i’m a little iffy on the trope that pisces moons can’t deal with reality. i don’t think it’s really that they’re afraid of reality, or can’t stand to deal with it, but rather that they live so happily in la-la land that they just choose not to. pisces moons are the people that are gonna love books, love writing, love character rp, love driving out in the middle of nowhere and escaping the whole world for a day. it’s not because there’s anything in reality that they’re afraid of. it’s that reality can become boring to them. so much goes on in their thoughts, and i think that leaving earth for an hour and reading about or even becoming someone else is refreshing and just fun to them. a pisces moon alone is still in touch with reality, they just like to leave it sometimes. it’s people with multiple pisces placements that are harmed by this quality. they’re the type of people who truly lose themselves in their fantasies, to the point where they actually create their own versions of reality and honestly believe they are real. a pisces sun, or a pisces moon alone, knows where to draw the line. but someone with their sun, moon, and other placements in pisces, don’t even know what’s real and what’s not anymore. it’s actually scary to watch. they really make things up in their mind and it becomes their reality; even people with incredible intuition or lie-detecting qualities have no idea that they’re not being genuine, because in that pisces’s mind, they’re not even lying. they think they’re telling the truth. there’s really no reason for you to distrust a pisces sun or moon, but someone with multiple pisces placements you may want to be wary of. you actually never really know what version of the story you’re hearing from them.
“The crimson bird took in the sight of his blackened, frostbitten body and cried. He heard its musical lament and saw the sorrow in the depth of its obsidian eyes for the loss of its master, a loss that it would carry for the rest of its immortal life, and for the first time the Dark Lord understood empathy. He would grant it mercy.
They say it is a great sin, to slay a unicorn. They say it is an atrocity, to kill something so pure, so innocent… That to drink its blood will save you from the brink of death, but that the moment the liquid touches your lips, you will live a half-life…a cursed life…They say nothing of what it means to kill a phoenix.
To take the life of the eternal. No one has ever accomplished such an impossible feat, would even think to try. But the ability of Lord Voldemort knows no bounds, bows to no laws, conforms to no boundaries… He drank its tears and drained it of its blood. He consumed its heart. …Such power. Such ancient, pure magic. It ignited in him. It was the healing fire. It brought his frozen limbs back to life in a burning, scorching pyre.” Hauntingly