks, shattering windows; were they experiencing some kind of tornado?

While other students fled the room, Margot was frozen in place, watching as her professor was impaled by an invisible force and Blanche was shouting about her stupid bag. What purse was so important at this moment? “What the fuck is going on?!” Margot screamed over the chaos.

None of this was real. She had surely just fallen asleep in class. Yes, this was all some part of her twisted nightmares. “This is a dream.” Margot whispered to herself. “You’re about to wake up.” She repeated this mantra as she pinched herself. Only she wasn’t waking up.

The world shattered around Morgan. Sharp edges and razor points pinwheeled toward her face, too fast for her to catch her horrified reflection spliced through each piece. The fog around her senses parted; Morgan swore later that she felt every groove in the wood grain as it raced through her body, heavier and slower than the pole that had killed her, but no less painful. “Fuck you…” She hissed in a whisper, her lungs wheezing as they remembered the blood rushing through them, the bite of concrete at her back, and the numb feeling of death in her mouth.

Constance screamed again as she drove the chair leg harder into the wall. “Stop! What’s wrong with you? Just stop! Stop and die!” The old overhead lights buzzed anxiously. Sparks burst and showered down on the class. Children. She hadn’t even been thinking about the children. Constance drifted back, staring with wild confusion as students phased in and out of her, neither seeing nor caring, much less understanding… What was she becoming? Constance reached out for a small one, squeezing himself under a chair as tightly as he could. “I’m sorry, it’s not you, it’s her. She’s making me do this, she can’t leave me alone!” The chair flew back against the wall and snapped in two.

Morgan’s body trembled, trying to fix itself and coming up against the chair leg in her chest. She gripped it with both hands and pulled, gasping as it inched out, dripping with dark, tar like blood. Her eyes found Margot’s as she struggled. “This. Is. Real,” she said between gasps. “Help Blanche or get out of here.”

Adam was a normally laid back guy, preferring to let non-monster life just proceed at its own pace. But he’d been conditioned to respond when the spooky side reared its head. He hollered to Terry, and Andros to get people out. Luckily instincts from the football field asserted themselves and the two other DIE started ushering students off.

Adam’s backpack would probably be a national security concern and unfortunately most of the stuff in here could only harm physical threats. But nevertheless Adam withdrew a long cruel length of barbed wire that’d done more then its fair share of strangling and trip-wire duty lately. The cold iron glinted beneath spots of rust and dried blood.

Technically it was a weapon against Fae, but iron was iron.

Adam could trust Blanche to do her ghostbusters stuff, while he could only help those he could see. He vaulted over twisted chairs as if they were track hurdles, trying to navigate a room quickly becoming a telekinetic warzone. Adam knelt beside Morgan, spooling out the suspiciously-stained barbed wire in a circle around them both.

“Oh you’re still alive Prof ….cool, uh just a sec.”

She’s making me do this, she can’t leave me alone. For a single moment, Blanche could almost understand Morgan inherently wanting to destroy Constance’s soul. There was no time, however, to dwell on Constance’s blatant hypocrisy woven in her rationalization of endangering a room full of people. She ducked under pieces of flying debris as Adam launched himself at Morgan. Blanche, already in a poor mood, wondered only briefly if she should be concerned about Adam killing Morgan for her obvious inhuman nature of surviving being impaled - would Morgan be necessary to kill for humanity?? - but decided that the only thing she could do right now was trust him, even through the underlying anger.

Constance launched herself at Adam and Morgan, her infuriated scream echoing in Blanche’s ears as she realized she couldn’t pass the invisible wall the iron circle created. Blanche wasn’t thinking clearly as she frantically searched for her bag, head whipping around for the stupid thing. Before she knew it, though, she was throwing herself in front of Adam and Morgan just as a large piece of desk ripped from the floor and was thrown at them.

Blanche’s hands raised out in front of her and there was a loud crash.

She hardly registered the pain, she was used to it. Honestly, she was more thrown off by the large broken window in the back of the classroom the desk had flown out of. Whoops, maybe she had given that a little too much juice. The desk had sailed away from the three in front, going straight through Constance and crashing through the window. Screaming was erupting from the remaining students in the classroom.

“Please, get my bag!” Blanche snapped at Margot, breathing heavily. “It’s pink and white and it has things that can stop this. Now! I’ll try to stop her from doing any more damage to anyone else but I can only play ping pong for so long before I pass out!”

Despite Morgan’s words Margot couldn’t make herself believe this was reality. The black strands of blood that oozed from the professor’s wounds were enough to convince herself this was some kind of fever, probably the result of a concussion or even blood loss from her shallow wounds. Nonetheless Margot felt some kind of control, different than how her nightmares usually felt.

Margot watched as one of the remaining students, she thought his name was Adam, bound over the anarchy that had taken over the classroom, before surrounding himself and Morgan in some kind of strange, ritualistic circle. Wow, her brain was so very good at conjuring things up, it had even given Blanche some Carrie-esque superpowers. Doing as Morgan had instructed, Margot turned to Blanche who was in the midst of quite the battle.

“Okay, okay! I can do that!” Margot yelled back to Blanche’s request. Pink and white, pink and white. She repeated the description to herself as she searched. Margot dodged the multitude of flying furniture as her eyes scanned the classroom floor for the bag. Margot thought back to where they had been sitting before all of this had started up. She looked in this direction, spotting the bag. Margot scrambled towards it on all fours, her palms and knees burning as she did so. “Blanche! I got it!” Just as her left hand clasped the object, she heard a deep crunch. A large overhead light had fallen, or rather, had been dropped onto her wrist by an unseen force. Margot could feel a shattering in her bones and glass in her skin. She cried out. For a dream, this pain felt so very real. She reached out with her other hand, taking hold of the bag. Margot shook the heavy light fixture off of her and cradled the injury. “Here.” She whimpered, holding it up as high as she could manage, the splinters and glass digging in deeper.

Morgan tugged on the chair leg in her chest. She could imagine how it splintered around her body and all the screaming she would’ve been doing if she’d still had a life to lose. Should she scream now? Would it make anything any better if she made a big ol’ holler and begged for someone to make this stop? Would any of this be any less ridiculous? Morgan started to laugh. It was a deathly, wheezing little rattle at first, but as the chair leg popped free and she fell into her student, it grew stronger. “Well that was weird and random and lucky, right?” She said to Adam. The classroom was still flying in chaos. Half the students had made it out but half a dozen remained, most of them cowering in corners or frozen in shock. “Class dismissed!” She called chucking the chair leg at Constance. It sailed through her and clattered against the wall, bopping Maxine on the head. “Apologies! But, seriously, go!” What else was there to do? There was some very gnarly looking wire around her and Adam that looked suspiciously purposeful. She gave him a sidelong look, brow arched in a silent question as she knelt down and reached outside it for her bag. “Can you see what’s going on?” She asked, running her hand through, but finding everything but what she was looking for. She undid all the zippers and flaps and started to dump the contents on the ground. “Don’t see many frat boys carrying this in their backpack. I’m not sure if that’s technically allowed on campus…” But anxious blabbering wasn’t actually making anything better. She needed to find-- her salt! “Perfect.” Morgan opened the velvet pouch and heaved the contents across the floor. The salt pattered the ground like rain. It spread thin, rolling wide across the dusty tile. Constance flew up to one of the chairs still standing, unharmed. She clenched her fists as she took in the double barrier between her and her ‘prize.’ “Sorry to keep disappointing you,” Morgan sneered, her eyes drifting downwards at her failed ploy. The feeling was mutual.

Adam had known Morgan was an inhuman since first being in class with her and feeling the frigid fire sensation her proximity set off all through his body. But though Adam had been born with the clairvoyant ability to sense all supernatural creatures, well those with physical bodies anyway, his Hunter vibes weren’t as specific as those who’d undergone more specific mutation. Morgan could have just been the world’s biggest pixie for all he knew.

But since the prof was taking this whole impalement thing like a champ, Adam was placing his bets on one of the undead. Since he’d seen her during the day without wickerman shit going down, the Hunter was going to very tentatively put his money on his gothic lit teacher being a zombie.

Was Morgan Beck actually a two hundred and twenty something year old Mary Shelly moonlighting as a Texan? Time would tell.

Morgan asked some rather uncharitable questions of why a gentleman was carrying bloodstained barbed wire in his bag and if he could see anything. “Trying to keep cows outta the keggers,” he explained cheekily before turning to survey the madness going on. He wanted to help Blanche and not just chill in this iron circle, but the simple fact was: “Can’t see anything except shit flying everywhere and Harlow doing some cheer squad poses.”

“Morgan! Adam! Stay in the circle!” Blanche yelled frantically. Playing telekinetic interference was harder than she thought, and she didn't want them to get hurt chucking trying to chuck salt. Out of frustration, Constancee stopped aiming at Adam and Morgan and aimed at Blanche herself, seeing it faster to go through her. Debris was building up as Blanche redirected things to slam into the walls, Constance howling in rage at her failures.

Finally, Margot yelled to her, and Blanche heard the best news of the day. Unfortunately, Constance wasn’t deaf. “No! Fuck -” She saw the light fall, and feared the worst - but Margot was okay, for now, holding her bag high enough for all to see. “Margot, run! Or take cover!!” Blanche reached out her hand, and her bag flew through the air. Constance tried to rip it down away from Blanche, causing salt and books and a small dagger to go clattering to the ground. Blanche tugged back, the pain in her head excruciating as she gave one hard mental yank, and it flew back into her. Blanche wasted no time; she finally grasped her iron rod tightly, throwing her bag to the side. Constance threw things, trying to knock her off balance to get her away or worse. There was no use. Blanche ducked or threw them away herself before she was close enough to --

“This doesn’t concern you! Run like the others, why don’t you! Run, before I--”

Blanche cut Constance off with a hard swing of the iron rod. She dissolved with one last scream, and the presence faded away quickly. Blanche felt like her skin was on fire, but the tiny pin pricks in her skin were gone. They were alone. It was over. She looked back to where Adam and Morgan were, their figures blurring as the rod slipped from her hand. “She’s gone. It’s safe.” Blanche’s knees buckled underneath her and she collapsed, utterly exhausted. “Call 9-1-1, Margot’s hurt.” Blanche called quietly. She laid backward, unable to keep herself upright as she closed her eyes tight and sank into darkness. Time to rest.

The bag flew from her grasp, and at Blanche’s order, Margot reduced her form to a fetal position, not knowing if she could make it to the exit. She covered her head and drifted in and out of consciousness, her mind forgetting, or rather, repressing the memory of what had just occurred.

Margot was awoken by Constance’s piercing scream, her ears continuing to ring from the sound for minutes afterwards, but at least she was back to the real world. Finally she was out of the strange scenario her brain had conjured up after the tornado, or hurricane, or whatever it was.

She began to stand, holding her head. “I’m okay. I’m fine!” Margot assured Blanche and the rest of them, though her body was throbbing. “Blanche?” Margot could see the girl’s crumbled frame on the ground. “Blanche!” Margot ran to her and kneeled beside her. She brought her head to Blanche’s chest and heard the slow thumping of her heart. At least she was alive. Margot took Blanche’s hand, not knowing how else to be useful. “Professor, are you okay?” She looked back at Morgan and Adam.

It never felt like it was over, with Constance. Morgan stayed still, trembling and on high alert. It wasn’t until Blanche’s body slipped to the ground with a thud that she snapped back into step with the rest of the world. All the wrecked furniture leapt out at her eyes, super saturated with violence, confounding her sense of space with their jutting wrong angles, dusty debris, and bloody ends… blood…

“I-I’m fine,” Morgan stammered, stepping over Adam’s wire ring. “Who all is still in here? Adam, you’re good, right? Margot--” She stumbled over to the girl, looking at the mess of her wrist. “You’re gonna need to get to student health, or the hospital. But you’ve in one piece, and you’re gonna be okay!” She squeezed the girl’s shoulder, nodding encouragingly. If it wasn’t for the dark stain of dead blood on her cardigan, you wouldn’t have known she’d been run through and stuck to the wall only minutes ago. “Blanche--” she sighed, shrugged, and stepped over the girl. She would be okay. Morgan could carry her out to her car and get her squared up in her own apartment easy. “Carlos!” She gave the boy a sharp look.

He was grinning sheepishly, scrunched up in the corner, as if it would make him any smaller than his six feet two inches. “Sorry. It just seemed, like, better to try to be invisible? But I’m going now. I’m--”

Carlos paled and bent double as he vomited cheetos, acid, and clear fluid on the floor.

Morgan followed his line of vision and found-- “Shit, Maxine! Maxine?” She pushed the rest of the classroom furniture aside and knelt down to where she lay on the floor. There was a deep gash in her head, soaking her sandy brown hair black. Her eyelid hung down the wrong way and there was some kind of matter sticking up through her hair. Morgan’s stomach clenched. She didn’t dare touch her like this. There was no telling how few barriers there were between her brain and Morgan now, or if there was any tender, fresh-peeled skin she’d crave taking a bite of-- Maxine had been quiet, depressed, wry humored, blunt when you could get her to open up. She really wasn’t good at explicating literature into coherent theory, but she was young and soft and struggling, and now she was nothing. “Carlos--” she said, voice shaking. “Please leave. All of you…” She turned around and collected Blanche off the floor and into her arms. “Grab your stuff, or don’t, but we’re not staying here. It’s not safe.” It was starting to seem like nowhere was.

“I’m alright Professor,” Adam quietly gathered both his and Blanche’s occult paraphernalia while the Medium was being attended to by Morgan. Though salt, iron, and other instruments were unlikely to arouse that much suspicion, it didn’t make sense to take any chances in this town. He packed up his backpack and Blanche’s bag and slung them as a shoulder as the room was vacated.

But though Adam pretended to be wholly engrossed in packing and ushering the vomiting remaining students out the door, the Hunter kept an eye on Professor Beck. If Morgan was what Adam thought she was, or some other rarer variety of undead, then she’d have to be closely observed when around the wounded students.

If she slipped up? Well with those gnarly injuries it’d be pretty plausible that a beloved literature professor perished in the hospital complication. There’d be a whole weepy story in the student paper and everything.

With Blanche safely cradled in Morgan’s arms, Margot let go of the girl's hand. She sensed that Blanche was in safe hands with the professor. As everyone began to exit, Margot took a second to gather herself. She wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened, but she was not in any mood to find out right now. Using her one good arm, she hoisted her backpack over her shoulder. There was no way she was leaving her laptop behind. How else was she going to figure all of this out?

The room was empty now, the rest of the class being ushered out by Morgan and Adam. Margot stood in the doorway for a few moments, admiring the destruction, before following the rest of the group out into the hall and presumably to the hospital.

Constance screamed silently, reaching within her soul for something to sew herself back together again. The world broke into starlight flashes, too bright and formless to mean anything. Her mind blazed. Was she dying again? Was she going back to the purgatory before this new world? To hell? She wondered the same every time she was struck and dissipated. The magic of death was strange to her and she did not know when it would be ripped away as suddenly as it had been ripped into her. When the winds of fear that had scattered her to the wilds fell and the world was still once more, she could see the room where she had shattered it, and within, puddles of salt laid to tell her how much she did not belong and was not wanted, as if she did not spend her existence with that clarity in abundance. But beyond the salt, and dripping slowly into it, was the darkness of thick blood protruding from the head of a young girl.

Constance flew to the broken classroom walls. She would reach all the way through to the girl if her body would only will itself solid again. But she was only air, and the salt had spilled too close to the wall for her to come through. She spied the dead girl only from a distance, taking in the judgement from her unblinking eyes. What have I done? She thought. What have I done?

You have crushed me, the girl’s body seemed to say. You have proven them right.

If Constance could have wept for them both she would have. What cruelty was this, that she set out to strike down only one soul and take a life as miserable and innocent as her own had once been? She sent the thought away on the wind, lest it destroy her further.

“I will show them,” she whispered to the air. “I will show them all what true monsters are.”

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Sexual Curse Tablets

The first time I ever heard about curse tablets was when I visited Bath and its namesake Roman bath. The curse tablets found there were written in Latin and addressed to local goddess Sulis, identified by the Romans with Minerva.

A curse tablet, called tabella defixionis or defixio in Latin and katadesmos in ancient Greek is a small tablet, often made of lead, stone or baked clay, asking a god, spirit or dead person for help. The tablet was then secretly buried or hidden in a significant place.

Curse tablets were a popular type of magic throughout the Greco-Roman world used by both, men and women. And of course people back then cared just as much about sex and love as they do today. The ones in Bath dealt with the return of stolen possessions, with the exception of one:

"Qui mihi Vilbiam involavit sic liquat comodo aqua. Ell[…] muta qui eam involavit si Velvinna, Exsupereus, Verianus, Severinus, Augustalis, Comitianus, Catus, Minianus, Germanilla, Iovina."

"May he who carried off Vilbia from me become liquid as the water. May she who so obscenely devoured her become dumb, whether Velvinna, Exsupereus, Verianus, Severinus, Augustalis, Comitianus, Catus, Minianus, Germanilla (or) Jovina." Bath / Aquae Sulis, England, 43-410 CE

This curse tablet also deals with a theft, but it's the theft of a girl named Vilbia. Whether Vilbia was actually the writer's slave, or only his concubine, either would make sense here.

A Love Affair with Eterna

The only curse from Britain with a truly erotic context was found in Old Harlow, Essex:

"Mio M(ercurio) dono ti(bi)‌ negotium Et-‌ern(a)e et ipsam,‌ nec sit i(n)vidi(a) me(i)‌ Timotneo sangui(n)e suo."

"To the god Mercury, I entrust to you my affair with Eterna and her own self, and may Timotneus feel no jealousy of me at the risk of his life-blood." Old Harlow, England, found together with 3rd-4th century pottery

Mercury or Hermes is the god of thieves, magic and spells (among many other things) and as the guide of dead souls he moves freely between the world and the underworld. Hermes, Charon, Hekate, and Persephone were most often addressed to bring about a curse tablet's spell.

In comparison, this excerpt from a curse found inside a wax figurine in Upper Egypt, is far more dramatic:

"[...] Rouse yourselves, you daimones who lie here and seek out Euphêmia, to whom Dôrothea gave birth, for Thêon, to whom Proechia gave birth. Let her not be able to sleep for the entire night, but lead her until she comes to his feet, loving him with a frenzied love, with affection and with sexual intercourse. For I have bound her brain and hands and viscera and genitals and heart for the love of me, Thêon..." 5th century CE, Upper Egypt

The following, similar spell is also from Egypt. It was inscribed in Greek on a lead tablet that was rolled up around some strands of brownish red hair and inserted into the mouth of a mummy, to whom the spell was apparently addressed:

"Aye, lord demon, attract, inflame, destroy, burn, cause her to swoon from love as she is being burnt, inflamed. Goad the tortured soul, the heart of Karosa...until she leaps forth and comes to Apalos...out of passion and love, in this very hour, immediately, immediately; quickly, quickly...do not allow Karosa herself...to think of her [own] husband, her child, drink, food, but let her come melting for passion and love and intercourse, especially yearning for the intercourse of Apalos." Eshmunen, Egypt

Another spell of the same kind, but from a woman this time:

"Ad(iur)o … per magnum deum et per (An)terotas … et per eum, qui habet archep-torem (= accipitrem) supra caput et per septem stellas, ut, ex qua hora (h)oc somposuero (= composuero), non dormiat Sextilios, Dionysi(a)e ﬁlius, uratur furens, non dormiat neque sedeat neque loquatur, sed in mentem (h)abiat me Septimam, Amene (= Amoenae) ﬁlia(m); uratur furens amore et desiderio meo, anima et cor uratur Sextili, Dionysi(a)e ﬁlius (= ﬁlii), amore et desiderio meo. Septimes, Am(o)en(a)e ﬁli(a)e. Tu autem Abar Barbarie Eloee Sabaoth Pachnouphy Pythipemi, fac Sextilium, Dionysi(a)e ﬁlium, ne somnum contingat, set amore et desi derio meo uratur, (h)uius spiritus et cor comburatur, omnia membra totius corporis Sextili, Dionysi(a)e ﬁlius (ﬁlii). Si minus, descendo in adytus Osyris et dissolvam τὴν ταφήν et mittam ut a ﬂumine feratur; ego enim sum magnus decanus dei magni, dei AXRAMMACHALALA.E."

"I forswear you, the great god [i.e. Osiris], and Anterotes [Anteros, god of requited love] and the one with a hawk head [i.e. Horus, the Egyptian god of death], and the seven stars [i.e. planets], from the moment I put this tablet [into the grave], may Sextilius, son of Dionysia, not sleep, may he burn [with passion] in madness, may he not sleep, nor sit, nor speak, but bear in his mind me, Septima, daughter of Amoena; may he burn with love and longing for me, may the mind and heart of Sextilius, son of Dionysia, burn with love and longing for me, Septima, daughter of Amoena. And you, Abar, Barbarie, Eloe, Sabaoth, Pachnouphy, and Pythipemi, make Sextilius, son of Dionysia, unable to sleep, but burn with love and longing for me, may his spirit and heart, as well as all limbs of Sextilius’ body be consumed by love: if not, I will descend into the shrine [grave] of Osiris, open his grave and throw him [into the river], so that he is carried away by the current; because I am the great decan of the god, mighty god AXRAMMAXALALA.E." Sousse / Hadrumetum, Tunisia, 2nd century CE

Separation Curses

Many curses written for erotic motives aimed to drive a person desired away from their current lover, husband or wife and to direct their love towards the commissioner of the tablet:

"Of [Theti]ma and Dionysophon the ritual wedding and the marriage I bind by a written spell, and of all other wo[men], both widows and maidens, but of Thetima in particular, and I entrust to Makron and [the] daimones, and (only) when I should dig up again and unroll and read this, [?] that she might wed Dionysophon, but not before, for I wish him to take no other woman than me, and that [I] grow old with Dionysophon, and no one else. I [am] your supplicant: Have pity on Phila, dear daimones, for I am (a) dagina? of all my dear ones and I am abandoned. But guard [this] for my sake so that these things do not happen, and wretched Thetima perishes miserably. [...] but that I become happy and blessed." Pella, Macedonia, 375–350 BCE

"Makron" is most probably the name of the dead man in whose grave the tablet was deposited to deliver the message to the chthonic spirits of the underworld (the daimones).

Of course, those curses also targeted same-sex lovers:

"I turn away Euboles from Aineas, from his face, from his eyes, from his mouth, from his breasts, from his soul, from his belly, from his penis, from his anus, from his entire body. I turn away Euboles from Aineas." Nemea, Greece, 4th century BCE

Everlasting Sex

Cursing rivals with impotence and sexual misery and to attract a lover were also common motives. The culmination of the process was often envisaged as everlasting sex:

"I bind you, Theodotis, daughter of Eus, by the tail of the snake, the mouth of the crocodile, the horns of the ram, the poison of the asp, the hairs of the cat, and the penis of the god so that you may never be able to sleep with any other man, nor be screwed, nor be taken anally, nor fellate, nor find pleasure with any other man but me, Ammonion, son of Hermitaris. For I alone am LAMPSOURE’ OTHIKALAK’ AIPHNOSABAO’ STESEON’ UELLAPHONTA’ SANKIST’ CHPHURIS’ ON. Make us of this binding spell, employed by Isis, so that Theodotis, daughter of Eus, may no longer try anything with any other man but me alone, Ammonion, and may be subservient, obedient, eager, flying through the air seeking after Ammonion, son of Hermitaris and bring her thigh close to his, her genitals close to his, in unending intercourse for all the time of her life. And here are the figures:" [Features some images of a god holding a staff, with a snake at his feet, a crocodile to the upper right of the snake, a cat at the extreme right, two figures (perhaps a ram and the woman) above the crocodile, and other magical signs and letters and obscure drawings.] Egypt, 2nd-3rd century CE

I bind Theodora to remain unmarried to Charias, and I bind Charias to forget Theodora,and I bind Charias to forget . . . Theodora and sex with Theodora. And just as this corpse lies useless, so may all the words and deeds of Theodora be useless with regard to Charias and to the other people. I bind Theodora before Hermes of the underworld and before the unmarried and before Tethys. I bind everything, both her words and deeds toward Charias and toward other people, and her sex with Charias. 4th century BCE

The person performing the spell, presumably a woman who wants Charias for herself, wishes that Theodora be as incapable of having a sexual relation with Charias as the corpse into whose grave the tablet has been deposited. Graves and tombs were considered a gateway by means of which the curse would reach the dead or underworld deities charged with its execution.

Calling on Aphrodite

A curse intended to affect a person's sexuality oftentimes called upon those chthonic gods alongside a sexual deity—Aphrodite and Eros were quite common, as was the goddess Isis from the Egyptian pantheon.

An example of a sexual curse comes from a man named Pausanias (no, not the ancient historian) who wanted to bind a woman called Sime:

"Pausanias binds Sime, daughter of Amphitritus (may no one but Pausanias undo this spell) until she does for Pausanias everything Pausanias wants. May she not be able to get hold of a sacrificial victim of Athena, nor may Aphrodite look kindly upon her, before Sime embraces Pausanias." Akanthos, Macedonia, 4th or 3rd century BCE

The Penis Curse Tablet

This curse tablet from Cyprus’s old city kingdom of Amathus went straight to the point:

“May your penis hurt when you make love.” Amathus, Cyprus, 7th century CE

Pierre Aubert, head of Athens Archaeological School in Greece said the tablet showed a man standing holding something in his right hand that looks like an hour glass. Perhaps most surprising is the young age of this tablet: The inscription dates back to the 7th century CE when Christianity was already well established on Cyprus. While many of the old pagan beliefs had disappeared or been suppressed by this period, it is clear that people’s love of — and need for — sex-curses had not gone anywhere.

Today, we may not write our curses on lead tablets anymore, and fewer people will ask Hermes or Hekate for help. But the secret wishes to separate a desired partner from their spouse, attract a lover or rain impotence and disaster on a romantic rival are as alive as they were 3000 years ago.

Author's Note: If dates or places are missing beneath the curses, I was unable to track this information down. Despite this shortcoming, I hope to have given an enjoyable overview of the colourful curse tablets of ancient Greece, Egypt, and Rome.

Sources

Curse Tablet Entry on Wikipedia

Getting even in Roman Britain: The Curse Tablets from Bath (Aquae Sulis) by Carly Silver

Ancient Roman Curse Tablets Invoke Goddess Sulis Minerva to Kill and Maim

Curse Tablets from Roman Britain - Introduction: cicrus and court, sex and stealing

Curse Tablets from Roman Britain - Images of curse tablets

Roman Inscriptions of Britain - RIB 154 Curse

Roman Britain Britannia IV 1973

Supplemental Material - Georgetown University

Pella Curse Tablet

For All Time: An Examination of Romantic Love Through Curse Tablets by Alicia Deadrick

Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered - Erotic Magic in the Greco-Roman World by Radcliffe G. Edmonds

Archaeology Magazine: When Spells Worked Magic by Christopher A. Farone

Oracles, Curses, and Risk Among the Ancient Greeks by Esther Eidinow

Latin Curse Texts: Mediterranean Tradition and Local Diversity by Daniela Urbanová

Atlas Obscura presents six sites with a sexual history

Mentalfloss: 7 Ancient Roman Curses You Can Work into Modern Life