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futuroprimordial · 1 year

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Inner Refuge/Refugio Interno

"Space can be experienced in this body, in these chakras, in these channels, and particularly in our heart. So we draw our attention to our own body, our physical body. . . .If we engage the experience of being, nakedly and directly, we will discover the sacred body.

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Our true being and energy abide in the sacred space within the heart. So this is where we go for refuge. That is where we focus our searching mind and allow our doubts and questions to exhaust themselves. Just simply draw your attention within, become still and feel the deep stillness that is always there. you can never lose it, because you are it.

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Throughout the history of humankind, people have been revering and bowing before sacred mountains, images of goddess and goddesses, and shrines. We have made offerings with great respect and awe and have prayed for guidance. This is the attitude you want to have for the space within at this very moment. Whether the entrance to this moment of experience is chaotic and noisy or serene and sublime makes no difference. What is important is your attitude of respect and your ability to draw unwavering attention inward and become conscious of stillness. Having trust and respect is a conventional sense of refuge. Bowing, making offerings, and feeling joy and inspiration toward the refuge of your being is another conventional sense of refuge. BEING that stillness, BEING that space, is the ultimate sense of refuge. Both the conventional and ultimate aspects of refuge are important to have in order to awaken the luminous mind.

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...rest in that union, that openness and awareness, feeling completely boundless, feeling this vast, infinite space around and within you...

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Resting continuously in that nondual state, gradually experience a sense of warmth, a sense of joy in your heart. Just feel it. Allow it. It is there. . . .That very natural and deep sense of joy is the joy of being, the joy of who you are..

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As you feel it allow it to expand through your heart and through the rest of your body, through your flesh, bones, blood, skin, through your face, your eyes - through every cell of your body.

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Once you have recognized, connected with, and felt that warmth, try to express it. . . .Connect with the warm that becomes available, and let the warmth be reflected in your voice. Not only will the words that come from that inner source be kinder and more creative, but you will be able to see this reflected in the other person as warmth comes back toward you.

Again and again, remember to bring awareness to the inner refuge and connect with the awareness of openness directly - the place of union - until it pervades all of your experiences. Actively intend to do this five times daily, particularly when you are challenged or irritated in any way. Particularly at those times, connect with the place of union and express warmth in your speech or actions, or simply host warmth thoughts and feelings."

Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche, Awakening the Luminous Mind

"El espacio se puede experimentar en este cuerpo, en estos chakras, en estos canales energéticos, y particularmente en nuestro corazón. Entonces llamamos nuestra atención a nuestro propio cuerpo, nuestro cuerpo físico... Si nos involucramos en la experiencia de ser, desnuda y directamente, descubriremos el cuerpo sagrado. . . . Nuestro verdadero ser y energía residen en el espacio sagrado dentro del corazón. Así que aquí es donde vamos a refugiarnos. Ahí es donde enfocamos nuestra mente en busca y permitimos que nuestras dudas y preguntas se agoten. Simplemente llama tu atención hacia adentro, quédate quieto y siente la profunda quietud que siempre está ahí. nunca puedes perderlo, porque tú lo eres. . . . A lo largo de la historia de la humanidad, la gente ha reverenciado e inclinado ante montañas sagradas, imágenes de diosas y diosas y santuarios. Hemos hecho ofrendas con gran respeto y asombro y hemos orado pidiendo orientación. Esta es la actitud que quieres tener para el espacio interior en este mismo momento. No importa si la entrada a este momento de experiencia es caótica y ruidosa o serena y sublime. Lo importante es tu actitud de respeto y tu habilidad para atraer una atención inquebrantable hacia adentro y volverte consciente de la quietud. Tener confianza y respeto es un sentido convencional de refugio. Hacer reverencias, hacer ofrendas y sentir alegría e inspiración hacia el refugio de tu ser es otro sentido convencional de refugio. SER esa quietud, SER ese espacio, es el último sentido de refugio. Tanto los aspectos convencionales como los últimos del refugio son importantes para despertar la mente luminosa.

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... descansa en esa unión, esa apertura y conciencia, sintiéndote completamente ilimitado, sintiendo este vasto e infinito espacio a tu alrededor y dentro de ti...

. . . Descansando continuamente en ese estado no dual, experimente gradualmente una sensación de calidez, una sensación de alegría en su corazón. Sólo siéntelo. Permitelo. Está ahí. . . .Ese sentido muy natural y profundo de alegría es la alegría de ser, la alegría de quién eres.

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Mientras lo sientas, permite que se expanda a través de tu corazón y del resto de tu cuerpo, a través de tu carne, huesos, sangre, piel, a través de tu rostro, tus ojos, a través de cada célula de tu cuerpo. . . . Una vez que hayas reconocido, conectado y sentido ese calor, trata de expresarlo. . . .

Conéctate con la calidez que se vuelve disponible y deja que la calidez se refleje en tu voz. No solo las palabras que provienen de esa fuente interna serán más amables y creativas, sino que podrás ver esto reflejado en la otra persona a medida que el calor regresa hacia ti. Una y otra vez, recuerda llevar la conciencia al refugio interior y conectarte directamente con la conciencia de la apertura, el lugar de la unión, hasta que impregne todas tus experiencias. Ten la intención activa de hacer esto cinco veces al día, especialmente cuando te sientas algún problema o o te sientas irritado de alguna manera. Particularmente en esos momentos, conéctate con el lugar de unión y expra esa calidez entus palabras o acciones, o simplemente alberga pensamientos y sentimientos cálidos".

Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche, El Despertar de la Mente Luminosa

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Tantric Painting (Unattributed)

#dzogchen #tantrism #gnosticism #mysticism #sacred

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gnopi0kwj4jd5 · 1 year

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briselegeredansletemps · 1 month

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D2testation

De cette aversion, pénétrer ton esprit et m'y couler comme un fleuve, sentir le moindre de tes méandres, l'étal de tes eaux basses et de tes hautes crues, m'y sentir si bien, me répandre de bonheur dans le creux de ton esprit torturés.

De cette température moite aux revers retors, "mords-moi !" j'entends ces mots en moi, mords-moi et mange-moi, repets-toi, use-moi.

Une pause.

et le chant reprend, intérieure sourdine. Lancinante sourdine qui va-et-vient de détestations en orgasmes, de plus en plus intenses polarités appétissantes et c'est moi qui te mange. Ô que j'aime ton esprit. Ô que j'aime le prendre et caresser les failles - huge ! béantes ! des mains de géantes ! - qui se referment sur ma peau.

#santé mentale #poésie #upthebaguette #tantrisme

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veeneraa · 10 months

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giving u head telepathically

#sapphic ns/fw #wlw ns/fw #wlw community #sapphic nsft #lesbian ns/fw #wlw #tantrism #lesbian #sapphic

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inkyquince · 7 months

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anyway, durge having weird ritual blood sex with gortash. Shout out to @angrelysimpping who sent the prompt from the sex magic book they were reading because we're both insane.

characters. lord enver gortash :3

content warning. dark urge reader. pre-tadpole era. gortash being viciously down bad, because he's very willing to have sex with durge while they're covered in blood and being watched by the cultists. exhibitionism. blood play. gore mention, along with murder. 2.6k words.

"Howerever, he also added a powerful dose of Tantrism by suggesting that magical work should be conducted in the nude, with the ritual use of a flail, and that rites should be led by a High Priest and High Priestess who would literally or symbolically couple at the climax of certain rituals." The Book Of English Magic, Carr-Gomm. P.

Gortash was not one to be summoned. Summoned, sent for, demanded to show up with haste at the whim of someone else. While he might schmooze with the Duke and hastily head over when Ravengard demands him to come talk, he is a man not to be controlled and demanded things of.

But you always were such a delicious thorn in his side. While others, like Thorm, would try to pry it out, getting their fingers bloodied as they struggled to grip onto it, Gortash relished the sting that came with every movement. The ache, the soreness of the skin struggling to reject the barb, the trickle of blood leaking down his side. He adored it. The cushy life he led in Baldur’s Gate had softened his skin, despite the sulfur of the hells soaked into it. You were refreshing. A tinge of pain that was inflicted on him in the House of Hope by the boatload, except this time, the claws that had raked down his back as a punishment had turned into something deeply pleasurable for him.

So when you sent for him, he’d never dream of keeping you waiting. Your letter mentioned something about needing his help with a ritual of Bhaal’s, so while he was looking forward to seeing you, he was quietly hoping that you weren’t about to blood sacrifice him or something. It would put a damper on the plans you two shared.

Gortash knows the path down to Bhaal’s temple well enough by now. He almost basked in it, enjoying the looks the other worshippers would shoot him as he made his way down, some questioning, some openly hostile and a select few viciously jealous. But this journey down was different. No stray cultists, whispering about guts and garroting. No weird little butler scuttling after him.

Nothing.

Except when the chanting reaches his ears.

The low, rhythmic voices, all whispering, all culminating into something strange, something wrong, something that makes the hair on his neck stand up on end. Gods, he really hopes he isn’t a sacrificial lamb here. He refuses to spurn an invitation from you, so he continues down, down, down, the chanting getting louder, louder, louder.

Entering the main sanctum, he finally sees all. Bhaalists crowding all the stairs leading down to the platform with the sacrificial altar, with no sign of you. Just a deep, dark, pool of blood, big enough for someone to swim in. Even more worrying.

His presence didn’t go unnoticed. The cultists were already parting for him to make his way through, and closing in behind him, barring him from exiting. The whispers quietened for just a second before resuming, even louder as he was prodded, like cattle to continue down. Before too long he stood on the platform, his palms itching. Just when he was about to demand answers, the chanting stopped, the disconcerting whispers cutting off into dead silence immediately.

The blood in the pool quivered and a body breached the liquid, coated in a deep, slippery crimson.

Fuck.

Gortash always knew you were sublime in red. But you were completely covered. Dripping blood as you step out of the pool, you don’t even push away the blood painting your face, not when you open your eyes and focus on him.

The entire room seemed to drink you in, your naked form, glazed with the very essence your father urged you to spill. It was only a few seconds of silence before the chanting resumed, but it was different this time. As if the previous whispering had been a chorus of begging, for you to emerge, but now? It was a demand, for the ritual to resume, for it to be completed, to taint the room further.

All the air in Gortash’s lungs had stilled, but when you came closer, it rushed out all at once. Your naked form was always deeply divine to him, no matter how many times he bedded it. While he paid for his whores and some married ladies adorned his bed, he often got tired of them, seeing them as run through, and no longer exciting. But you? Fuck. Hells, even your bloodied, nude form was already getting him hard.

“Sorry for the vague invitation.” You murmur, as if you two were at a soiree that he just got the invitation for. “Needed someone for this and I don’t think Thorm can get it up at his age.”

Gortash’s lips twitch, but your bloodied fingers curling around his wrist silenced his snarky retort. Nothing to say, not when you lead him to the altar.

“What-”

You hushed him, pressing a finger against his lips and leaving a crimson mark in its wake.

“Don’t worry. Just a ritual for each decade that passes. Better me than Sarevok, believe me, even if he has run out of his own spawn to give daughters to.” You roll your eyes but push him back, against the altar, forcing him down as you straddle him, staining his clothes.

He’ll never throw them out.

The altar was no soft bed, and while he wasn’t a squeamish man, the strong smell of blood was clouding his head. It was at this angle, that he noticed the cuts along your side, looking like marks made by a flail, even though the blood you were drenched in weren’t from your own injuries. Even the dozens of eyes trained on the two of you, there was a delicious string of excitement, pulling his spine taut and tight.

Gortash was no Bhaalist, not when he followed Bane, so while he was no stranger to certain rituals, he was unused to ones of this… Variety. He made a note to himself that he should read up on them, just in case he was about to have a Bhaalspawn of his own somehow. Not that there has never been an attempt to baby trap him in the past, but this was… Different.

You, naked and bloodied, on top of him with wild, dark eyes, the chanting of some, excuse his phrasing, cultist weirdos echoing in his ears. The only thought his mind could form as you dragged your hand over his lips, down his throat, was that if this was a ritual purely for Bhaal, he did hope He wasn’t aware that he was the one getting hard underneath his favorite spawn.

But that seemed to be the point. You gave him a dangerous smile, blood slipping in between your lips and staining your teeth, similar to when you’d bite him during sex and come away with crimson painting your tongue. As per usual, you had no patience for his belt, instead opting to barely loosen it and slip his trousers down enough for his cock to spring free. Thank the Gods he had, a self admittedly fat, “pretty” cock. Though, he doubts if he didn’t, you wouldn’t have bothered with him beyond your first tryst. But being humiliated in front of the dagger happy zealots was not high on his list of priorities.

His busy mind screeched to a halt as you slowly began to pump his cock, even as he was hard as hells. Your touch, even just a nudge or your fingers brushing, felt like lightning, like something otherworldly was deigning to caress his very mortal skin. Your eyes, so delicious and darkened drank in his expression, his slow, shallow breaths as you continued to practically fucking play with him, like a mouse under your claw.

“Don’t tease me.” He murmured, low and throaty, just for the two of you and you just smiled your wicked grin.

Instead of heeding his request, you leaned down, as if to press a kiss to his chapped lips, and he raised his head to meet your kiss, but instead of something soft, he felt your teeth bite down. Splitting his bottom lip and letting his own blood trickle into your mouth. Even with just a few seconds of your lips against his even with the pain of being bitten, he missed it the second you pulled away. You firmly pushed him back down, but the ache from slamming his head against the stone altar was muted, when you refused to let up on massaging his cock, the pleasure seeping into his veins like poison.

“Fuck.” He hissed through his teeth, wanting to lean his head back and shut his eyes, but there was something deeply magnetic lingering in your eyes that made it impossible for him to ever look away.

You yourself slowly grinded against his thigh, enjoying the way the Chosen of Bane squirmed like a rodent caught in a trap. Shame he was such a charming rodent, one that nosed against your ear and chittered oh so invitingly. Your older brother hated the scurrying little things so, he used to take you aside as a child, and whisper to you exactly how to catch them, and then make them squeal. But this rodent, with his nice dark coat and fiendish eyes, the one who squirms so nice in your hand? He seems a bit too cute to crush.

Especially with the way he was panting low and hard, his tongue dragging over his teeth. Blood smeared over his mouth and chin, and his clothes were stained similarly. Delicious.

“Just let me fuck you already.” He gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into your bare, bloodied thighs.

“Oh, that’s cute.” You murmured, low and heady in the way he adores so, at least in his room with the servants sent home for the day. You felt his cock twitch in your hand at the tone. “This is about restraint. Submission.”

Gortash hissed through his teeth again, but said nothing, just drank the sight of you in. You finally took pity, with his hungry, desperate eyes that you usually only saw at the meetings, with maps strewn across the table, as he talked about the plans for the future. It’s also a look that he used to give you when you two first met. Raising your hands to his lips and kissing the knuckles, eyes boring into you. It’s a look that grew in intensity each time you met, until the night he got you alone finally, dragging his hand greedily over your side as he leaned in to kiss your throat. You’d thought it would end up diminishing but it never did. It quietened at times, but he had the look of an addict waiting for his next fix.

Finally shifting up, you pressed his leaking cockhead against your hole. Enver could feel it slicked with blood, but his mind raced with thoughts about you getting ready for the ritual, writing out the letter inviting him down as you slowly fingered yourself, lubed up to your knuckles and imagining him. Or Thorm, since apparently he was also an option. Thank the Gods that the sight of you dipped head to toe in blood was far more arousing than that intrusive thought, otherwise he might have gone soft. No doubt if you two were ever having sex and he lost his erection, you’d butcher him right then and there.

No, just his cockhead slipping inside of you had him struggling to concentrate, the chanting beginning to rise in volume again. Gortash couldn’t even figure out the words, it just made his head spin.

You just watched him try to breathe slowly and evenly as you enjoyed the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you before you slammed your hips down, making him bottom out inside of you. His cock was your favorite, no doubt about it. Out of all the ones you’ve seen, flaccid and puckered in death as your followers stripped them of their belongings, hard and ready for the select lovers you picked out, unaware that they were bedding a spawn of Bhaal, his remained the best. Maybe it was because he was one of the few madmen ready to stick their dick in the God of Murder’s child, maybe it was because it was curved in a way that hit just right deep inside of you. Or maybe he was one of the few men that had the talent to back up their bragging mouth.

Gortash couldn’t help but thrust upwards, into you, basking in the whorish sounds of your moans. Your fingers dug into the section of his exposed chest, beginning to ride him in earnest, as if there weren't the cultists watching without heat to their eyes, as if watching you do your daily chores. Wasn’t exactly a turn on, Enver thought grimly, though if you would just let him finally take you to the brothel and allow at least the prostitutes to admire the amazing work you two put into having disgustingly dirty sex.

You rode him roughly, just watching as he struggled to look away from you, his own blunt nails digging into your thighs even more, as if trying to make sure to keep you there. Blood coated his cock as he thrusted up into you the wet slapping of skin against crimson glazed skin echoing throughout the room, the chanting drowning out your shared sighs and moans.

Fuck, it felt too good. He was dying to fondle your chest, pinch your nipples till they were all sore and puffy and so cute. The only downsides that he could only be half sure that you wouldn’t cut off his hand for touching anywhere other than your perfect fucking thighs. The blood was slowly drying on you, the glimmering sheen giving way to a dark matte look, pieces flaking off. You looked fucking perfect.

Gortash was clinging onto the edge, concentrating on not cumming before you did, but you wouldn’t be one of his favorite pieces of ass if you couldn’t see through him as if he was made of glass. With a nasty smirk, you leaned down again, mid bounce and kissed him right on the mouth, swearing the blood from his bitten lip. It was too much at that point. He was not some virgin who came from kissing, but fuck. Fuck.

He arched his back, pressing his cock deep inside of you as he came, filling you up till it began to drip out, along your bloodied thighs. You sighed, low and soft, tensing up around him to the point the poor fuck was seeing stars. The chanting slowly eased off into the casual hum of conversation, as you slowly slipped the Lord out of you, letting his cum spill out freely.

The cultists dispersed among themselves and back into the alternating halls as Gortash slowly regained his breath and sat up.

“A little head’s up would have been greatly appreciated.” He grumbled, hiking his trousers back up and tucking his softening cock away.

“And miss out on the chance of you chickening out?”

“I’d never.” He finally sat up and watched as the cum slipped down your legs to the floor, mixing with the blood to make a soft pink color. “... But if I did fail to show, any particular person you’d have picked?”

“Probably would have grabbed a random guy. Like the one who loves to skin people while they’re dying.”

Gortash quietly made a note to have that certain one jailed for some other thing as you stretched and glanced back at him.

“I need company as I bathe.”

You, of course, would never ask him to give you company as you washed yourself of all the blood and cum, but who was he to say no to such an appealing command?

#quincewrites #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #enver gortash #bg3 gortash #gortash x durge #dark urge

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princessjojo-x · 6 months

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Aries Mars

💝 he gets over things & moves on very quickly, especially in regards to his love interests, which is typical for a fire mars. he often loses interest in partners once he’s ‘obtained’ them & he’ll run away just as fast as he perused them initially. if you’re waiting for him to come back for you, don’t hold your breath.

💝 due to the impressive speed of his reactions & decision, life’s shocks never make him freeze & he thrives under pressure. he views life as a game or battle that needs to be won.

💝 he is impulsive, driven, independent, self-centred, blunt, dominant, aggressive & hot headed.

💝 he’s surprisingly very sensitive to criticism.

💝 when he’s attracted to someone he goes after them knowing he’s going to pull them. if he isn’t overly pursuing you then you can be sure he isn’t interested bc he’s always completely transparent with his intentions. all fire sign mars don’t waste time when it comes to sleeping with someone they want to.

💝 men with aries placements in general will try to get a reaction out of you (play fight with you, pull your hair, tease you, etc). once you do react their eyes light up like they just won a contest. “come on, fight me, you don’t wanna fight bc you know you’ll lose” vybz.

💝 although he may be critical of his lovers himself, he will fight ferociously to defend them against anyone else who dares to attack them.

💝 he is quick to anger but quick to forgive & forget too; he doesn’t hold grudges or resentment. he approaches problems head on so he can move past them asap. he won’t hold back from speaking abt what has angered him but this causes others to view him as confrontational. he may express his anger in a childish or dramatic way (screaming, throwing things etc); he may even lash out for attention. the best way to piss him off during conflict is to just laugh at anything he says; all he wants is a reaction so don’t give it to him!

💝 this placement is a blessing in terms of energy levels & health. he likely enjoys exercise & gains muscle easily.

Turn On’s:

💝 usually he feels most comfortable & safe expressing his anger with his partners compared to anyone else. his partner needs to ensure she is strong enough to handle his temper & provides him an of equal amount of combativeness. if she can’t stand her ground & gives in to him all the time, he’ll feel irritated by her & soon lose interest in her.

💝 to retain his interest & make this rxship last, be devoted to keeping the sparks flying & ensure to always remain a little elusive. he has a tendency to enjoy the chase more than the end result. unfortunately, he is easily bored.

💝 despite his strong libido, if his partner gives in too easily, he can lose interest. he prefers bratty subs who allow him to chase instead of submissive individuals who allow him to immediately dominate them. even though, he likes to be the dominant one/in charge sexually, he likes an independent & strong woman; “go-getter” type with with a fierce temperament

💝 he wants to feel like sex is a challenge or competition. test the waters to see what feels like a challenge for him (battling him, calling him good or bad, making him compete for you). he likes playing games in the bedroom, especially ones where his partner is out of reach bc he is so turned on by ‘the chase’.

💝 his need for fun & excitement means he loves a partner that surprises him in the bedroom & catches him unaware!

💝 he likes power plays & thrills between dominance & submission - starting a fight as a form of foreplay, begging, teasing, tantrism, quick & rough sex (with no or little lube), hate & angry sex, hair pulling, scratching back, biting lips, against the wall, pinning you down, oral (passive), anal (active), etc.

💝 he enjoys the feelings of having sex in a risky place where he could get caught. he prefers unrestricted sex & loves spontaneous partners who are willing to do it anywhere & anytime.

💝 sports themes & fetishization (fit/toned body types)

💝 shaved/waxed genitals

💝 nudism (meaning: non-sexual social nudity in private or public)

💝 multiple sex partners (group sex)

💝 heat (summer days, steam rooms, sweat)

💝 when dirty talking with him, you need to say words fast, loud, bold & powerful. if you say something & he doesn’t like it, laugh it off & move past it.

💝 his heads is his erogenous zones (head massages, touching his face)

💝 he likes blonde, tanned, younger women with long legs, long hair & small breasts.

Turn Off’s:

💝 he dislikes confusion & deception from his partner.

Performance:

💝 typically he’s not sensual (this depends on his other placements).

💝 he acts rather selfish & quick during sex as he has a spontaneous desire. he’s impatient with too much foreplay & prefers to get straight to the point. he won’t go to great lengths to please you unless he loves you.

💝 he has quick recovery rate & one of the strongest libidos out all mars signs.

💝 he can be quite sharp & argumentative with those he finds attractive bc sexual desire strirs up anger for him; this means he’s likely to fuck someone he hates.

#astrology #astro notes #mars signs #aries mars

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