There are few things as soul-crushing in the writing process (at least to me) than getting a bunch of characters in a room with the intention of something happening, then the characters proceed to stand around and stare at each other.
Or worse, look at you like this.
My characters didn’t know why they were there. I didn’t know why they were there either. I had no clue what they were supposed to be doing, so I’d start throwing random instructions at them: “Fight, characters! You guys should fight now! Maybe fighting will make this event have a purpose!” Which inevitably resulted in characters going through the motions of battle for no apparent reason, like they had all lost their minds.
What was the problem? I didn’t know how to write a scene. I didn’t know what a scene was. I had a vague definition that it was something about changing scenery, or just “something happening”.
It’s not. And once I learned what a scene was, my characters got to stop pummeling each other, while wishing they could pummel me.
So what is a scene?
The definition of a scene is kind of like the definition of a story. Story is change, a massive change in the life of your main character. A scene is change too, but much smaller, and part of that huge story change. You couldn’t have the BIG change without these tiny changes. Thus, a scene is not switching scenery. It’s not flipping to a new Character’s POV. It’s one segment of change, which triggers the next change, which triggers the next, which gradually build into sequences, which build into Acts, which build into story.
So what goes into a scene? How does it work?
1. Alternating Charges
If a scene opens positive, it will turn negative by the end. If it opens negative, it will end positive. Simple.
2. Character Goals
Everybody in a scene wants something. If they don’t want anything, they shouldn’t be in the scene. And these characters, with their often opposing goals, are going to employ different tactics on each other to get what they want. Which creates …
3. Escalating Conflict
Conflict is created when one character wants one thing and another wants something else, right? So the characters in the scene are each pushing for something different, each new tactic increasing in determination. And what are these actions called?
The beats of a scene are exchanges of action and reaction. One character does something, another character reacts. All exchanges (beats) are pushing the scene onward, building tension and conflict, until finally …
5. Turns & Revelations
The scene turns. The positive has changed to negative. Something has been discovered. The story has spun in a new direction.
6. Connection to Story Objective
Every scene must be connected to the BIG goal of the story, the main character is taking small actions to reach that big goal. If it isn’t obviously connected to this big plot, it won’t make sense. Your reader won’t know why the heck they’re reading the scene. Which brings us to …
7. Logic & Necessity
Every scene must be necessary. It must be able to be linked with the previous scene. “Because that happened in the previous scene, THIS must happen in this scene.”
So! To see how that all works, let’s break down a scene from Tangled. (Because I used it in the last post to map out how a premise works, and my little writer heart can’t resist symmetry.)
Rapunzel’s Goal: Rise up against her mother – finally.
Gothel’s Goal: Regain control.
Escalating Conflict: They’re fighting over who controls Rapunzel, and this battle causes them to go from “mother and daughter” to “enemies”. The conflict builds nicely in this scene, causing the story turn.
Connection to Story Objective: Throughout the movie, the big thing Rapunzel wants is freedom, she wants her life to begin, she wants to have a new dream. This is the moment she figures out how to do that; it’s not escaping the tower, it’s escaping Gothel’s control over her.
So! Here’s the scene.
“Rapunzel? Rapunzel, what’s going on up there?”
Ignores her. Still processing the tremendous implications of this revelation.
“Are you alright?"
"I’m the lost princess.” (Dumbfounded. Almost whispering it to herself.)
“Oh, please speak up Rapunzel! You know how I hate the mumbling.” (Bullying.)
“I am the lost princess! Aren’t I?” (Fighting back. She will not be bullied anymore.)
Gothel stares, stunned. She’s rendered temporarily speechless, because her secret’s been revealed finally, and her victim is actually fighting against her.
“Did I mumble, Mother? Or should I even call you that?” (Accusing. Drawing herself up taller. Looking down on Gothel and glaring. She’s seeing her clearly for the first time in her life.)
After a pause, thinking up a tactic. “Oh, Rapunzel, do you even hear yourself? How could you ask such a ridiculous question?” (Laughs. Ridicules. Attempts to make her feel childish, dumb, worthy of being mocked. Tactics which have always worked. She even begins to hug her.)
Rapunzel pushes her. “It was you! It was all you!” (Still accusing and angry, but pain is beginning to show. It’s almost like she’s giving her a chance to explain herself.)
“Everything I did was to protect you.” (And Gothel doesn’t say anything redeeming. She’s holier than thou, regal, bestowing kindness on an ungrateful, stupid child. Trying to control through guilt.)
Rapunzel rams her out of the way.
“Rapunzel!” (Shouting. Now trying anger.)
“I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power …” (Leaves her.)
"Rapunzel!” (Still trying the anger angle.)
“But I should have been hiding from you.” (Throwing the truth at her.)
“Where will you go? He won’t be there for you.” (She’s tried everything else. It’s time to attack her heart.)
“What did you do to him?” (Fear)
“That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes.” (She’s keeping up the disapproving mother act, but striking her right where it will hurt her most.)
“No.” (She’s stopped. Shrinking in on herself. Staring, horrified. And Gothel thinks she’s won.)
“Now, now. It’s alright. Listen to me. All of this is as it should be.” She goes to pat Rapunzel’s head, a gesture symbolic of her superiority, her physical, mental, and emotional control over her victim.
Rapunzel grabs Gothel’s wrist. “No! You were wrong about the world. And you were wrong about me! And I will never let you use my hair again!"
Gothel wrenches free, stumbling backwards in shock and anger, breaking the mirror in the process.
"You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy.” (Well, now emotional control is over. It’s time to start stabbing Rapunzel’s boyfriend.)
This action has no reaction, interestingly. It leaves us hanging, a cliffhanger created with only beats.
Closing Charge: Negative. She’s now a full-fledged villain, the motherly persona shed, and she’s determined to get what she wants whatever the cost.
Turn: It changed from positive to negative, and now we’ve got a Flynn-stabbing witch to deal with.
Revelation: She’s always been evil. She has always been the bad guy. The motherly act was just that, an act.
Logic & Necessity: This scene fits with the previous scene, and the one that follows.
Though I’ve seen these concepts in many books, the place I first learned about it (and the best resource for scene design in my opinion) is the book Story by Robert McKee. It’s helped me countless times, is one of my favorite books on storytelling, and I highly recommend it if you write anything.
I realize that these definitions were a little vague, so I’ll be explaining things more thoroughly in subsequent posts.
I am a Huge Nerd for alien and human interactions that go across tumblr (space Australia and Stabby come to mind) but like for real what about the human concept of luck? Each culture has its own, too, and also superstition so like this human will go nowhere near black cats but others are just like ‘oh kitty kitty kitty’.
Try to explain to someone that doesn’t understand that breaking a mirror is more than just a glass hazard. No it’s not a mystical mirror or a religious thing. It’s just a mirror, you broke it, now you get 7 earth years of bad luck. Is to the day? Who knows. But 7 years dude.
Or like that one person who always has stuff break around them. ‘Why are they banned from the engine room?’ 'Just trust us Nyrak.’
Or what about people who things always go outrageously right for. That person where any number of the things that happen should not even be able to happen, and yet here we are.
That person that has the luck/innate skill to balance anything on their nose.
Lucky numbers. The importance of the zodiac too, while we’re at it. “The stars are not in alignment” 'have you been reading that human newspaper again Marshal?’ “No, Lydia, shut up” ,Are your species sensitive to the stars, humans?, “Nyark you know if I could explain it I would but I honestly cannot”
Good luck explaining Murphy’s Law to aliens who do not have the concept of luck or cosmic mythical interference.
• Every time I go in a Target, I become invisible. People can’t hear me talking to them even when I’m standing right in front of them. Waving in their faces doesn’t seem to work.
• I once walked up to an entire group of red-vest-wearing employees and had all five of them walk away from me mid-question.
•They seem to migrate from the toy section to the food section like soulless jellyfish.
• They don’t know if Target sells dish soap.
• I don’t know if Target sells dish soap.
• Once, a person walked over, picked up a fuzzy throw-blanket out of my cart, and left with it while I stood there telling them that it was mine.
• The always weirdly crowded shoe section that’s mostly sandals.
• Last month I stopped in the mini Starbucks area of Target and stepped up to a surprisingly empty counter (for the middle of the day). No one appeared for the entire twenty minutes that I waited, but the lights went off and on a few times.
• I once saw a man entering Target with a screaming child over his shoulder. She had an ‘Out of Order’ sign in her hand, and kept repeating, ’I don’t want to go here.
• Their clothing sizes are darkest black magic.
• The changing rooms. (Before they vanished.)
• I lost four people in the middle of the furniture isle. I found them a half hour later in Hot Topic.
• I once stopped at a Target for a bathroom break during a long road-trip. When I entered the store, half the lights were off in the back section, and someone was yelling, “STOP IT, YOU GIANT BITCH!”
• There’s always a questionable swamp in the corner of the Target bathroom.
• When they switch all the moving/talking Halloween items over to the moving/talking Christmas items.
• I’ve seen eight different dogs wandering around by themselves.
• The local Target has birds flying around inside all the time.
• When I was a teenager there was this guy who drove around the Target parking lot blasting the chicken dance and dancing with his shoulders.
• I’ve seen a thousand mirrors break in Target during ‘move into your dorm room’ season. Doubt anybody buried a potato.
• They owe me $20
• I keep finding children in the clothing racks. (I don’t keep them.)
• You can never return anything, ever.
• If you eat their food you probably will never be able to return to the human world.
• Every picture I take in there comes out weird. Blurry, too bright, smudgy, wavy, too dark, weirdly green???
• That last checkout lane at the end with all the ‘as seen on Tv’ items and a million creepy jugs of green liquid for kids.
• I have 14 year-old socks from Target that look brand new. (My clothes typically develop holes the moment I look at them.)
• The animal heads.
• Pit of Death (aka: the far back corner where seasonal stuff goes to die.)
• I once kicked one of the giant red orbs outside and it moved.
• I watched a guy causally glide out of the loading doors and into the parking lot on a huge dolly.
• The ‘Is This Actually Only A Dollar Or Is It Five?’ section.
• I spent a half hour listening to a guy tell me why I needed an IPhone or I can’t be a part of human society. This was before the first iPhone was even for sale in the store.
• It’s bigger on the inside.
• I found this hideous lump of a fur hat for sale last winter, and wore it around the store my entire time there. Still invisible.
So when you say all's fair in love and prank wars except live spiders, I'm guessing someone has used live spriders against you before? Was Steve salty because he was losing?
between captain america, and black widow or spiderman, who the heck do you think is deploying live arachnids in a prank war??? it sure isnt steven ‘my superpower is breaking mirrors with my high-pitched screamin’ rogers, who can fight nazis but not the tiny clump of hair he thought was a spider in the shower
Azula breaking the mirror, which is a symbol of her broken mind.
But also, when she breaks it, only the segment where the likeness of Ursa appeared is broken, leaving us with only Azula, and her thoughts. This is emphasized when we see an aerial shot of the room, showing Azula as being very small, and alone in that large, empty room.
Lance stares back at the mirror suspiciously, wondering why in the hell Pidge would ever want to keep that. It’s not like she would need it or anything, and Lance hold no grudges against it, it’s just…
Creepy because of the old fashioned golden frame with an inscription that said, erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
Whatever alien language that was in.
Suspicious because when Pidge had found it during a mission, she claimed to have seen her brother and father in the reflection, smiling at her, hoping it was some kind of clue, and thus she brings it on board to the castle.
Lance called the bull immediately, wanting to get rid of that…mirror thing…as soon as possible. He could think of all the bad things that could happen, everything he’s seen in movies come flashing through his mind…like what if one of the paladins got literally sucked in and can’t get themselves out? Or what if one of them couldn’t take their eyes off the reflection because they saw some kind of traumatizing thing that could affect their brains?
Whatever the possibilities, it’s just unlikely to find something this enchanting with their luck. But the others took Pidge’s word over his ridiculous thoughts, thinking what possible damage could a mirror do? It’s only a big piece of glass surrounded by a fancy old frame, glass for which people could check their reflection, that’s all a mirror is after all.
It was a quiet night, up until the point when Lance woke up from a nightmare, and all he could do was pace around the castle in order to clear his mind from all the horrid images that would flash in his head from the bad dream. He didn’t feel like going back to sleep any time soon, and getting some food from the kitchen to help him fall asleep wasn’t exactly something he want to do at two in the morning.
He thought about going to the training deck to help tire him out, and keep his mind busy at the same time, seeing that he wasn’t going back to bed in his room any time now.
Once he was in the training deck, he was just about to demand for a level, expecting the training bot to come out, until he was interrupted by a quick flash of light in his peripheral vision that caught his attention. He walks closer to the light, keeping his footsteps light as if he was approaching a small creature. He keeps his eyes open, thinking that if he loses his eye contact, the light would disappear in a flash.
It comes to his disappointment when the light of the object that caught his direct attention was just the lights of the training deck reflecting off that stupid mirror Pidge brought home.
However, he does look good in it.
He runs his eyes back over the frames of the mirror.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
Still gibberish, if you ask him.
Lance’s eyes drifts into the actual mirror, and checks himself out, happy to see that there wasn’t a line of worry on his face, or a break out any where in his sight. His hair was a disheveled mess, sticking up in every direction due to the twists and turns he had done in bed because of the nightmares. He didn’t bother to fix it up, knowing that he’ll just fall asleep, and it’ll still be an untidy mess when he wakes up. He does a couple of poses just for the fun of it, chuckling softly at his reflection as he was making faces for his own enjoyment.
Okay, maybe the mirror isn’t as evil or creepy as Lance thought it would be, but it still doesn’t mean that finding this during a mission, along Pidge saying she saw her brother, it doesn’t make it any more suspicious than it already is. Useful, maybe, but still suspicious.
He feels a yawn release itself from his chest and escape his lips, and he decides to leave the deck before he falls asleep on the spot. Lance was giving one more finger gun at himself towards the mirror, until he sees it.
He catches his breath, and his heart felt like it almost dropped to the pit of his stomach. Scratch that, he feels his stomach begin to churn, aching with a sense of longing and sickness. There was no way that what he was seeing was actually real, but he refuses to look away and search behind him to see if it was more than an illusion. As much as it pains him to say, he feels his tongue tie itself in a knot, wanting to say that one word he hasn’t said out loud in so long without seeing her face.
There she stood, smiling, dressed in her usual floral clothing. In the mirror, she looked just as Lance had remembered, her friendly smile, her short height, her kind blue eyes. The image of his mamá squeezed his cheeks with one hand, leaving a small kiss. Lance’s eyes widens, and he didn’t even feel a tear roll down his face until he reaches a hand up to wipe it away.
And as he wipes it away, he looks around him, the training deck still empty. Looking back into the mirror, the reflection of his mamá stood, whispering words in his ear that Lance couldn’t hear. She gives him a big hug, which made Lance open his arms up to hug her back, only to find himself reaching out for nothing but air.
He snaps from his daze, his arms slowly going back down to his sides, but he hasn’t break eye contact with the mirror just yet.
His mamá steps aside, but Lance didn’t want her to go just yet. He wanted to remember her face, have it etched in his mind, so he wouldn’t ever forget. Luckily, she only stepped aside for another person to come in the mirror.
Another person steps into view. A taller person. With her long brown hair and similar blue eyes, her golden tan skin like the sun had given her a kiss. His oldest sister. She brings Lance in an embrace, holding him close, almost picking him up off the ground. But Lance looks up, knowing that she wasn’t really there, but still felt disappointed when he comes to see no one hugging him. He returns to indulge himself in the reflections and images that the mirror was somehow giving. Then another comes in, this one was shorter, his brown hair bouncing as he was running up to Lance’s reflection, wrapping his little arms around his leg. Came another one, joining in on the group hug. Then another, and another, until Lance sees all of his siblings, his four sisters and three brothers, drowning him in a big, suffocatingly loving, group hug.
He longs to feel all of these hugs himself, and not just look at it happening in a mirror. His heart starts to warm up by seeing every single face he comes to see in the reflection, laughing quietly to himself.
Lance brings his arms closer to him, embracing himself with his own arms to feel the hugs. It wasnt as comforting as the numerous of arms that wrapped around him in the reflection, but it’ll do.
Soon, they all stepped aside. He didn’t want them to leave yet, but he could still see them, waving to him, smiling, jumping around. Some were carried by others, the older siblings were giving the little ones piggy back rides.
Then Lance sees him.
He feels his heart elevate up, lodging itself in his throat, skipping a beat.
He jumps, catching his breath as he turns around, expecting to see Keith’s confused expression on his face.
All he heard were the sounds of his own breathing and his heart pounding in rythm. All he sees is the emptiness of the training deck.
Lance’s breathing gradually slows down, looking back at the mirror to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. The reflection of Keith was still standing there, smiling directly at Lance.
Why would he be there?
If Pidge saw her brother and father, and I saw my family, then wouldn’t this mirror just be showing images of…family? Or…Am I wrong? What’s going on?
He watches intensively, all his attention back on the reflection if him and Keith. Although Lance feels himself gaping at the mirror, his reflection shows him smiling softly at Keith, almost a smirk.
Then he sees it.
The reflection of Lance looks down, interlacing his fingers with Keith’s. He holds it up to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on Keith’s hand. The reflection of Keith smirks, cupping Lance’s face with his other hand, and smashes against his lips with his own. The two images moves their mouths together in synch, hands moving in places Lance wished he could do, the two pulling apart only to gasp for a breath of air, and continue to kiss like the world had stopped spinning and time had stopped running.
Lance steps back, startled by the quickened pace of his pulse, his heart racing faster just by looking at the image. Never would he thought of being jealous of himself, but at this point, he has now come to a conclusion that this mirror was evil.
The voice was sudden, like it came out of nowhere, yanking Lance out of his daze. He jumps back, turning around to meet his eyes with the one and only Keith.
His mullet was all mussed up, causing him to run his fingers through it to keep it from falling down on his eyes. The bags underneath shows that he had just woken up, rubbing them with his other hand as he made an arch in his back to stretch.
“What are you doing?”
Lance hums in response, trying to block Keith’s vision away from the mirror.
“Nothing.” He says quickly,
wincing at the pitch in his voice.
Keith raises an eyebrow, still unconvinced by the tone of Lance’s voice.
“Is that the mirror Pidge found?”
Lance turns to look over his shoulder, and sure enough, the reflection still showed the two of them canoodling, smiling, flirting, and hugging.
“I-It’s nothing,” Lance stutters again, internally slapping himself in the back of his mind with an invisible palm.
“C'mon, I just wanna see what I look like,” Keith chuckles, unaware of the small hoarse in his voice that really made Lance’s insides twist about.
Keith moves him aside with no effort, finding himself looking at the mirror with a small smile.
Lance panicks, attempting to explain what’s happening, and hopes Keith doesn’t get freaked out on what he sees in the mirror. “Look, it’s weird, I get it, but I saw those images–”
“–and it wasn’t like I was in control of what I saw–
“–and I don’t even know what was happening–”
He stops rambling, directing his attention to a calm looking Keith, smiling. His eyes weren’t mad, and his expression hasn’t changed. Or maybe it was just because he was more tired than Lance thought he would be.
“What are you talking about?”
Lance blinks a couple times at him, wondering if Keith didn’t see what he saw. He hesitates before he asks, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, “The reflection? What do you see?”
“Me?” Keith answers, raising another curious eyebrow at Lance, “Isn’t that what mirrors are for?”
Lance blinks to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating from sleep deprivation, but looking at Keith–the real Keith–the tightness of his chest loosens. He lets out a deep breath, his eyes drifts back to the reflection of him and Keith holding hands, embracing each other like a couple would.
Maybe it was just him that could really see it, or maybe it was just the lack of sleep giving him all these illusions.
Lance lets out another sigh, breaking his eye contact with the mirror, and smiles at Keith, “Maybe I should go take a rest now.”
Keith gives him a small smirk, brushing the bangs of his hair back, “Heh, I recommend it.”
Lance sticks his tongue out, and leads himself out the entrance of the training deck. He turns back, expecting Keith to be following right behind him. Except he wasn’t, and instead,
his eyes were focused on his reflection of the mirror.
“Aren’t you coming?”
Keith rips his attention away from the mirror, and his eyes were back to Lance with a bigger smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. He sighs, running his hand through his unruly hair again, “I’m coming.”
With one last glance at the mirror, Keith drags his legs towards Lance, brushing their shoulders against each other sleepily as the two of them walked back to their rooms, which were conveniently placed right next to each other.
Keith mumbles a ‘good night’ to Lance, right before his door shuts close right in front of him. Lance catches his face heat up, a blush creeping on his cheeks. With his hand on the door, he smiles at the door of Keith’s room, muttering a ‘good night, Mullet’ as if he could hear through walls. Lance slips inside his own room, with the sound of the door sliding closed behind him.
Little did he know that what Keith actually saw in the mysterious mirror wasn’t exactly what he told him.
He did see himself, that part was true. However, it was part of the truth. What Keith saw–what he really saw–was him and the tan and lanky figure of an obnoxiously loud and hilarious person named Lance. In the reflection, he saw himself–yes–he was smiling, and he was happy. The reflection of Lance went up behind Keith, and took him in his arms by the waist. Lance’s grip on Keith’s waist looked tight, but he seemed to sink himself further into the embrace.
Keith’s reflection put his hands over Lance’s, his smile widening at the touch. Even if it was just an image, he could still feel his heart pounding out of his chest like it was about to burst, but he kept his breathing steady. The reflection of Lance placed a soft kiss on his cheek, resting his chin on Keith’s shoulder.
And what the real Keith saw that made him not want to look away, was the minute his eyes drifted back down at their hands, and saw that there were silver rings on both him and Lance’s ring fingers.
His smile widened, and he heard Lance’s voice call him back to reality, but that didn’t make his smile go away.
“Aren’t you coming?” Lance had asked in that sleepy tone in his voice.
Maybe one day… Keith thought as he took a quick glance back at the reflection and seeing the image of him and Lance disappear as he tugs himself out of his trance, dragging his legs towards the real Lance. Maybe one day that’ll be my reality…
But hey, Lance didn’t need to know all that extra information, doesn’t he?
Ai worked front desk on the top floor of Might Tower with Hikari for nearly seven years. There were three staples of her usual day: a rabid group of ever-changing media personnel, All Might’s rooftop entrances and disappearances behind the
, and Mr. Toshinori Yagi.
Mr. Yagi was hired after All Might’s vacation following his fight with Toxic Chainsaw. It was rumored Yagi was replacing Sir Nighteye. His uncanny knowledge of every coworker - their birthdays, their favorite foods, the names of their pets - seemed to point to a similar quirk.
The notion was quickly dashed due to Mr. Yagi’s poor health and his own round-about admission that he was Quirkless.
Regardless, the man was a fast friend to everyone in Might Tower.
“Good evening, Ai, Hikari,” Yagi greeted, exiting from his usual staff door. He carried a wide box, and he set it on the front desk with a grin, “Happy International Doughnut Day!”
“Again Mr. Yagi?” Hikari said, giggling, “That’s the third obscure holiday this month!”
“Well, there’s plenty to celebrate,” Yagi chuckled, opening the box and offering the sweets inside, “Besides, you all work so hard.
as well have fun every now and then.”
Yagi wheezed a laugh at his own joke and coughed, quickly reaching into his breast pocket for his handkerchief.
Ai smiled fondly and nudged a box of tissues his way, “Thank you Mr. Yagi - oh! Is that a s’mores doughnut? Don’t mind if I do.”
Yagi grinned behind his handkerchief and took a few tissues, wiping his mouth and chin.
“Good choice,” he rasped.
Breaking News in Musutafu!
Yagi jolted, twisting to look at the large television screen on the lobby wall.
“Off to alert All Might?” Hikari grinned knowingly, munching on her own butterscotch doughnut.
“You know him,” He laughed, shaking his head and edging toward the Staff door, “No room for personal time.”
A giant villain is making an unwelcome splash at Ushimitsudoki Aquarium and Water Park.”
“No rest for the weary,” Ai said.
“Don’t I know it!” Yagi rushed to the door, pulling on his tie, “Keep the doughnuts!”
Ah the attractions you stumble upon are never easy, but what can you do? You cant help it. For you have truly craved the intoxicating taste of what bewitches you. Alas, here explains where you have oozed your sexuality to the world, charming every breathing thing as you exclude your aura around them. You don’t want fake love or something superficial; You want someone real that has depth, and you give loyalty in return (this goes for all venus-pluto aspect). You’re seductive, charming, have a knack for money, and stubborn about your desires. Yet the question is, how does this aspect manifest? You may fear the consequences of love, or you may crave a love so deep, that it’ll leave you breathless. This isn’t some easy aspect, squares and oppositions have a cringe-feeling quality that keeps you wary; keep caution for holding the rose (beauty) as it may please you, but it can prick you. You’re your own enemy, self-sabotaging your relationships and destroying it as you release it. You may drive, not only yourself, but your partner crazy with your suspicious qualities and controlling attitude. Don’t deny it, you may act like the thorn on the rose. You can have deep fears about love, a form of insecurity, and/or perhaps even intimacy. It makes perfect sense, deep transformation connecting to love and sensuality. This is about manifestation because I’m not going to sugar coat it; you can have obsessive undertones, acid splashes of jealousy, and can be dangerously revengeful. It needs to blossom into just letting go, especially emotionally. To find peace and to gain self-growth. Only than can you reach to the heights potential with this aspect; to love deeply, peacefully, intuitively, seductively, but most importantly, healthily.
Venus Square Moon: The Undercurrents in the Soul
The one thing Venus and the Moon have in common are peace and tranquility but a square has none of the smooth corners for such mannerisms to occur easily to the person. Here’s the difference though, the moon is maternal and nurturing. Venus is sensual and flirtatious. Sounds like a nice mix but it’s split. These two elements click deeply to the heart, so for your want of love and to have strong bonds is important to you because you’re probably very sensitive. You fear abandonment or rejection, to not have your emotions reciprocated. Due to this aspect and despite your want, you rather not be in a committed relationship. If you choose to, it might be ones not favorable to you. It’s quite simple you see, your emotional needs don’t match what you’re attracted to. It does not flow together and challenges each other. The funny thing is, you can’t be yourself and let loose despite how emotional you are. These are both feminine energies and more conflicting in a male’s chart, but regardless,the currents of waves are strong and it can never reach what you want. Either someone attracts the outer layer of what you want, but not what you need, or vice-versa. The makeup of your wants and needs , they don’t match. There’s just no harmony obtained, so what works when you want a long-term relationship? Someone who also has Venus square Moon.
Venus Square Saturn: The Broken Mirror and Fallen Petals
Saturn is a very…mature planet. It’s about restrictions and repression, and then wisdom and growth. It’s the life cycle represented in a planet; you fall and get up but rather slowly. Venus is all about love, beauty, and happiness. You see how those two work when harshly affected? These people may feel unloved, unappreciated, unloved, and have hints of insecurity. Yes you are responsible in love, but you’re also sensitive to criticism and rejection, as you’re guarded too. You’re responsible in love, always being a shoulder to lean on but are a little restrictive/strict with your partner with your deep-rooted fears. Due to the nature of this aspect, you might be uncomfortable when others express love and aren’t good in showing the soft-side of you. Two words: You’re guarded. There’s this introverted nature to you, even socially. You have this responsibility of working, “to enjoy the fruits of your labor.” And in love? Be careful not to build strong expectations because you’ll get disappointed a lot. It’s not even the harsh nature you project outside, but even inside. It’s harsh as I said, you’re breaking the mirror with your loud thoughts. The petals have fallen as time have passed, but like Saturn being aided by Venus, something soon enough beautifully manifest. Now there’s a stronger mirror and richer petals canvasing the stem in your hand. You’re naturally frugal with money, ambitious, hard-working, and loyal. With manifestation, you have the self-love requited by no one, but yourself. Truly aging like fine wine.
Mercury Square Uranus: “Eureka,”she says
Electric shocks shoot from your words, your thoughts. Straight to their mind and possibly infiltrating their soul. There’s something unique and bizarre about your thoughts, but different and ground-breaking. Your flavor of thought is one of a kind, but if your Mercury has a serious undertone, your insight can be original. One astrologer explained this as the left brain (Mercury) connecting to the right brain (Uranus), one is expressed to the world and the other isn’t. So this is why it’s so addictive and interesting to know and hear the thoughts of these people. There is also the sweet zest of freedom; to allow one selves and others to voice their freedom. These people do well in expanding their knowledge and to share it to the world. They learn and understand ideas quick, picking up things often at a speedy rate. These people are open-minded and unique. Uranus screams unique and Mercury, well… it speaks. I’m going to quit giving love to Mercury though because if you see my blog, I do that a lot for some odd reason. The square comes with some not-so-fun qualities. With all major Mercury-Uranus aspects, there’s also a sense of being stubborn. Difficulty to speak in harmony at times, to act mentally superior, impatient with people who can’t keep up with your electrifying pace. Although some may value their thoughts, some may shun it away. These individuals need to learn to stop thinking too much. Lady Gaga, Elvis Presley, John F Kennedy, and Winston Churchill are the few who held this aspect.
Mercury Square Neptune: The Depth of My Thoughts
Sneaky little Mercury with the vast oceans of Neptune? There’s a seductive and dreamy undertone with this. Seductive in the most sincere way, your imagination is something else. They have a poetic sense to them which seems to latch people on, and even if you’re reading this you may not realize it a lot. There’s something about them that makes you wander…where are they (even though they’re present)? What are they thinking? How do they know this? It’s this that gives them that introverted and “hard to reach” nature which is hard to deal with. Since Mercury focuses on a precise thought and Neptune swims in the depths and expanse of the ocean, it’s interesting as how much they pick up. They’re insightful and intuitive, but sensitive. The thing is their thoughts again are like the siren, it sits there but you can’t ever reach it and grab on for good. That’s what makes this aspect hard; people may have a hard time getting the real them. They don’t take criticism well and they’re prone to be misunderstood, there’s complexity in them and they don’t always take self-boundaries well. Boundaries in a sense of mental rapport, they don’t like facts or to have restrictions. They’re gifted with intuition though; to read minds of others and to fit their surroundings. Sadly they have to refrain from drowning in confusion and fear, their depth can consume them which is really hard to deal with. In basic words, their thoughts can drown them.
Mercury Square Moon: Heart versus Mind
These planets together are quite, intriguing. With hard Mercury-Moon aspects, these two join in a volatile way. They over think and then it works them emotionally, and vice-versa. It makes me think of anxiety, to over think to the point your emotions are swirling everywhere. It’s the fine point where your mind and heart meet at the border. There is a sense of difficulty in expressing emotions and to have people value them the way they want. Even though the mind and heart are facing each other and are fatally bonded, they’re not happily married and are constantly having opposing opinions. “I think we should do this.” “No, but I feel like we should do this” and with the constant bickering, the inner-confusion begins. They also deal with the affair of being emotionally biased and sensitive with their opinions. There’s also this sense of gossiping or over-talking that astrologers bring up with this aspect, which makes sense because your emotions are spilling out with your voice.