#sect of illumination

[freakyfishyfreakshow]

beware, man ass below cut

sfw nudity, no peenars shown

old art!!!! i think it holds up very well and i might do a repaint of it!!!

featuring Meretrix (winged one), owned by me and my friend’s character, Amadeus!! Who is owned by my friend who does not have a tumblr

i cant believe i finished it on valentines day last year, insane timing

i completed it in ibispaint when my procreate was bugging out and not letting me use it

[apotelesmaa]

I hate hate hate hate art history (more specifically the class and not the subject) but goddamn does it not make me annoying as all hell. I see one (1) thing I learned about in class and go heehee I know that. The 8 hours per study guide need to be put to use somehow. Unfortunately last years class was just mainstream art history and now that I’m in global history and needing to learn about religious and cultural history on top of the actual the art I’m going to be so much more obnoxious.

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

shen yuan, dragon god of cang qiong mountain sect, has a new mission.

[Mission {Master of Masters} at 2% progress. Subquest {Master of One} begins now! USER_002 must obtain protagonist [Luo Binghe] as a personal disciple! Continue to work hard!]

there are steps between, of course. shen yuan comes back down the mountain once he’s calmed down—just to check on binghe, not to make a scene! but yue qingyuan was alerted that their sect’s god had descended his peak, and a meeting of all cang qiong’s lords was called. every peak lord is called back to cang qiong. it’ll take a week for everyone to arrive—liu qingge is off on a night hunt, and shang qinghua is accompanying his head disciple to negotiate contracts for fabrics and dyes (and, shen yuan thinks resentfully, probably off doing traitor-to-the-sect business. fuck that guy).

while they’re waiting, shen yuan is invited to stay on qiong ding—as if he doesn’t have a perfectly good mountain he can ascend again until the peak assembles. but yue qingyuan seems anxious to have him, and shen yuan is kind of internally geeking out over getting to properly meet this sect leader. so he agrees, and he’s arranged in a manor fit for a visiting sect leader, which is kind of insane. rich, dark woods; silks in qiong ding’s deep blues and grays; night pearls illuminating every room. is this how people live in this world???

yue qingyuan…hovers a fair bit. surely he should be busy with sect-leader-y things, but apparently having shen yuan come down is a huge deal that requires yue qingyuan’s constant attention. bringing tea and snacks, accompanying him to meals on each peak with all the lords in residence (except shen qingqiu), escorting him to and from qing jing every day when he goes to check on binghe.

that always seems a little uncomfortable for yue qingyuan. shen yuan is still rightfully pissed about binghe’s treatment, but he hasn’t gotten that horrible feeling that his territory is under threat again, so he assumes binghe is alright. the first time he tells yue qingyuan that he’s going to qing jing to check on ‘that young disciple your shidi thought it right to whip,’ yqy gets this constipated look on his face before—before fucking defending sqq.

saying sqq isn’t a cruel man, really—or, he is, but not without reason. all of cang qiong’s disciples are disciplined when it’s appropriate, he says. shen shidi has had problems with that disciple before, and lord canglong shouldn’t judge him too harshly before he hears the full story.

the furious energy crackling around shen yuan is enough to cut yue qingyuan’s entreaty for leniency off. yue qingyuan always seemed like the kindly big-brother type in the novel, if a bit too indulgent of sqq. and shen yuan always wondered why he would turn a blind eye to sqq’s abuse of lbh when he knew it was going on. now he’s seen it with his own eyes, and yue qingyuan still has the audacity to try to cover for sqq, and it kind of makes shen yuan sick.

he’s been doing his best to play the part of the great immortal now that the upset of his initial descent from the mountain has passed. but when yqy defends sqq like this, shen yuan can’t help but drop all pretense of formality and glare, eyes blazing, at this sect leader. ‘do you think i’m fucking stupid?’ he spits. and yqy pales, horror in his eyes, trembling more as shen yuan lays into him.

to discipline a child is to teach them the way they should go. what does whipping a thirteen-year-old boy teach him? shen yuan knows what luo binghe has learned from his shizun’s instruction. that he is stupid, incapable, unworthy of his martial family’s care. that the sect who took him in—the sect shen yuan himself established centuries ago—only took him so it would have something to beat.

shen yuan is pissed. he doesn’t wait for yqy’s escort to qing jing; he takes his sword there himself, finds luo binghe, and brings him back to the guest manor yqy set him up in. binghe is confused, of course, to be faced with his savior’s fury, but when lord canglong makes a request of him, he’s all to happy to comply. and if he buries his face against lord canglong’s robes as they fly back to qiong ding, it’s only to protect his face from the wind.

there’s warmth in his chest whenever he walks near lord canglong, and as he’s led by a hand on his shoulder into lord canglong’s guest quarters, binghe feels like he might combust (in one part, from the overwhelming, humbling joy he feels at being the subject of his sect’s god’s attention; in the other part, because lord canglong’s grip is imbued with so much spiritual power it makes binghe’s skin tingle all the way down to his toes).

binghe follows lord canglong into the main room and, when it’s clear they’re done walking, he sinks to his knees in gratitude.

‘enough of that, luo binghe,’ shen yuan splutters, reaching to pull binghe up from his kowtow. honestly, he’s going to be the emperor! none of this prostration; it’ll only be a debt on his head later on! ‘get up. i won’t see you humble yourself to this—uh’ shit! System, help! What do gods like this call themselves?!!

[Answering USER_002, his title is {Lord Canglong, Shen Yuan, Grand Master of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect.} ‘This Grandmaster’ would be expected and appropriate.]

god, that feels so pretentious. shen yuan swallows his millennial sensibilities and does his best to thicken his face a little. ‘—to this grandmaster whose sect has treated him so poorly.’

binghe looks up with stars in his night-dark eyes, and it takes every shred of shen yuan’s self control not to soften at the awe in this child’s face. how come no one told him little lord luo would be so cute?! of course he’s adorable; he’s the protagonist.

‘this—this lowly disciple wouldn’t dare—that is, he wouldn’t presume to, um—lord canglong is—”

poor thing! too cute, too cute!

‘luo binghe is not lowly,’ shen yuan says first, because that feels like the most important part to address. no humbling yourself in front of this old dragon, ah! no debts to this sect! ‘didn’t this grandmaster say in front of everyone that luo binghe is uniquely gifted?’

‘this disciple thought…’ luo binghe’s eyes are already trained on the ground, but he shrinks into himself at this. in this grand room, luo binghe looks so small, so unlike the menacing demon lord shen yuan knows he’ll become. ‘this disciple thought that perhaps, in his anger, lord canglong…exaggerated… to make a point to shizun.’

‘if i have anything to say about it,’ shen yuan mutters, ‘he won’t be your shizun much longer.’

at that, luo binghe’s gaze snaps up, his shoulders tight. ‘this stupid disciple doesn’t understand.’

‘not stupid,’ shen yuan says immediately. ‘what this grandmaster means to say is just that. luo binghe will not be a qing jing peak disciple for much longer. this grandmaster does not trust qing jing peak’s lord to raise luo binghe well, so he will do it himself.’

[beyonsatan]

Astrological Fame indicators per Hellenistic astrology ⭐️🎬

Now before we even get into this let’s make some things very clear; fame can mean a range of things, it can mean going viral, it can mean being a best selling author, it can mean being on tv, on the news or even being a model and singer, the representative of a public and very successful company, and some people get famous for all the wrong reasons like hitler or Donald trump, theres nuance to these things so let’s get into it ‼️

1. Chart ruler in the 5th house. This is the first thing that came to my mind instantly which I think is a pretty desirable kind of fame that every normal person kinda soughts after. this configuration is like getting famous for being pretty or having a nice style, being talented, being an inventor, a discover of something or even being a content creator especially since this house literally has significations with creation. The 5th house in Hellenistic is the closest thing to fame and riches because rich people live a very good quality of life. This house will increase the quality of a persons life and any planet here especially the chart ruler or the ruler of the LOF may indicate that. The chart ruler here is generally gonna indicate that a person will be very celebrated by people at some point in their life. I feel like i have to keep repeating to people that this house literally has a relationship with VENUS and Venus kinda just gets whatever she wants

2. A luminary or sect of light within an angular house. The luminaries are the sun and the moon, they both illuminate light and are generally the first things that draw our attention in the sky. The sun sends light to our planet and the moon reflects that light to use when the sun sets and when there’s light upon you, you become easier to see within the landscape that you are in. Generally speaking tho, the luminaries on the angles (houses 1st, 4th, 7th, 10th) are gonna describe someone that is popular and who’s name gets around easily. This is one of those things that can mean a range of things like I mentioned above; being in the news, being a city’s official, a representative for a state, your business being featured in a magazine or more exciting things

3. North node in the 5th house. Now I’ve talked about the north node maybe once or twice and each time I did I explained how the north kinda massively increases things wherever it’s at in your chart for better or for worse depending on the house it’s in and this isn’t necessarily something that you have control over either. The north node here can generally describe all the things I mentioned about the 5th house above being massively increased for you when that karma gets activated at some point in your life.

4. North node conjunct the sun. Now I don’t need to do much elaborating about this if you read anything in #2 or #3. The north node increases things massively and some Hellenistic significations of the sun are as followed; being king, being in charge, being recognized for achievement, being the boss, having all the attention on you etc

5. Your 10th house being the 11th place from the lot of fortune. Calculate your LOT of fortune and what house its in, use your lot of fortune as the ascendant and count 11 houses from there, if the house you land on after counting 11 is your 10th house when you count using your original ascendant, that implies some level of fame. The 11th house from the lot of fortune is where a person will find honor and achievement

6. Lof of fortune in the 10th house. The lot of fortune for lack of better words can describe the cards a person is dealt in life and those cards can be good or bad ones. Generally speaking is gonna describe fated encounters in your career

7. ruler of the LOF in the 10th house or planet that rules the LOF conjunct the 10th house ruler (see #6)

8. LOF in the 5th house or 11th house or conjunct either of the benefics. (See#6)

Just a disclaimer that not everyone will get famous for their desired reasons or even famous at all, not everyone’s dreams or goals get realized or see fruition, and not everyone gets successful or popular. If you become popular though it won’t be because you are begging for it, so don’t beg for it if you have either of these placements. You should be recognized for your own abilities without having to strive for popularity, so instead focus on honing your abilities and stop caring about the outcome, chasing people’s attention isn’t sustainable. Don’t overthink it, just do ‼️

[phoenixyfriend]

Do you think

Do you think there are sects of Mandalorians that put up pictures of Satine the way people put up pictures of the Virgin Mary

Like those illuminated icons

Part of me is suddenly very convinced that there are people who treat her like Catholics do saints

(I don't actually know what the Catholic angle is. I grew up Orthodox, and iconography was a big part of the divorce of 1054. Like I know that icons aren't a thing for Catholicism but also I've seen like. statues of saints? and there's paintings of Mary by Catholics? so I just threw spaghetti at the wall)

I was thinking about after the Empire rose, and maybe after the glassing.

I'm imagining the people who do it being the children of people who were young but around during the civil war.

Like Sabine and the generation after her.

Where they themselves were of traditional families, and heard stories of the conflicts, but hindsight just had them going "what if we hold up this woman as an icon of peace" and then maybe them, or maybe the generation after them, went "she was our leader, and she is dead and among the stars, and she was a symbol of peace, and let us pray to her."

@jebiknights:

I mean after she dies maybe? I could see her becoming a martyr to the cause but idk I've never gotten the impression she was actually revered But now I'm imagining people praying to Satine's ghost and being like "hey can you do me a solid and tell Tarre/the Manda to help me find my lost head piece" I feel like she'd be more held up as a martyr/revolutionary figure than religious though but maybe that's just me. The type that would get spray painted on alley walls as opposed to prayer cards

Given the ideology Mandalore has around death (ka'ra and whatnot), I feel like there's an overlap there. Like yes she's a martyr and a revolutionary figure, but since she was a leader, she's also sort of like. Ancestral worship But All Of Mandalore Is Her Children.

I'm imagining Satine like… generally she's a revolutionary figure and martyr, but some people took it further, and so she was getting colloquially sanctified by some, and others verging on Let's Make A Religion Out Of This.

This got long, more under the cut.

jebiknights:

I think it's just hard for me to picture her that way with all of the split between factions during her time ruling, and a lot of that was about traditional way of life and connections with religion. I could see her as a subjugated government figure that even those who didn't like her politics might see as a symbol of the sith/the empire trying to take over and then destroy them. I personally just don't see her crossing over into religiousity for a long long while after

I'm coming at this from the perspective of Former Socialist Yugoslavia.

A lot of my parents' generation were actually more religious than their own parents' generation (not my parents, but there were a lot of others who did) because of the overarching normalization of atheism by the government. Being religious was a form of rebellion. In this case, I'm imagining a clinging to the ancestor-worship parts of Mandalorian culture as being the part people embraced in response to the Empire trying to stamp them out overall.

jebiknights:

Oh I didn't mean that they're more or less religious I just didn't think she'd be incorporated into it bc of ya know the civil wars shrugs Or wasn't trying to say I couldn't see it because of less religious? I do think increased religiousity makes sense for the Mando's during and after the empire I guess I'm just struggling bc I'm drawing a line between Important Martyr in current political and religious struggle and "Saint like figure who almost immediately starts a new religion" lol. Cuz I just struggle to see her as the latter but that's just me no shade on her 💜 I think the initial comparison to the virgin Mary really threw me off 😂

Which is. Uh. NGL I was just thinking about the specific element of Having Pictures because Mother Mary was the only one I was sure that Catholics have in their houses. I've been told that it makes more sense to go the Orthodox route since we do iconoclasm a lot more.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuut also like. Yeah a few sects may, if not immediately, go full Main Religious Figure about her. Just give it a few generations.

Farmers as isolated as Din's covert, but Not Armor.

tbf most of this was inspired by Maul's weird hate shrine for her in sw Rebels.

This is what vaguely got me thinking about "Some people tried to canonize Satine."

Anyway, I was thinking in this style:

[ranticore]

I get that “making” the Holy Beasts is a huge undertaking that would obviously require a lot of manpower but I was curious as to whether the people who actually design and make the beasts are in this covert organisation within the Church where everything is super duper secret in a similar manner to Lockheed’s Skunk Works?

kinda yeah. the enginesmiths are broken into two broad groups; those who design & work on holy beast engines, and those who design and build smaller, less important engines. within the first group, masters of the craft may go on to have instrumental roles in making a 'new' holy beast. these are chosen based on papal favour or, occasionally, the outcome of a vision or prophecy experienced while inhaling exhaust fumes.

'new' holy beasts are rare to non-existent, so often what you're actually making is just a more modern part to fit an older chassis. Mercury Luca, for example, was granted the privilege of designing the heart of Saint Leun [Leun being quite modern but based off an older chassis design]. The heart would have been made from scratch based on Luca's original design.

although the construction work is often impossible to hide (given the scale of it all and the resources required), the actual secrets are hidden in the construction diagrams and blue-prints. there'd be thousands of these for each beast, diagrams and drawings of every single part from the bolts to the furnace. these are held in reliquaries within the scribe sect. copies are made frequently, for redundancy's sake, but the scribes and illuminators that handle them take a vow of silence and are forbidden to interact with anyone outside their enclave.

the way it goes is: a Master Mercury produces a series of scale model prototypes, selects the best one, and sends it to illuminators to be rendered in ink. the blueprints are then sent to the appropriate Master Mars armoursmiths (usually those in the same stable as the Master Mercury, so they can work closely side by side). the armoursmiths fabricate the engine parts. It is assembled by the enginesmiths under the direct supervision of the Master Mercury. only the master has the clearance to actually test the engine with fuel as these engines lack a timing chain - they must be played like an instrument to keep time, and only the master can do this as it is their design and they have the skill required to do it. once it has proven to work, more instruction diagrams are made, sent off, copied, etc, and slowly the other components of the beast are introduced to the new engine and tested to ensure compatibility.

the note-keeping is extremely thorough at every stage because no one's ever gonna forget the embarrassment and shame of having all their scrolls in one figurative basket and that basket going up in flames, leaving a holy beast completely unrepairable in centuries past.

[celestialbruise]

Hi, as a Danmei fic club prompt I'd like to ask for either Jiuyuan or Tianjiu hurt/comfort (sorry can't pick between them) if it's alright. (Don't feel you need to do both please, just one would be great. Just pick which one you'd rather write.)

Maybe one patching the other up gor Jiuyuan/emotional hurt/comfort for Tianjiu?

Thank you for offering, sorry for putting two prompts in one ask ^^'. Have a nice day.

hi hi!! thank you sm for these requests! I did get greedy and ended up doing both of these prompts, because I have been yearning to write for tianjiu and jiuyuan ever since I discovered my latent love for these ships<3

(jiuyuan)

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Shen Jiu awoke with a scream in his throat. It clawed against his vocal cords, rendering him mute. A small mercy.  

And then, he saw the blood. Blackened by the moonlight, smeared in horrifying, jagged rivers down his palms. Rusted and dark beneath fingernails, one hanging by a thread, broken, ugly. Shen Jiu cursed. 

Wooden floorboards creaked under his socked feet as he shakily got out of bed. Moonlight spilled in through the windows, pooling at his feet, illuminating his footsteps as he made his way outside for the clarifying chill of the night air. Silence tread behind him, ever-present, impenetrable and absolute. Exactly the reason Shen Jiu preferred the night, despite the way it left its imprint under his eyes in the light of day. 

Shen Jiu preferred being alive at night, to be perfectly clear. Awake. Aware. Sleep’s embrace reached towards him with claws, and Shen Jiu endlessly eluded that ruinous siren’s call. He caught sleep at odd hours of the day, or whenever he had the fortune to sneak down the mountain and find solace at the Warm Red Pavillion. However, tonight was supposed to be different. 

His sect siblings had accompanied their Shizun to a Night Hunt and Shen Jiu had been secretly elated, holding the tentative hope that perhaps he’d finally get a good night’s rest. Hope was foolish, like that. And utterly futile. How had he forgotten? How had he allowed himself to dream when his skull only held memories veiled as nightmares? Shen Jiu cursed the last dregs of humanity that hadn’t quite been beaten out of him yet. Now he was standing here with his hands literally bleeding, practically shorn into ribbons. 

His own fault. It dampened the pain, some. Pain never burned as brightly, cut so deeply, when it was self-inflicted. It was still damage, but at least this damage was his own. 

Then, Shen Jiu heard footsteps behind him. His instincts were honed like a prey animal’s, whetted like an injured one’s, and he immediately spun around, hackles raised and teeth bared. It couldn’t be helped - with the kind of childhood he had, the slightest sound signaled danger. Signaled hurt. 

“Shen-shidi?” Of course, it was Shen Yuan’s voice. Of course, it was him. He was the only other disciple who had stayed behind. The only disciple in this entire cursed sect who Shen Jiu couldn’t entirely hate.

“Get lost,” Shen Jiu snapped, cradling his wounded hand close to his chest. Trying in vain to shield what he knew Shen Yuan’s keen, cat-like eyes would no doubt pick out. 

“What are you doing out here?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“I’m your shixiong,” Shen Yuan scoffed, coming closer still. “Of course, it’s my business. Wait, is that-”

Shen Jiu’s teeth came together with an audible click.

“Are you bleeding?” Shen Yuan asked the obvious. When he didn’t follow it up with another obvious question - one that would come out somewhat resigned, slightly accusatory - Shen Jiu felt himself soften, just a little. Enough for Shen Yuan to properly take Shen Jiu’s hand in between two of his own. His hands were hot, blood-warm, against Shen Jiu’s clammy skin, the ice that flowed through his veins. 

The moonlight that surrounds them is ghostly, but the pale light only illuminates Shen Yuan’s face. His eyes glow like candlelight, gentle flames, soft warmth. It ached in that very precise place in-between Shen Jiu’s ribs, somewhere tender and frightening. 

Shen Yuan had, sometime ago, inexplicably, taken ownership of that space. Shen Jiu hadn’t given it to him. Hadn’t planned on letting Shen Yuan take it - though Shen Yuan hadn’t taken it, had he? Hadn’t snatched it, manhandled it, abused it. So very different from all the men Shen Jiu had ever known. That secret, hollow, hurt cavern welcomed Shen Yuan in, his boyish smiles and clever, fox-like eyes, his sharp tongue and his gentle hands. The way his eyes, amber like an autumn sunset, seemed to see through Shen Jiu, past his wounds, to the darkness beneath. 

But Shen Yuan never shied away. 

Shen Yuan clicked his tongue. “They’re not deep…..even though it’s late, I’m sure Mu-shushu wouldn’t mind if you-”

“Absolutely not,” Shen Jiu emphatically refuses. It’s humiliating enough that Shen Yuan found him in such a state. If anyone else were to know, if anyone else were to see - Shen Jiu is already disliked for his cold face, his ice-shard sharp words. He could not bear to be disdained for his wounds.  

Shen Yuan blinks, then frowns, tongue finding the pocket of his cheek, lashes casting shadows across his cheeks as his eyes dip down. He’s thinking. Shen Jiu knows that face. Has watched that expression and each minute shift of it whenever he thinks Shen Yuan is not looking. It is somewhat - endearing, and Shen Jiu cringes even just thinking it-

And then his cringe turns into a full-bodied jolt as, without warning, Shen Yuan’s fine-boned fingers tear at the sleeves of his inner robes. 

“Don’t-” Shen Jiu panics, and it takes everything in him to reign in his voice. What comes out is soft and shatterable. Confused. “You’ve ruined your robes.”

“I have others,” Shen Yuan shrugs. “I need to stop the bleeding. If you really don’t want to see Mu-shushu, I can try to sneak into his office before sunrise to grab you some salve.”

Shen Jiu’s throat is suddenly impossibly dry. Impossibly, his eyes feel quite hot. A heat to rival the warmth he can feel building in his cheeks. 

“Why would you do all of that?”

“Because we’re sect siblings, dummy,” Shen Yuan flicks the tip of his nose lightly. Shen Jiu tries to scowl - afraid it comes out more like a smirk. “Because you don’t want these marks to scar.”

Shen Jiu thinks of protesting some more. Thinks of saying, who cares? It doesn’t matter if he acquires more scars. He is scarred all over. Shen Jiu is one big, horrible eyesore. 

But maybe, just maybe-

It is Shen Yuan who wants to spare him from more scars. 

So in the quiet dark of night, Shen Jiu lets Shen Yuan hold his hands, and cleanse him - of far more than only his wounds.

(tianjiu)

-

As a rule, Heavenly Demons did not require much rest. Nothing like humans needed. Tianlang Jun had always found the necessity of a full eight hours of sleep such an incredible waste. The world was shaded in different colors in the night. Rich violets and navy blues and a black that shimmered with iridescent glitters, the sky a mosaic, a tapestry woven with the greatest care. Under the stars, poetry ran through his veins, sang in the marrow of his bones. And there was something so overwhelmingly peaceful about the quiet dark of night, a time when only breaths and heartbeats could be heard. A time when nothing else seemed to exist, where time seemed to freeze, and perhaps, only shadows were meant to roam the land, hand in hand. 

When Tianlang Jun did give into the freefall of oblivion and curled up to close his eyes, it had either been to chase a sweet daydream or to hold tightly a warm, human body that entwined perfectly against him, letting out deep, even breaths that reverberated against his chest, who slept with a face so serene Tianlang-jun had committed it to memory, vowed to learn to draw just to commit it to paper, to memorialize this sight, immortalize her. But that was long ago. 

Sleep did not call Tianlang Jun, anymore. 

He had been condemned to forever sleep beneath that lonely, suffocating mountain, and he’d had time - too much time to close his eyes and lose himself to darkness. When he had escaped those lost years clung to him, and suddenly night was day, black was white, and he found himself restless, sleepless, almost manic in his fight to reclaim the tatters of his life. Tianlang Jun refused to think of himself as weak, however, the candle he kept constantly burning to chase away the darkness was an open, bleeding wound. 

But he was not the only person who eluded sleep’s threatening lullaby. 

Shen Jiu was so like Su Xiyan in many ways, and so wonderfully different in others. Shen Jiu was fierce, unyielding, in possession of a sharp tongue and a proud, cold heart. A cold heart that thawed at the slightest flicker of warmth. He fought for what he wanted and did so unapologetically, with teeth and claws. Of course, Tianlang Jun thought, he could not help being enthralled, falling under this beautiful creature’s spell. Shen Jiu was magnetic. Hypnotic. Tianlang Jun found himself unable to look away.

Which is how he discovered that Shen Jiu suffered from nightmares. Tianlang Jun had been lying next to him in the still dark - which was a first, because Shen Jiu had never before fallen asleep in his presence. He barely even blinked, preferring to keep his eyes open, sharpened and alert. Truthfully, Tianlang Jun had been puzzled as to when exactly Shen Jiu slept. If he ever did. He was one of those immortal masters who preferred eternal consciousness to sweet reprieves of nothingness. Tianlang Jun liked to joke and ask Shen Jiu if he was secretly a bat - which Shen Jiu always scoffed at, but never denied. It became a more and more likely theory as the days passed. 

But then, one day, after Tianlang Jun had accompanied Shen Jiu to subdue a particularly powerful demon, he had watched as his beloved had swayed on his feet, pretty, pitch eyes glazing over. His skin had run pale - paler than it had any right to, than it usually did. Tianlang Jun caught him before he could fall, heart in his throat. He’d quickly located Shen Jiu’s pulse, confirmed that he was alive, his anxiety lessened only by the sound of soft breaths, of a chest steadily rising and falling against his. With this reassurance, Tianlang Jun had brought Shen Jiu home, to their bed, where Shen Jiu had slept - until he was no longer able. Until the soft sighs and gentle snores turned into pained, keening whimpering, and uncomfortable tossing turned into panicked thrashing and scratching. Where Shen Jiu’s words failed him, his soul was utterly honest - raw and unabashedly so. The horrors Tianlang Jun glimpsed wandering the wasted recesses of Shen Jiu’s mind had made him sick, and furious, and had brought back that old, aching impulse to wipe the earth of all its inhabitants so that only he and his beloved remained, safe and sound from all harm and danger.

Of course, Tianlang Jun would not do this. Or - he could not do this, seeing as his beloved as attachments to some of the people of this world, no matter how few and far between. And he had decided to try sinking into peace, no matter how ill-fitted it seemed. 

But if Tianlang Jun’s embrace was tight enough, his hold tender, prayerful and soft, Shen Jiu slept through the nights, his dreams now a pleasant reprieve that Tianlang Jun kept the demons of his past far, far away from. Tianlang Jun banished those nightmarish visions back to the hell they came from. This, he could do for his beloved. Guarding the gentle, soft breaths of the man in his arms kept Tianlang Jun sated as Shen Jiu slept through the quiet night.

[talonabraxas]

Lord Vishnu ॐ Talon Abraxas

Vishnu is a Hindu god, the Supreme God of Vaishnavism (one of the three principal denominations of Hinduism) and one of the three supreme deities (Trimurti) of Hinduism. He is also known as Narayana and Hari. As one of the five primary forms of God in the Smarta tradition, he is conceived as “the Preserver or the Protector” within the Trimurti, the Hindu Trinity of the divinity.

Vishnu is one of the most important gods in the Hindu pantheon and, along with Brahma and Shiva, is considered a member of the holy trinity (trimurti) of Hinduism. He is the most important god of Vaishnavism, the largest Hindu sect. Indeed, to illustrate Vishnu’s superior status, Brahma is, in some accounts, considered to have been born from a lotus flower which grew from Vishnu’s naval. A complex character, Vishnu is the Preserver and guardian of men (Narayana), he protects the order of things (dharma) and, when necessary, he appears on earth in various incarnations or avatars to fight demons and fierce creatures and so maintain cosmic harmony.

Vishnu represents Sattvaguna and is the centripetal force as it were, responsible for sustenance, protection and maintenance of the created universe.

Etymologically speaking, the word ‘Vishnu’ means ‘one who pervades, one who has entered into everything.’ So he is the transcendent as well the immanent reality of the universe. He is the inner cause and power by which things exist.

Vishnu Gayatri Mantra

ॐ श्री विष्णवे च विद्महे वासुदेवाय धीमहि। तन्नो विष्णुः प्रचोदयात्॥

Om Shri Vishnave Cha Vidmahe Vasudevaya Dhimahi। Tanno Vishnuh Prachodayat॥

This Vishnu mantra means, “Om, Let me meditate on Lord Vishnu, Oh, Lord Vasudeva, give me higher intellect, And let Lord Vishnu illuminate my mind”. The Vishnu Gayatri Mantra like every other Gayatri Mantra has an effect of removing fear and bringing one to reality.

[mountain-sage]

The ordinary man says in his ignorance, "My religion is the sole religion, my religion is the best." But when his heart is illuminated by the true knowledge, he knows that beyond all the battles of sects and of sectaries presides the one, indivisible, eternal and omnipresent Benediction.

Ramakrishna Paramhansa

[learnastrowallura]

The Sun in astrology

I will resume here my findings mostly from Chris Brennan's video featuring Demetra George

The Sun: Deity, God, illumination, sight, flames, light, rays, life force, spark, life generator, justice, All seeing, divination, leadership, authority, kingship, nobility, reputation, status, publicity, identity, potential, purpose, centrality, public affairs, ideas, mind, visualization, creation, gold, fortune, wealth, privilege, spirit, honor, respect, virtous action, justice, Father figure(day) the heart, the right eye, eyesight, lifespan, vision, intentionality, creativity, masculine, hot and dry, the core, visible/inner planet

Sun in the natal chart:

The sign and house that our Sun is in can show us how and where (respectively) we tend to shine the most, where our potential lies; it represents our lifeforce, motivation as well as vitality.

Personal example: Sun in Sagittarius in 1st house (Placidus) or 2nd house (whole sign) and the idea of freedom is what helps me get out of bed every single day tbh and just doing my own thing and being comfortable so both houses resonate with me although I do resonate more with the second house since tbh I cannot fully relax and be free if I'm broke lmao but yeah you get the point

My sun trines my Saturn and I kind of see that as my love of learning and discovering new things (Sag) helping that kind of frustration going on with my Saturn being in that 9th house because I am actively fighting back and working hard I would say and I would credit that toward my passion and curiosity

My sun also squares my MC and my Uranus and I will probs only talk about my MC here so like I'm gonna be honest I have a mutable sun you know so at the end of the day I really am wishy washy not super disciplined so it does make sense that that is an area of challenge for me but yeah

I should also mention that my Sun is at 1° degree which is an Aries degree and that (along with my Aries moon as well) helps me be proactive, initiative and passionate so yeah

Dignity and debility:

Domicile: Leo (being special/standing out)

Detriment/Antithesis: Aquarius (egalitarian perspective, being within a group)

Exaltation: Aries (independance, instinct)

Fall/Depression: Libra (partnership, hesitation)

Planetary joy:

The sun has its joy in the 9th house. In other words it is most comfortable and productive/powerful being there because 9th house central/obvious themes are higher learning, spirituality and the Sun is all about clarity, self discovery and potential as well so I think it is an awesome placement to have and I will make a post about the planetary joys so I can speak of this in more detail but yeah

Sect:

If the Sun is above the horizon, the individual's chart would be a day chart which mean that the native will have Jupiter as a benefic and Mars as a malefic

If it is below the horizon, we would be dealing with a night chart and Venus would be the benefic with Saturn being the malefic planet

Gender:

The Sun is masculine so it would feel more comfortable being in masculine signs (Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra, Sagittarius, Aquarius/fire and air signs) in general expressing itself in its masculine energy (active, fast acting, welcoming change). In the case of the Sun I'd look at the Quadrant as well (I have made a post about the Gender of Planets as well)

Father figure:

Aspects between the Sun and other planets especially inner planets, as well as the house it is in (angular, succedent or cadent) can tell us a lot about one's relationship with the father/father figure(s), father's situation etc (aspects with outer planets are important too with the Sun but especially if they (Neptune, Uranus, Pluto) are in an angular house (their effect would be more notable in this case)

I will add more information as I go but I wanted to post it rn so there u go lol and make sure to check this post again in a day or two for its full version x

Thank you for reading <3

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Writing Patterns

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

🥰 I am so happy to have these tag games with you Danny (@yeliuxi)

I like the layout you did too, so yoink!

To Endeavor is to Endure [mdzs] Rated T, Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian, F/F

Ā-Niáng leaves dinner like a blustering westerly wind, but a few jokes from Wèi Wúxiàn break up the charged atmosphere, and then they all finish eating with somewhat lightened humor.

The Turning Point [mdzs] Rated T, Jiang Cheng & Jiang Yanli & Wei Wuxian, Part2 Meishan Yu CanonDiv

The snow had just begun when they finally got news from home.

The Unwoven Youth and the Lonely Beast [mdzs] Rated E, Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian, fairytale remix fusion amnesia fic

While everyone celebrates victory over the defeat of Wēn Ruòhán, Wèi Wúxiàn searches for the Wēn survivors currently being rounded up from the many palaces.

Reprieve and a New Start [mdzs] Rated T, Jiang Cheng & Jiang Yanli & Wei Wuxian, Part1 Meishan Yu CanonDiv

As far as anyone else was concerned, the children of the Yúnmèng Jiāng Clan Leader Jiāng Fēngmián and Violet Spider Yú Zǐyuān were still in Liánhuā Wù watching over their bed-ridden hellion of a First Disciple, who was still recuperating in seclusion after the failed Q��shān Wēn Indoctrination.

Attachment [mdzs] Rated E, Jiang Yanli/Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian, Jiang Sibs Dark au

How can she believe such grand aspirations 'to illuminate the cultivation world with vermilion light' when Lánlíng Jīn is truly caught under the heel of Qíshān Wēn like everyone else?

A Desperate Need for the Impossible [mdzs] Rated E, Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian, naga!JC

Wèi Wúxiàn rubs his face, carefully in one direction, against the silky cool scales beneath his cheek.

This River Runs Beyond Heaven and Earth [江流天地外] [mdzs] Rated E, Jiang Cheng & Yunmeng Jiang Disciples, Jiang Cheng & Jin Ling, Jiang Cheng & Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng & Original Character(s), Jiang Cheng/Original Character(s), Post-canon JC-centric maxi

Suíbiàn’s blade gleams snowy white in the early spring morning and Zǐdiàn glows a faint violet, the silver-white thong is a coiled viper, ready to strike.

A Warrior’s Spirit Seeks Home [mdzs] Rated E, Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian, Zoids New Century AU

Wèi Wúxiàn basically grew up on this battleground planet of Zi and with his father having been a competition Zoid pilot, there were some expectations that he’d take it up too.

I Long For You (相思) [mdzs] Rated E, Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian, CrowXian/WolfCheng AU

A sect leader is well above the need for matchmakers, and even beyond the fortunes of the stars as well with enough bribes and rites.

Damn your love, damn your lies [mdzs] Rated M, Jiang Cheng & Jiang Yanli & Jin Ling, Jiang Cheng & Mo Xuanyu, Modern w/Cultivation Divorce & Recovery AU

Jiāng Chéng checks his phone for two notifications at the same time.

So nothing groundbreaking, I either open with an action or something that sets the scene. The only other 1st line option is to open with dialogue which I don't do for whatever reason, probably because i don't consider dialogue my forte.

I think this game would be a better to do opening paragraphs instead. 😅

Tagging some writer friends if you're interested~ 😘

@sandu-zidian @nadiasna7 @robinade

@mediocretosubpar-soup @zinniapetals

@gardensofthemoon @gekidasa @adanima

@fanfictiongreenirises @cynical-harlequin @not-rude-ginger

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svsss transfem binghe au bc i’m a bitch for those, featuring disciple shen yuan and sj redemption bc im a bitch for that too

luo binghe has never felt comfortable in his own skin. as a small child, it was a little bit easier to ignore the discomfort. his mother never placed too much importance on the man he would become, but she treasured the little child she had. he often dreamed that one day he would grow to be as kind as her, beautiful inside and out. he imagined surrounding her with beautiful things, and making himself beautiful enough to fit. sometimes he daydreamed of dressing his mother in bright, happy colors and painting her face with pretty makeup. sometimes, he imagined treating himself the same.

he envied the girls in the city. he never saw the wealthy boys being cruel to them. they got to wear happy colors and eat sweets, and the world was kind to them. would the world have been kind to him too, if he got to be a girl? perhaps not—the world was cruel to his mother, after all, and she was the most wonderful, beautiful, deserving woman alive. still, he couldn’t help imagining. maybe, at the very least, the older boys wouldn’t beat him so viciously. it was nice to imagine. if the world were kinder, perhaps he would have gotten to be a girl.

and then his mother died, and he was alone, and he remembered that the world wasn’t kind, and pretty things weren’t for him. being alone so small was hard, and he put away his dreams of happy-colored silks and pretty makeup. what use was it to imagine that sort of thing when there was no one to share those joyful dreams with?

when he joined cang qiong mountain sect, he was greeted by ming fan, the head disciple, who looked down his pointy nose at binghe as soon as they met. he seemed much like those older boys from before, the ones who beat him for the crime of being poor and hungry, and who despised his hardworking mother for being the same. but this was a new beginning, a new life, and cultivators were not like the cruel children in the city. they were better. they protected the weak, and they opposed evil at every turn. luo binghe reminded him of this fact as he followed his new shixiong to their shizun’s house.

twenty minutes later, luo binghe slunk to the baths to wash the tea from his skin.

there was only one other disciple there, a towel over his eyes as he soaked, and luo binghe did his best to be quiet and unobtrusive. he didn’t know the rules of the cultivation sects yet—clearly, he must have violated one to have offended his shizun so terribly. he resolved to be quiet and attentive, to listen and learn from his seniors, and to repent quickly should he cause further offense from his ignorance.

so, he did his best to bathe quietly and quickly, but he must have made too much noise splashing about in the water, because the soaking shixiong jolted and the towel dropped from his face into the bath. he jolted again upon seeing luo binghe’s face, and nearly dunked himself below the water’s surface as he recoiled in surprise.

‘this luo binghe greets shixiong,’ binghe said, his eyes averted and voice just loud enough to be heard. ‘i apologize for disturbing shixiong; i can leave first and return when shixiong is finished.’ he quickly moved to do just that, but after a moment that shixiong’s warm voice called for him to wait.

‘apologies to luo-shidi,’ he said, hunching in on himself. his profile was illuminated only by the fire burning toward the other end of the bath, but from what luo binghe could see, his features seemed sharp and elegant. ‘this shixiong is shen yuan. i must have dozed off; i didn’t realize there was anyone else here. you, ah—shidi was chosen today? have you met shizun already, and da-shixiong?’

luo binghe’s cheeks burned at the memory of tea splashing over his head, of his embarrassing display afterward. his eyes still felt puffy from his tears, and his throat was sore. childish. ‘yes. i wonder how—that is, this one wonders whether shixiong…how was it meeting shizun for the first time?’

at the question, shen yuan let out a decidedly graceless snort. ‘it’s complicated. i met shizun three years ago, in one of the villages at the base of the mountain. it was a difficult situation, and there was more to worry about than making good impressions at the time.’ he sniffed and brought a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. ‘shizun is not very good at making positive impressions. was it that way with you?’

those words uncoiled something small and terrified in luo binghe’s chest, even as he felt a sense of heavy guilt at being relieved to hear his senior speaking about their shizun so disrespectfully. ‘shizun is a renowned cultivator,’ luo binghe said carefully, ‘and as the lord of qing jing peak, of course he is unmatched in elegance. i must have offended him somehow… he didn’t accept my tea, but he didn’t throw me out either, and for that i’m grateful. this disciple only wants to improve himself, and to be worthy of the kindness shizun has shown in allowing him to stay and learn’

shen yuan…scoffed. scoffed? had binghe said something wrong again? of course he had—this was a peak of elegant, wise scholars and artists and strategists, and luo binghe was a street rat. of course he’d offend everyone he met; he was—

‘shizun can be an asshole.’

…what?

unperturbed, as if he hadn’t just spoken with such incredibly crude disrespect, shen yuan continued. ‘he can be cruel and calculating and mean. i doubt luo-shidi did anything wrong. i will speak with him tomorrow on shidi’s behalf, and see whether we can come to a resolution before things become more complicated than they need to be.’

‘shixiong needn’t trouble himself!’ panic flooded luo binghe at the thought of causing such problems so quickly after being accepted here. surely, shizun would throw him out if he found out binghe were so arrogant as to complain to the first shixiong he saw. ‘shizun is the master of qing jing peak; how can his judgment be called into question? if he says this disciple was wrong, this disciple was wrong and will correct himself. please don’t trouble shizun over this disciple’s failure. i don’t wish to cause problems, only to learn and improve myself. please.’

a long, heavy silence stretched between them, and luo binghe became acutely aware that he was not dressed. how embarrassing, to be undressed and begging for mercy from a shixiong he had only just met. he pulled his knees to his chest on the bench, covering as much of himself as he could.

finally, shen yuan let out a heavy sigh. ‘alright,’ he said, his voice barely loud enough to be heard over the distance and the water. ‘this shixiong won’t make trouble for luo shidi. only, if shizun doesn’t accept anything luo shidi does, you must promise to tell me. the same with any other disciple; if anyone is cruel to luo shidi, you must let me know. this shixiong hates bullies, and i would hate for anyone to embarrass qing jing peak with childishness—shizun included.’

how terribly bold. the daring words of his shixiong unsettled something in binghe’s chest. clearly, he was a troublemaker binghe should be careful of, lest he be pulled into the boys schemes himself.

[weaselandfriends]

My favorite work of yours is Chicago, despite the very negative reception that you yourself give it. When reading, I found it to be so delightfully evil (without really endorsing the evil of institutions) from beginning to end, and I enjoyed every character’s shortcomings. I also am a big fan of Cicero. Always liked her in Fargo. Overall, I had a great time and I hope you make more works like that. Onto CxC!

No no no, I love Chicago. Chicago is certainly my most underrated work.

I wrote Chicago at a time when a tempest of bad things were happening to me, including the emergence of an extremely annoying and persistent hatemailer who spammed me with hundreds of anonymous asks and reviews bashing on Chicago, and this definitely lowered my self-conception of Chicago's quality as I was writing it (and led to the major burnout that caused me not to write anything for two years before I wrote CxC). But since then, I have come to look at Chicago extremely fondly. I love its final arc, which is probably the most mentally deranged I have ever been while writing a story. The fight scene between Clownmuffle and Darien/Berwyn is probably the best fight scene I've ever written.

Besides, in Chicago my powers of unintentional foresight achieved their greatest accomplishment:

"Do any of thee know today's date?" "January the fifth," said everyone together, glad for an easy question. "And what occasions tomorrow, the sixth? What especial event?" Nobody spoke at first. January sixth, some obscure holiday? The Empress's birthday, maybe? Cicero betrayed a microscopic bacterium of discomposure, while Aurora seemed to have resolved herself into a perfect statue. The most movement came from Joliet, whose fingers extended one by one by her side—she was counting. After two full handfuls her eyes illuminated and she nearly staggered forward out of the space of the Centurions and into the space of the Empress, only just barely restrained by the invisible barrier that disconnected them, a frantic flash in her face, her lips and eyes purple: "Twelfth—hkkkk—Twelfth Night! The twelfth night, skkaaahh, after Christmas—the Theophany—the—the Magi's revelation that Jesus Christ was the incarnation of God!" She wheezed, panted, hissed, stooped over herself, seized her knees as though she had sprinted a long distance, looked up at her mother. Her mother said: "Incorrect." Some phantom force kept Joliet from falling. "Firstly, tonight is Twelfth Night, save by the estimation of certain sects we consider inconsequential, and secondly, Twelfth Night is not the night of the Theophany but the night prior." "Hkkkkkah, hkkk, I meant that, I meant that tonight is Twelfth Night, tomorrow the—" "Silence." Joliet fell silent. "Thou hast better to not speak than to speak falsely. It marks a pedant or dilettante who noises at the first mention of a topic they consider their expertise, only to distort basic facts. In either case, Theophany or not, the deity of Puella Magi has yet to reveal Herself to the Gentiles. Inconsequential, inconsequential—" The Empress turned on her heel, her outfit revolved around her, and she paced toward the opposite end of the room, the topic put entirely from her mind and the interruption utterly obviated. "Tomorrow, January the sixth, is the date the One Hundred Thirteenth United States Congress reconvenes for the commencement of its second session."

Anyway, thanks for enjoying Chicago! Have you read Cleveland Quixotic? I would say that's my work most similar to Chicago, and also one of my more underrated ones.

[kami777]

Sneak peak of Chapter 1 of Zombie!CheongMyeong fic!

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Darkness.

An all encompassing void was all that Cheong Myeong could see. His senses had long dulled, and there was only an echo where his body used to be. He couldn't bring himself to care, even the beating in his chest was but a distant memory,

‘I'm dead now, why do I need to bother with things like that?’

A jolt.

‘Huh?’

Something stirred and awakened in his mind, a collection of strange sounds reverberated in his head, almost unbearably loud after not hearing anything for god knows how long. The creaking of a heavy door, then the slam of it shutting, distant, unintelligible muttering, speaking slowly with a tone so sad a strange nauseous sensation settled in his skull.

‘Who is that? What are they saying?’

The sound of steady footsteps on stone, walking, walking away from him.

‘Hey, Wait, Where are you going? Why are you walking away?’

Light fills his mind, the scenery blurring on the edges, like a dream. He can see people in front of him, maybe 5? 6? They all blur together as they walk away, slow and steady, down a path that feels all too familiar.

‘Hold on, don't leave, why are you leaving?’

Something desperate gripped his heart, as if something dear was being ripped away from him, but the feeling was suspended, without direction.

Something dear?

‘I have already lost everything dear to me’

Images of his sect brothers fluttered through his mind, the blood, the death, the countless mangled bodies as far as he could see. Pain ripped desperately at his heart.

‘If only I was stronger, then maybe some more would have survived’

‘There is nothing more I can do’

Cheong Myeong felt himself sink, the darkness of earth encompassing him once again, it was comfortable, familiar. A memory echoed in the back of his mind, the strong hands of his sahyung laying his small, not yet scarred body, gently into his bed, the warmth of the blankets descending and wrapping around him, comfort, safety. The light of a single candle illuminates the room, flickering over the lines of his sahuyng’s face, ever so softly, fingers brush through his hair, and a light melody reaches his ears.

‘Ah, my sahyung is singing to me’

His body is warm and the pillow under his head is soft and cold, he thinks this is the most comfortable he has ever been. The candle light flickers again, through the shrinking cracks of his eyes he can see the red-pink edges of the embroidered plum flower on his chest, the light lines of thread glowing in the light.

‘Mount hua…’

His consciousness fades slowly, but something in his mind fights it.

The blinding image of people on a path fills his brain again. He strains his vision, looking desperately, for something, anything. One man, in the back of the crowd, falters in his steps, slowing to a stop.

‘Turn around! look at me! do anything!’

The man hesitates, the world goes silent, he turns slowly to glance back, the wind blowing gently through his robes, lifting them lightly off his chest.

Pink.

Five petals, embroidered together, the string fraying slightly at the edges. The craftsmanship is poor, and the robes are old and weathered, but he could recognize it nonetheless.

Mount Hua.

His home.

The place he gave his whole life to protect.

The smell of plum blossoms and the taste of wine.

A fire lit in his soul, something that had laid long and dormant. The will to fight.

But something else still resided within him, a reminder of all that he had lost, a compressing grief, the knowledge that he cannot change the past no matter what he does and who he kills. The urge to give up and rest.

Two thoughts battled in his mind, one shining brighter and brighter until the other fades away entirely.

‘I want to sleep’

‘No’

‘I want to go home.’

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This is my very first serious fic ever so feedback is welcome and encouraged! Please let me know if anything is difficult to understand 😭

[celestialsibyl]

planetary archetypes: ancient astrology

𖤓 hierarchy of the cosmos 𖤓

the luminaries [sun & moon] are the brightest celestial bodies that emit the most light. the moon ☽ is the sun’s ☉ mirror, reflecting solar light and illuminating the night sky

the following planets are in order according to their distance from earth.

moon ☽ ➝ mercury ☿ ➝ venus ♀➝ sun ☉ ➝ mars ♂ ➝ jupiter ♃ ➝ saturn ♄

sun ☉ diety: sol [roman] hēlios [greek] shamash [babylonian] surya [indian] is the light of the mind, perception of the soul, the source of energy. its creative power is absolute. at a personal level, sun expresses itself as self-esteem and confidence, sense of purpose, ambition and determination. associated with the symbolism of an emperor with his central authority, leadership. illuminator. so[u]l.

moon ☽ diety: luna [roman] selēnē [greek] sin [babylonian] chandra [indian] is a cosmic mirror, reflection of solar and creative light, thus the analogy with multiplication, reproduction, and chaos. it is constantly going through its phases and cycles from new moon to full moon. associated with the mother and nurturing principle. body.

mercury ☿ diety: mercurius [roman] hermēs [greek] nebu [babylonian] budha [indian] is the writer of destinies, the scribe god, bestower of intellectual and practical wisdom. interpreter of dreams. mercury rules the mind and as the fastest moving planet, it symbolizes the speed of thought. messenger and trickster.

venus ♀ diety: venus [roman] aphroditē [greek] ishtar [babylonian] shukra [indian] is the goddess of love, femininity, beauty, music, art, and sexual pleasures. venus is the yin side of libido, passive and dark. venus is magnetic and seductive, she knows how to make things happen without actually doing anything tangible. brings harmony and softness. affinity with artistic endeavours, aesthetics and creativity.

mars ♂ diety: martus [roman] arēs [greek] nergal [babylonian] kuja [indian] is the god of war, the warrior, the rage, anger, passion, vitality, will to fight; the will to live. it is violent aggressive. the yang side of libido, active and light. mars brings destruction and chaos when not disciplined. mars is sharp either physically or mentally.

jupiter ♃ diety: jove [roman] zues [greek] marduk [babylonian] brihaspati [indian] is the sage of wisdom, abundance, optimism, faith, luck, philosophy, and higher knowledge. jupiter is the biggest planet in the entire solar system, symbolizing expansion and growth. jovial and hopeful.

saturn ♄ diety: saturnus [roman] kronos [greek] ninurta [babylonian] shani [indian] is elder, the authoritative figure who puts you in solitary and through long-lasting punishments. saturn makes you or breaks you, for the greater good in the long-term. the visible rings around saturn symbolize constraints and restrictions. what bounds you can also be your key to freedom.

classification of the planets:

hot - sun ☉ mars ♂ jupiter ♃ venus ♀ changeable - mercury ☿

cold - moon ☽ saturn ♄

dry - mars ♂ sun ☉ saturn ♄ changeable - mercury ☿

moist - moon ☽ venus ♀ jupiter ♃

planets can be classified as hot, cold, moist, and dry

benefic - jupiter ♃ venus ♀ changeable - mercury ☿

malefic - saturn ♄ mars ♂

planets can be classified as benefic, "doers of good", or malefic, "doers of bad".

masculine - sun ☉ jupiter ♃ saturn ♄ mars ♂ androgynous - ☿

feminine - moon ☽ venus ♀

diurnal - sun ☉ jupiter ♃ saturn ♄ common - mercury ☿

nocturnal - moon ☽ venus ♀ mars ♂

planets can belong to either the diurnal (day) sect or to the nocturnal (night) sect.

what planet is your chart ruler? what condition is it in? let me know in the comments!

made by yours truly <3

- @celestialsibyl