#VENUS MY BELOVED CHILD

[snackugaki]

so normal about this trailer

so normal about turtles

[mediumgayitalian]

“I’d pick you up at the airport.”

“What?”

“If we were normal. I would — have one of those signs, you know. When you came back from your adventures.”

“Oh.” Nico snorts. “I’m still fucking off all the time when we’re normal? And you’re not coming?”

“It is woven within your very soul to fuck off as you please,” says Will sagely. “You get antsy. You know, like a house cat.”

He laughs when Nico shoves him. Less when he loses his balance and rolls into a tree, but he crawls back, anyway, kicking Nico’s ankle as he lies back next to him, folding his hands over his ribs. Nico watches him for a moment, tracing the round edges of his knuckles, until Will’s smile begins to twitch with him knowing, and he looks hastily back to the sky. It’s embarrassing, Will’s snorting huff of amusement, but more than that it’s electrifying, zapping a trail down Nico’s spine and making him shiver.

He can feel the heat Will is always throwing off, blazing every centimetre from his shoulder to his heels, a hair’s breadth away, a millimetre of distance.

“What else would it look like?” He clears his throat. “Our, um. Our normal?”

Will hums. “New York, probably. Big-ass penthouse with your trust fund.”

“I’m a trust fund baby?!”

“Hey, Nico, how much does dish soap cost?”

Nico opens his mouth, and closes it again. Will’s snickers get louder. Is it considered bad etiquette to banish one’s significant annoyance to the Underworld? Only permanently, probably. If he only keeps him there for a couple weeks it should be find. A couple weeks would be appropriately humbling.

“And what do you contribute?” Nico asks, instead of answering. (Not because he doesn’t know. Obviously. Because he is dignified, that’s why.) “Your dimples and boyish charm?”

“Yes, obviously.”

Well.

“…Okay, fair.”

Will snickers triumphantly.

“You still a doctor?”

“Mhm.” Will shifts, mouth curled in amusement. “Paediatric in Mount Sinai. We live close, by the way. You said it’s cause it’s close to Central Park but really you like to hide my lunch in the mornings to have an excuse to come see me.”

“Sounds like you forget your shit a lot, actually.”

“That, too.”

He looks over and smiles at Nico and for a moment he is convinced, wholly genuinely and truly, that the sun that’s been hiding behind the clouds all day has finally peeked out, because he can actually feel his whole body warm, in that slow-rising, penetrating way; he can actually smell the surge of sunshine in the air, feel the red glow in the backs of his eyelids, taste the brightness of the light. Every one of his neurons sinks into his system, sighing, cells reacting to thousands of years of memory of the gentle warm of the Earth’s closest star.

But the sun is not shining, and there is only Will, and his too-big teeth brush against the bottom of his lip, and his dimples show, and his eyes crinkle, and he is more radiant in even his old stained camp shirt and fraying jean shorts than his father has ever been and could ever hope to be. A thousand planets could thrive under a hundred blazing stars and none could come close to him. He knows it, how those ancients felt, the drunken surety as they stood and challenged the gods, swore up and down that their beloveds outshone Venus, Diana, Juno; Will does, Will does, and Nico understands intimately the hubris in a way he scoffed at as a child, because the words bubble and boil and threaten bursting inside of him now. What claim have the Olympians? Over sunlight? Over beauty? Over Will?

“We’re happy?” he says instead, choking hoarsely over the veneer words, over the blocked desperation, truth. “In our normal, we’re happy?”

“Always,” Will whispers. He twists onto his knees, crawling the two inches over to press close, close, closely, hand gentle on Nico’s stomach when he tries to sit up, and presses his lips to Nico’s cheek, dry, twitching with his smile, shaking with his laughter. Nothing is funny, and he isn’t joking, but Nico can feel the giddiness bubbling up and out of him the way sadness flows out in tears; when Will is giddy he giggles, constantly, hiding it barely in his hands, and now he presses it into Nico’s skin, because he knows how Nico aches to hear it, how he watches him like he’s burning it into the ridges of his brain. “I am always happy with you, Niccolò.”

“I love you,” Nico says, fiercely, and it will never be enough, not in English, not in Italian, not in Greek, but he will try. “Te amo. Capiscimi? I love you, Will, I —”

“I know.” The tiny little vibrations of his laughter are — intoxicating; Nico is drunk, ascending. “I know, di Angelo. Sap. I love you, I know.”

He dissolved into giggles into the crook of Nico’s neck, and Nico is lying, still, facing the clouds, and he is warmed, and he is warmed, and he is warmed.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[8:09 pm]

(cw: f!reader)

The car rumbled down the street, a cold silence filled the car. You started out the passenger window while husband!Renjun looked at you from the corner of his eye.

It had been a rough afternoon for the two of you. Renjun failed to tell you about a huge gala he had for work that night even though you had already both agreed to celebrate your wedding anniversary tonight. Your anniversary celebration that had already rescheduled since Renjun would be out of town. You knew this wasn’t his fault exactly, he couldn’t control when he had to leave for work but the idea of spending your first wedding anniversary alone didn’t feel nice.

The gala though, that was his fault entirely. He swore he told you but there were no texts, emails, and nothing in the calendar you both kept up to date. Not to mention that he had told you it was black tie with only 3 hours until he had to be there.

You had wasted half an hour of that time arguing, another hour and a half getting ready and the last hour walking around department stores and boutiques looking for a dress that fit the dress code. And Renjun had been a major pain in your ass the entire time!

He would excitedly tell you found something and when you turned he would be holding a bright, gaudy dress with entirely too many ruffles. He did that countless times and each time you fell for it. You were already annoyed that he had waited until the last second, annoyed that the reservations you had planned were now useless, and annoyed that you had to spend your honorary wedding anniversary shmoozing Renjun’s coworkers.

He tried to make you laugh, tried to compliment you, talk to you like everything was ok but you wouldn’t budge! He sighed, fingers tapping at the steering wheel nervously, “you really do look beautiful. That dress fits you perfectly.”

You huffed like a grumpy child, “no, it doesn’t. It’s too long and the chest is too big.”

“Well, I can’t tell, you look gorgeous.”

“Another thing you don’t pay attention to,” you murmur under your breath.

Renjun sighs, pulling into the front of the venue and sliding out of the car to give the keys to the valet. The valet gets to your door before he can, but he can feel his nerves calm when you hook your arm through his. He tried to help you fix the skirt of your dress but you swatted his hands away.

He groaned under his breath, fine, if you wanted to be petty, he could be even more petty. He knew he messed up, but geez woman! How many time were you going to make him apologize?!

He straightened out his bow tie and entered the venue with you on his arm. He smiled at one of his bosses and walked over, “Mr. Lim! So good to see you again! I don’t know if you remember but this is my darling wife.” His hand squeezed your waist as he drawled out the word “darling.” You smiled and introduced yourself to the older man, standing by as the ever interested wife as they both made small talk.

Every introduction that followed was the same. You were Renjun’s beloved wife, his dear wife, his sweet wife, the wife he adored and with every introduction you felt the genuine disappointment from earlier melt into mild, playful annoyance.

After Renjun had had enough of introductions and led the two of you to your seats you finally took the bait. “I know what you’re doing Mr. Huang, just because you describe me with all these cute little adjectives doesn’t mean you’re forgiven.”

Renjun hides a smile from behind the rim of his glass, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh! This is my precious wife who I love with my whole heart and soul, do you remember her?” You mimic in a low growl.

Renjun laughs brightly, “I don’t sound like that! And I didn’t gush about you like that.”

“You basically did. Now everyone here knows who wears the pants in this marriage.”

Renjun grabs your hands and waits for you to look at him. When you do you find his gaze soft and apologetic, “I really am sorry. It completely slipped my mind and in the future I will absolutely stay on top of keeping you informed. Can you find it in that big, beautiful heart of yours to forgive me?”

You fiddled with the wedding band on his ring finger, “I’m more annoyed that you kept pulling hideous dresses when we didn’t have a lot of time to get here.”

“I will never, and I mean never, give you fake fashion advice again.”

“Well, I’m sorry for throwing a fit about it too. I accept your apology, my favorite husband.”

“Hey! I’m your only husband. Forever.”

[quitealotofsodapop]

Just read through the MKEgged tag, and where's Redson? I want to see the roller-coaster he goes on of "A baby!? Wait, who's the father If it can't be me? Oh, okay, no other parent. I'll step in and help, what do you mean the pregnancy has a high mortality rate!?"

Just this guy trying to figure out what he's feeling and how to handle things with this baby, because yay baby, but also No you're not allowed to die!"

Prev.

haha yes! XD

Red Son's bull-brain tells him "Whomst is the father!?" immediately, even if him and MK aren't in a fully romantic relationship yet. His infatuation tells him that only *he* can father Noodle Boy's progeny!

The fact that the pregnancy was magical in nature calms him down only a little bit... until he learns that MK's true species have a high maternal mortality rate due to this unique form of reproduction.

Red Son, busting on into MK's prenatal appointment: "Noodle Boy!! Who said that you're allowed to die!? I strictly forbid it!"

Red Son goes out of his way to investigate what knowledge is available on Stone Monkeys so he can devise a way to help MK survive and recover. He knocks on the door of every soul he can think of who would hold some idea of what to do; Lao Tzu, The Gold Star of Venus, and even Guanyin herself.

The alchemist and planet god both only had second-hand accounts of how Stone Monkeys lived, but provided copies of their literature all the same.

Approaching her old master was a little awkward, but the Bodhisattva Guanyin is a patron god of safe childbirth, and Red Son wanted to have their input on the matter. To her surprise, Guanyin was equally concerned for MK's well-being - and had already offered to attend the birth to ensure that they could monitor MK and the baby. Red Son learns from Guanyin that Sun Wukong himself had such questions many centuries ago, but curiously dropped the matter sometime after the Journey. Former master and disciple share a warm goodbye, finally reunited by their worry over a noodle monkey-boy.

Xiwangmu was still mourning the loss of her husband, so Red Son thought it improper to bother her on such a matter - but clearly Lao Tzu or Gold Star blabbed. The very next time Red Son stepped into the Celestial Realm, he found himself swept into a suffocating hug by the Queen Mother of the West.

Xiwangmu, weeping: "Oh, my little fire opal. You are so proactive! Scouring the Heavens and Earth to find a way to save your mate and child!" Red Son, confused: "EHH!?!?"

Turns out, the Queen Mother had a gut-reaction to hearing that her grandson's beloved ("WHO TOLD!?" shrieks Red) Monkey Prince was pregnant. And that reaction was; "GREAT-GRANDCUBS?!?!"

Red Son barely has a second to object. The Queen Mother weeps how the Jade Emperor is to miss the birth of his first great-grandchild, but that the pregnancy is a light in a very dark time for her and the court. She orders her court secretary to give Red Son unlimited access to the celestial library so that he can continue his research.

After the whirlwind of discovering that apparently even Heaven itself blames him for MK's Egg, Red Son turns to only two known members of the Noodle Boy's species.

Sun Wukong and the Six Eared Macaque.

The Macaque was the most difficult to get information out of since he kept slipping into the shadows whenever Red brought up questions on his species. Luckily one attempt/battle (it got out of hand) lead to the appearance of Sun Wukong on the scene.

Wukong: "What's the issue, firecracker?" Red Son, holding thick notepad: "I need to understand your species so I can devise a way to prevent MK's stone egg from killing him!" Macaque, turns off powers: "Oh! Why didn't you say so? I thought you were trying to dissect me or something!" XD Wukong: "We know almost everything there is on our species, so fire away kiddo." Red Son: "Yes! Finally! Question 1; in the case of self-spawned eggs, is the child a genetic clone of the parent?" Wukong & Macaque: (*both shake their heads*) Wukong: "Oh no. Its not a clone. You see, the Egg absorbs Dao from it's surroundings - not just it's parent. So it steals bits of DNA from whatever troop happens to be around. You know like friends, family-" Macaque, slyly: "Former mates." Wukong: "Former ma- hey!" (*glares*) Red Son, thinking: "So an additional source of life energy could supplement MK's own depleted supply?" Wukong: "Yeah... but the healthiest option is usually a dear friend or life partner. Someone who can cling to them and supply the most juice. Also helpful if the pregnant person wants their kid to look like their fave person." Macaque, knowing smile: "Or... whoever they have a big crush on." Red Son: (*hair-flames briefly flicker pink in blush as he imagines a red-furred baby monkey with calf hooves*) Red Son: "Wait. How come you both know so much about this topic? I know Sun Wukong has access to the celestial library, but Macaque has been barred from the palace grounds since the rebellion! Why do you share the same knowledge?" Wukong & Macaque: (*both start spluttering and choking on air*) Wukong, trying to find words: "You see-! We uh...!" Macaque: (*fades into background at 50% opacity, hiding face in scarf*) Red Son, realising: "Ah. I see. Thank you for your input, gentlemen." Wukong: "Where are you going now?" Red Son: "I'm going over to Noodle Boy's place. I have been invited for company." (*Red Son leaves. Macaque phases back in*) Wukong: "Well. The Egg might not be her doing. But she certainly wishes it was." Macaque: "I'm just glad they didn't try getting more out of us." Wukong, cheeky grin: "Like what? How we both know so much about Stone Eggs because once upon a time we wanted some of our own?" Macaque: (*hides face in scarf again*) "Shut up, peaches."

As for the Demon Bull parents? Well..

PIF, calmly writing letters: "Even if the child was not made the traditional fashion, we will both adore them all the same. I expect any grandchildren of mine to be as beloved as a prince or princess ought to be." DBK, arms full of baby shower gifts: "Make sure to note the exact hour, day, month, and year of the child's birth! It's very important for divining the calf's fortune!" Red Son, flames twitching: "Are you two-!? ARE YOU PLANNING A ROYAL BIRTH ANNOUNCEMENT!?" PIF: "Do not shout dear. My mother visited shortly after you left. Seems that a certain child of mine has been asking around about celestial monkeys and safe magical birthing practices, and it's stirred the court's rumour mill. Me and the simians are planning a formal announcement once the child arrives." Red Son, blushing pink: "I would have gone through the same effort if I only considered them a mere ally." PIF: "I know you would. But a mere ally, does not donate so much life energy to the parent in hopes that the child becomes theirs." Red Son: (*blush grows even bigger, flames spit embers onto the surrounding furniture*) PIF, brushes embers off of desk: "Hopefully, Xiaotian doesn't experience the terrible heartburn I did whilst carrying you." Red Son: "Mother!" DBK, wincing with sympathy: "Only exacerbated by your cravings, my love! You had a great desire for charcoal and spiced meat on the bone."

MK texts Red Son a few hours later asking if he'd like to go out for some barbecue; "Just started craving it for some reason. Oh! And we should make sure to get cheese tea too! Acid reflux acting up rn and I need something to quench the flame."

Red is so down bad.

It's not all sunshine and baby monkeys though - there is genuine worry across the families about MK's condition. None more so than the men who raised him.

(*Red is leaving MK's place after a hang out session, when a certain pig-man in the kitchen speaks up*) Pigsy: "Hey... thanks for being there for him." Red Son, surprised: "Huh? Oh! No problem..." Pigsy: "I know you like him. Like, like-like him. I don't exactly approve but.... you've been going out of your way to find ways to help me. Make sure he..." Pigsy: (*trails off, eyes puffy*) Red Son: (*quietly approaches, awkwardly places a hand on Pigsy's shoulder*) Pigsy: "Promise me something." Red Son: "Ok." Pigsy: "If the worst happens... I want you to still be there. For them. Not just because you like him. But because you really care about him and his kid." Red Son, certain: "I do. I truly care for Xiaotian. And I wish to be there for him through it all. And if the unthinkable were to occur, I would still be there for them." Pigsy, wipes tears with sleeve: "Thanks, punk." Red Son: "Again, no problem." Pigsy, changing tone: "Now! What's with this letter I got saying MK and his baby are gonna be presented to the Heavenly and Infernal Court?" Red Son, remembers previous encounters: "oops."

Once he fully explains the misunderstanding in heaven, Pigsy whacks Red with a spatula.

[withahappyrefrain]

I wish you would write a fic where … Venus is in the Navy and there’s where she and Jake meet each other (she doesn’t need to be a pilot but I’m dying to see how it would be if she were a fellow Navy personnel)

k bye love you

Fe the way this has been marinating in my brain! This an amazing idea I love it!

"This is so fucking stupid," Jake muttered as his squad gathered together. It was only the fourth time he had complained about it today, but fourth time’s the charm, right? 

Even if he was silent (rare but possible), the annoyance practically radiated off of him. Gone was that signature smirk and in its place his lips were drawn in a thin line, eyes narrowed as he kept his arms firmly crossed over his broad chest. 

"You realize that this has nothing to do with whether they think we're good or not, right?" Natasha asked, rolling her eyes. 

"And see, that's where you're wrong because it absolutely does. If they thought we were good enough, they wouldn't think we needed training from them," Jake explained, his voice coated in a vexing tone. 

"It's their whole job, you do realize that? Right?" Reuben asked, shaking his head. The whole squad had gathered outside the doors, wanting to come in together before the first meeting. What they didn’t think about was that it meant being forced to hear Jake. 

Most of the squad was fine with the Star Warriors coming in to help with training. Some were even excited. 

And then there was Jake. 

Jake who could only shake his head as he clenched his fists and rolled his eyes, "I don't care whether it's their job or not. It's the fact they think we seriously need training that's insulting."

"Well, I'm excited to meet them!" Bob piped in, hoping to break the tension, "I've heard great things about the Star Warriors."

"Yeah, really great things," Bradley said a bit too gleefully, ignoring the death glare from Jake, "Did you know on the Star Warriors is Venom, the only other pilot-"

"Knock it off Bradshaw,” Jake snapped, his tone sharp. 

"of this generation that has an airstrike kill? Therefore, breaking our beloved Bagman's record and making him eternally jealous?"

"I am not jealous!" Jake snapped, "Besides I read the report. It was all pure luck, not much skill, if any."

Sure, it hurt a little, truly a miniscule amount, when Jake learned he was no longer the only one who had achieved such a rare accomplishment. But after reading the report, he knew he was still the better pilot.

No jealousy at all. That would be ridiculous to hold against a person he’s never met, never even seen before. 

"So you're jealous," Phoenix smirked, "Well I'm excited because it has the highest number of women in a Navy squad and frankly this place needs more women.”

"If you tell anyone I said this, I'll deny it. But," Bradley's voice dropped to a whisper, "Mav had a fling with the Captain of the squad back in the day."

Everyone gasped, well, everyone except Jake.

"There's no way Mav was able to pull Penny Benjamin!" Natasha whispered, "Dude, I had her picture on my wall when I was a kid!"

It was purely because Captain Penny Benjamin was an idol for all girls who wanted to join the Navy. Being one of the first female pilots to fly in a combat mission will do that. Nothing to do with her looks. 

Maybe a little. 

“It was before she enlisted. But yeah, that's why he told us to all be on our best behavior,” Bradley explained, reveling in the fact he could contribute to the hot gossip for once.  

Mickey snorted, “He has been looking like he's about to shit his pants at any moment.” 

Javy looked over his shoulder just in case the short instructor was looming by, “You think he still wants her?”

“Considering he’s been trying to follow Cyclone’s orders for the last couple days? I’d say so,” Bradley smirked. 

“We should get in there before they take the front tables,” Jake said, crossing his arms. That,  combined with the small pout on his face made Jake resemble a child that had been told there was no more cake. 

At least that’s how Bob saw it. Not that he would say it out loud (yet). 

As the squad went inside, they stopped when they noticed the front four tables had a piece of paper on them, each saying ‘RESERVED’ in bold letters. 

“He reserved the front tables for them?” Jake whispered, not even bothering to hide the disgust in his voice. 

“Oh, he wants her bad,” Mickey chuckled as he took a seat next to Reuben. 

“You think?” Bob muttered as he got out his paper and pad. He didn’t mind the seating change because it gave him a better chance to observe. An act of subtlety that Jake would probably never learn. 

“Careful Seresin, there’s steam coming out of your ears,” Bradley whispered as he sat down at the table across from Jake and Javy. 

“It’s just some tables, don’t worry,” Javy assured his best friend, internally praying that Jake would be able to keep his cool for once. Today, of all days, was not the time nor place for Jake to lose his temper, or worse, push others to do so. 

Jake sneered, ignoring Bradley’s comment as he got out his notebook. Checking his watch, he already felt better- this supposedly ‘amazing’ squad was five minutes late. 

Maverick said something about issues with parking. 

“Typical,” Jake muttered. This supposedly ‘elite’ squad couldn’t figure out parking?

“Maybe they could have parked if your car didn't take up three spaces,” Bradley remarked, as if he could read Jake’s mind.

“My car is not that big,” Jake defended. Some called his Jeep Wrangler an ‘eyesore’. Jake didn’t think his colleagues had any right to judge his car, Bradshaw in particular. 

Natasha rolled her eyes, “Your parking is heinous. How many spots did you take up today, Seresin?”

“One!” Jake rolled his eyes, “And a half.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

The sound of the door opening saved Jake from further scrutiny. There in the doorway stood Penny Benjamin and her supposedly elite crew. He saw the captain of his squad straighten up, clearly hoping to add a few inches to his height. 

There were many women, more than one usually sees in a Navy squadron. That alone was enough to turn one’s head. 

But one  in particular stood out to Jake. 

She was right behind Penny, standing tall as she walked into the room. She was striking with her amber eyes and dark hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. There was an air of confidence about her; she had no trouble standing tall in the front of a room full of strangers. 

“Thank you for your patience. My squad and I are honored that we get to work with you,” Penny Benjamin smiled as she addressed the group, “We've heard many great things about this squad.” 

“And we've heard many wonderful things about yours,” Maverick said. Jake fought the urge to roll his eyes, not wanting to stop looking at this  mystery girl. Her plush lips had formed into a tight smile as her eyes continued to scan the room. The dark green of her flight suit was striking against her sun kissed skin. 

When they landed on Jake, he was ready with a bold wink and a dazzling smile. Laying on the Texan charm, as he always did. 

She rolled her eyes, whispering something to the blonde haired woman next to her. 

Huh. That usually did the trick. 

Jake wasn’t nervous. He liked that she remained strong. It spoke volumes of her focus. 

Oh fuck, she smiled. 

Whatever the woman next to her whispered, it made his dream girl’s eyes light up. Her cheeks rounded as a grin overtook her face. It was one, if not the, most beautiful sight Jake had ever seen. And he had seen sunsets and sunrises all over the globe. 

Shit, he was nervous. He shifted in his seat, looking down at his boots. His face felt warm, was he blushing? She didn’t even smile at him and he was blushing. 

Fuck. 

“I’ll let my team introduce themselves. This way we can all be some sort of name basis, be it callsigns or our government names,” Penny explained, earning a chuckle from Pete that Jake would normally gag at. Instead, he remained poised, eyes remaining on the beautiful woman that was standing next to Penny.  

The first woman to step forward had long blonde hair swept into a ponytail and eyes bluer than the sky. She was striking and normally what Jake would go for. But today was proving to be different. 

“Lieutenant Camellia Garcia. Callsign Cielo,” She said with a sweet smile, her eyes remaining on Mickey. 

He returned the smile, ignoring the playful nudge Reuben was giving him. 

“Wait, is that your wife?!” Javy blurted out, earning a giggle from Penny’s squad, along with Natasha, Bob, and Reuben. It was known Mickey’s wife was also in the military, though he didn’t make her area widely known. 

“No, they just have the same last name for funsies,” Natasha commented, forcing Bob to stifle a laugh. Bradley continued to look bewildered (not that Nora minded). 

“Yes, we do have a pair of lovebirds together. But after Penny and I discussed it extensively, we realized it shouldn’t be a problem,” Pete explained. 

Camellia turned her head to face the smaller Captain, “It was never a problem Captain.” 

“That’s my Cielo,” Mickey muttered under his breath, making zero attempts to hide how pleased he was. 

A woman with military issued glasses was next to step forward. Her doe eyes had been scanning the room while Penny spoke, always alert.  “Lieutenant Nora Anderson, weapon systems officer. Callsign Birdie.”

Bradley’s ears perked up upon hearing her callsign. Immediately, he straightened up, leaning forward as his eyes remained intensely on her. He might as well have cartoon hearts in his eyes. 

Birdie definitely noticed, looking away immediately after locking eyes with the mustached pilot, a red flush overtaking her face.  

Amateurs, Jake thought. After that brief moment, he regained his composure, arms crossed as he moved his toothpick around with his mouth. You never make it obvious. 

He was very obvious. 

After Birdie, a woman with curly hair stepped forward. With her shining hazel eyes and bright smile, the only word that could best describe her was adorable. 

“Lieutenant Maeve Castellanos. Callsign Athena.” 

Great, now Bob was staring. Fucking Bob, Baby on Board, of all people, with his cheeks bright red and blue eyes having turned into the living embodiment of hearts. 

They were all falling one by one. Soon Jake would be the only one standing strong. He could only shake his head at his coworkers before diverting his attention back to the Goddess that was next to Penny. 

Finally, she stepped up. She smiled confidently as her eyes scanned the room before speaking in a self assured tone, “Lieutenant Commander Danica Morales. Callsign Venom.”

Oh. 

As Penny’s crew moved to sit down, Jake’s coworkers turned to him, expecting an annoyed look plastered on his face. 

Instead, his eyes seemed to be…shining? Rather than a scowl, his lips had formed into what could best be described as Jake’s signature ‘shit eating grin’. 

“Huh.” Was all he let out. It wasn’t one of confusion, if anything it reeked of satisfaction, which was odd considering how irritated he was 15 minutes ago. 

“Do you have something you’d like to add, Lieutenant Seresin?” Penny asked, much to everyone’s dismay- Pete’s particularly. 

Jake straightened up, leaning forward over the table, resembling someone who was about to sweet talk a bartender rather than a Captain. 

“I’m just honored to be working with you all, particularly Lieutenant Commander Morales. You know, it’s not every day the best meets the best.” 

If looks could kill, Jake would already be dead. Not just from Danica, but from the eyebrow raises and baffled looks from the rest of his squad.  If it bothered Jake, hell, if he even noticed, he wasn’t letting on. He simply smirked, eyes remaining on who he once described as his rival. 

“However, I do have to say something,” He began. 

“Please don’t,” Bob muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose to prepare himself for whatever bullshit was about to flow out of his coworker’s mouth. 

“They made a mistake with your call sign. Venom doesn’t suit you,” he explained as if it was obvious. 

Maeve scoffed, “Clearly you’ve never heard her over comms.”  

Bob now owed Nat ten bucks after claiming there wasn’t a girl on Penny’s squad for him. 

Jake ignored the comment, continuing to talk much to everyone’s dismay, “It should have been Venus. After your beauty.” 

The room was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. 

Danica tilted her head to the side in an attempt to comprehend Jake’s words. Whereas the 45 degree angle tilt seemed to help her cat, Rugelach, understand things, it did not when it came to understanding Jake fucking Seresin. 

“Is he….” Nora turned to Maeve, absolutely bewildered, “....on something?”

Maeve rolled her eyes, “Unfortunately no, he had to pass a drug test to be here.”

Nora’s eyes widened, “So he’s….he just said that sober?”

“Welcome to the club, it doesn’t get better,” Bob muttered. Maeve gave him an apologetic smile, making the bespectacled WOS blush, eliciting an amused smirk from Natasha. The moment was a great reprieve from the fuckery that was their blonde teammate. 

Bradley leaned over, “If you want Nora, I can give you the rundown on Seresin after this briefing.” He could barely hide his excitement as a blushing Nora timidly nodded her head. If Danica hadn't been twitching over Jake's words, she would have given her WSO a knowing wink and nudge. 

Camellia turned to her husband in disbelief, “Does he do this often?”

Mickey shook his head, “This is new for all of us Cielo.” His words brought little comfort. 

Penny turned to Pete, lips drawn in a thin line as she contemplated filing a sexual harassment charge. If looks could kill, Jake would have died by Pete Mitchell if Danica hadn’t already killed him with her glare. 

“You….” Danica started, closing her eyes for a brief moment to prepare herself, “You’re honored to work with me?”

Jake smiled, showing off his bright veneers teeth, “Of course. How could I not be?” 

“Even though my achievement was just, in your words, pure luck?” 

The echo of his past words caused the smile to drop from Jake’s face, his brow knitting together in confusion, “I’m sorry darlin’, I don’t understand-”

“That’s what you’ve been telling everyone. That it was all pure luck, no skill,” her lips curled into a confident smirk, eyes narrowing as she continued to stare at Jake, “Word gets around Lieutenant Seresin, especially with a mouth as big as yours.”

With that, she simply turned around, ignoring the once cocky pilot who now had a gob-smacked look on his face. 

As well as a raging erection, but she didn’t need to know that. 

Jake couldn’t tell you what the rest of the briefing was about. What he did know was that Danica Seresin had a beautiful ring to it. 

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[akazzzaa]

Ohhhh how about this? akaza, muzan, kokushibo and douma with a reader who's parents disapproves of them dating a demon so they forcefully make reader marry someone else. but knowing these demons i bet they might rescue their lover during the ceremony, eh? adds drama and flair!

Thank you for the ask! I really enjoyed writing this!

Summary- Readers parents don't approve their child dating a demon so arranges them to marry a normal human. Demons Interrupt the wedding.

Genre- Fluff// Angst

Warnings- Forced marriage/ Death/ Blood/Gore

Muzan

Muzan Kibutsuji, the most powerful demon of them all, had fallen in love with a human who had inadvertently caught his attention. She was beautiful, kind, and possessed a heart that Muzan had never seen in any other human. They had been secretly dating, their love growing stronger with each passing day, but there was one problem: your parents disapproved of your relationship.

So they found a husband for you. One that any other woman would be glad to have.

As your wedding day approached, you where filled with dread and despair. Your love for Muzan was undeniable, and the thought of marrying another man was unbearable. You knew that you had to find a way to escape this terrible fate and reunite with Muzan.

On the day of the wedding, as the ceremony began, Muzan couldn't bear to stay away any longer. He had been watching from the shadows, hidden in plain sight, and when he saw the you walk down the aisle with tears in your eyes, he knew he had to act

Muzan burst into the wedding venue, shattering the doors and sending the guests scattering in all directions. Blood and limbs everywhere. Your parents where shocked, but there was a fierce determination in Muzan's eyes as he made his way to the altar. He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the crowd of corpses. "Let her go!" your father shouted, trying to stop Muzan, but the demon's power was overwhelming.

Muzan held you close, his crimson eyes locked onto his. "I won't let anyone take her away from me," he declared.

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a burst of power that sent your parents and the chosen suitor flying backward and killing them on impact. The wedding venue crumbled around you both. Both of you escaped through the chaos, leaving a trail of destruction behind.

Once you were safe, Muzan embraced you, vowing never to let anyone come between you again and forced his hand through your chest and grabbed your heart. Before you could die, he turned you into a demon.

Kokushibo

One fateful night, your parents gathered the family to reveal their decision. They had chosen a wealthy and influential human suitor for their child, intending to marry them off against their will. You where heartbroken and conflicted, had no choice but to comply with their wishes, for fear of causing them pain.

As the wedding day approached, your heart grew heavier. You knew that marrying someone else would mean giving up on love and living a life of lies.

Unknown to you, Kokushibo had been informed of the impending marriage. Determined to rescue the one he loves, Kokushibo devised a plan to save you from this forced union.

On the day of the wedding, just as the ceremony was about to begin, Kokushibo arrived to the venue. The demon's presence filled the air with an eerie tension, and the guests, horrified, began to flee in panic.

Kokushibo's cold voice cut through the chaos, "I will not allow this unholy union to take place. You, my beloved, are not meant for this human." With incredible speed and precision, he swiftly cut your fiancé in half.

With a mixture of shock and relief, you looked into Kokushibo's eyes. "Kokushibo... you came for me?"

With a soft smile, the demon reached out his hand. "I will not let anyone tear us apart. Come with me, and we will be together, no matter the odds."

Filled with emotion, you took Kokushibo's hand, and left the scene of the disrupted wedding together. Both of you had defied your family's wishes and society's norms, choosing love over tradition.

As you both disappeared into the night, your love remained as strong as ever, and kokushibo knew you would face many challenges, but you would face them together.

Douma

Douma had found an unexpected connection. His heart, once consumed by darkness, was now inexplicably drawn to you.

You had a fierce determination and a compassionate heart that could pierce through even the darkest of shadows. Your love was pure and passionate, yet tragically forbidden. Your parents couldn't bear the thought of their daughter being with someone they considered an enemy of humanity.

So your parents decided to take drastic measures. They arranged for you to be married to a young man from the village, someone they believed would provide safety and security. The news of this arranged marriage was a devastating blow to both you and Douma.

Douma's multicoloured eyes gleamed with a mix of sadness and despair. "Y/N, I won't let this happen. We'll find a way to be together, I promise."

As the days went by, you and Douma hatched a plan to escape the arranged marriage. The night before the wedding, you decided to flee, seeking refuge in a remote, hidden location where you could both live together in secrecy. But you would abandon your old life, family, and name to escape the constraints of human society.

On the fateful night, you where supposed to be dressed in you bridal attire that your parents prepared for the wedding, you escaped from your room, with Douma waiting in the shadows. You both slipped away into the night.

Akaza

In a small village a secret love story was flourishing. Akaza, a feared demon that have killed many warriors, had fallen deeply in love with you, a kind-hearted human. Your love transcended the boundaries that separated worlds, but it was a love that was hidden, cherished only in the secrecy of night.

As the months passed, your love grew stronger, and you both began making plans to be together openly. Akaza had already proven his unwavering devotion to you, and together you both believed they could overcome the prejudice and fear that kept you apart.

However, your parents remained stubborn in their opposition to the relationship. Fearing for their child's safety and the consequences of such a forbidden love, they hatched a sinister plan. One evening, while you where away, they made a deal with a wealthy family from a neighbouring village to arrange a marriage between you and their son. It was a grim decision made out of love, or so they told themselves.

Your heart shattered as you tried to protest, explaining that your heart belonged to Akaza. But your parents would not hear of it, and they were blind to the love that had blossomed between the two of you.

The arranged marriage took place, and your life would be forever changed. In your heart, you continued to yearn for Akaza, who was unaware of the tragic twist of fate that had befallen his beloved. you where forced into a loveless marriage, trapped between the love you cherished and the obligations you could not escape.

On that night, you where in your room, your husband trying to court you. Meanwhile, Akaza had returned from his mission early, sensing that something was amiss. He used his supernatural abilities to track you, and what he saw through the shadows confirmed his worst fears. He saw the ceremony outside, and you in a bedroom with a man, looking utterly devastated.

In a swift and silent motion, Akaza infiltrated the house, hidden from human sight. In the midst of the commotion, Akaza reached out to you, pulling you close to his side. He spoke with a voice that demanded respect and conveyed his unwavering love. "You will not take what is mine," he declared, his eyes burning with intensity. He covers your eyes from the view as he kills the man.

[grisastro]

Astro Observations 4 (+ placements I find Attractive at the bottom)

- [ ] Mars-Venus Conjunction (or at least in the same sign) indicates popularity? In my observations, they are a YouTubers, Influencers, content Creators, Insta Models.

- [ ] Sun-Uranus people I’ve met, most of them are LGBTQ, also me (is it a coincidence??)

- [ ] Also Aquarius Risings I know, most of them are LGBTQ

- [ ] Have you ever attracted enemies or people who hated you for no reasons? Do you have any planets in your 12th house??

- [ ] Your chart ruler should never be overlooked. Its position and aspects tell a lot about you. I found one website that really accurate 👉🏻 https://teaandrosemary.com/

- [ ] Is it only me? Who find Aries Rising Men have a ton of sex appeal.. it’s like there’s a fire in their eyes, a warrior eyes, very sexy, very firery. I know one friend who is Aries Rising and also Mars Square Rising together. I wanna F him😂

- [ ] Are Gemini stellium a gossiper?

- [ ] You tend to be attracted to people who share the same Moon sign or at least find them interesting and wanna know more about them.

- [ ] From my observations, People with Venus Conjunct Mars are always in a relationship. They don’t stay single for too long. When they break up with someone, not too long and they will be in the next relationship. Maybe because it’s not so difficult for them to attract love interest since they are really attractive and easy to be around.

- [ ] Is it true for Venus in 12th house native that you just know what it feels like to be heart broken even if your heart never been broken before? Or you just know what it feels like to fall deeply in love or beloved by someone even if it’s never happened before? They said that Venus in 12th house has learned every lessons about love (1-11 houses) from the past lives.

- [ ] I have interacted with 2 persons in my life who has interceptions in their charts, and it felt like there’s an imbalance in their personality, lack of something I can’t pinpoint, I dunno, something missing in their personalities. ( both of them are unaware and not into astrology tho, and I believe that if they were , they would fill the hole by working on something)

- [ ] I think that the Sun sign that easiest to spot is Aquarius Sun. They are everything but generic.

- [ ] In my opinion, I think the most egotistical placement if undeveloped is sun in the 1st house.

- [ ] Also, sun in the 1st house natives, most likely to have the same sign as their rising. People with This placement give off the Main Character energy. Strong character, and people see you as a leader, and of course you have a great leadership skill.

- [ ] There’s always some people in your workplace or school who seen as different and unique. Check if they have Uranus in the 1st house. And if it’s happen to make a Major aspect to the their Sun, their uniqueness is even amplified and more apparent. It may not be so obvious but people will have an idea that they are not like others.

- [ ] Also look at the house that the Sun and Uranus sit in may give you more insight. For example: if they have Uranus in the 1st house and Sun in the 10th house ( which squaring each other), their work could be unique and offbeat. Very outstanding!

- [ ] Not only Scorpio IC that have a tough and traumatic childhood, but Also Aries. ( need to see the whole chart though)

- [ ] Gemini Risings look young and got bright eyes like a child.

Lastly, what BIG 3 combination you find most attractive and/or what placement in a birthchart you find irresistible and why? Share with me 😊

Placements I find charismatic

- [ ] Venus in Scorpio, Aquarius, Leo, Aries

- [ ] Mars in Aries, Leo, Scorpio, Gemini

- [ ] Moon in Aquarius, Scorpio, Libra, Aries

- [ ] Sun in Taurus, Aquarius, Pisces, Libra

- [ ] Mercury in Libra, Virgo, Pisces

- [ ] Fixed Risings (Leo, Scorpio, Aquarius, Taurus), Sag and Cappy!

- [ ] Venus-Uranus, Venus-Pluto, Mars-Pluto, Sun-Uranus, Moon-Pluto, Moon-Uranus

- [ ] Venus/Sun/Mars/Moon in 8th house

- [ ] Mars/Uranus in 1st house

- [ ] Uranus in 5th house

- [ ] 11th house Stellium, 8th house Stellium, 5th house Stellium

[a-d-nox]

galatea, the beloved (asteroid 74)

Once upon a time, Polyphemus, the Cyclops from the journey of Odysseus, fell in love. Galatea was a lovely Nereid who was in love with Acis (whose story I previously told). Polyphemus learned of this when he saw the two together thusly crushed Acis with a boulder and breaking the heart of Galatea. IN MY OPINION, with this version in mind, Galatea could represent a) the types of lovers you attract, b) how those that love you tend to become jealous, and/or c) the terrible things that happen to those you love.

In another version, a sculptor named Pygmalion makes an ivory statue showcasing what he believes to be the ideal of womanhood and names it Galatea. He becomes so enamored by Galatea that he falls in love with her. Venus was enchanted by this and brought the statue of Galatea to life in answer to Pygmalion's prayers. The two then had a child named Paphos together. IN MY OPINION, with this version in mind, Galatea could represent a) beauty/attractiveness, b) what makes you someone's ideal, c) who you can enchant with you looks, d) where your love story attracts a lot of attention, and/or e) where people tend to be extremely hopeful of having you in their lives.

i encourage you to look into the aspects of galatea along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of galatea AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede galatea!

OTHER RELATED ASTEROIDS/PLANETS: aci (6522), ovidius (2800), VENUS, and pygmalion (96189)!

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May Prompts (28) Empty

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 28)

Summary: Will Rosie be able to keep her secret from her parents until the big day?

Twenty-Eight Years Old

Seen in hindsight, the trip to Greece was a catalyst of what came later. On our last evening, Timothy and I had dinner at an almost empty restaurant on the cliffs of Fira. The sun was about to set, and the sea was bathed in colours of gold. When Timothy took my hands in his and asked me to marry him, it really was the perfect ending. Cliché, perhaps, but who cares? Luckily, he hadn’t bought the rings at one of the ridiculous jewellers on the island but brought them with him from London. (I said yes, by the way.)

***

As if faith wanted me to keep my secret from my parents, they were away on a three-week trip to New Zealand when we arrived back in London. I called Dee before I went to Baker Street to collect mail and check the fridge for outdated milk and decayed body parts. She had closed for the day, but when I called with my inquiry, she was instantly intrigued and asked me to pop into 221A before I left.

It was strange to see someone else living at Nana’s. Her old furniture had been donated to second-hand shops, new wallpaper, art, and futuristically designed chairs, tables and shelves made 221A look like something taken out of Star Trek or whatever. The kitchen and bathroom were recognisable with bits and bobs I remembered. Nana’s oven mittens, the kitchen utensils and the wallpaper. Over the kitchen table was a big photo of Nana.

“I’ve made some sketches for you,” Dee said after she’d inquired about the trip. “One on each shoulder, yes?”

She showed me her drawings and after some discussion, she made the adjustments I wanted. 

“See you tomorrow at six,” Dee said when I left. 

“Can’t wait!” I retorted excitedly.

***

Dee’s Den was everything you don’t expect a tattoo-studio to be. (At least if you’ve never set foot in one.) Airy, spacious and clean in the extreme. The first time I entered, I felt I needed to take my shoes off.

“No customer of mine will suffer from an infection. I’ve seen enough of that shit,” Dee said gravely.

Her improved sketches had been coloured when I arrived the next day, and they looked even better than I’d dreamt of. The tattoos would adorn each shoulder. One red poppy on the left, and a bee on the right. A t-shirt would cover them, and by the time Dad and Papa were back, they would’ve healed properly so I didn’t need to wrap them in plastic, and the soreness would be gone. I hoped to keep them a secret until the wedding day. My dress would be sleeveless and make sure to show off the tribute to my beloved parents.

***

We decided on a May wedding, and it was Dee’s idea to check if the venue from Nana’s funeral was available.

“She would’ve been so pleased that you all had some good memories from that place. Dancing and laughing, celebrating love.”

Both me and Timothy loved the idea, and we were in luck. Normally, the place needed to be booked at least a year and a half in advance, when it came to weddings, but they’d had a cancellation due to a broken engagement. Nine months to prepare.

***

I chose Liwia as my maid of honour. We had stayed in touch over the years, and she adored my parents, after they’d given her shelter when she needed it in the middle of her teens. Bella had been switched for Iris. They’d been together almost eight years, and Iris was six months pregnant with their first child. An unknown donor was the father.

“I’ve been meaning to ask if you were traumatised when you stayed with us,” I said on the final fitting of our dresses.

“What do you mean?” Liwia asked, clearly puzzled.

“Board games,” I explained dryly.

She laughed wholeheartedly and admitted that she’d never played Scrabble, Cluedo, orMonopoly, but stuck to chess and card games.

“Wise choice,” I retorted with a grin. “Though I have experienced knights, queens and bishops being thrown across 221B.”

***

My uncles picked me up at the salon where I’d been styled and dressed. Uncle Myc cocked an eyebrow when he saw my tattoos, but he was unable to hide how moved he was by this permanent gesture. Uncle Greg…well, he wasn’t that subtle, and needed a stern talking to from his husband to avoid ruining my dress and hair when he teared up and embraced me.

“You’re going to destroy them with this, love,” uncle Greg murmured.

I hadn’t been nervous before, but when the familiar place came into sight, my palms started to sweat, and my heart pounded in my chest. Inside, Timothy and my parents waited. The most important people in the world, apart from the men helping me out of the car. I kissed them and let them go in first to find their seats. One of the staff stood waiting for me to open the door once I’d decided to enter.

For a while I just stood there, my head blessfully empty. And then out of nowhere a wave of emotions washed over me. The memories of all the preparations and anxiety of the last week, regarding the flowers, the last seat arrangements we had to change the day prior, one of my shoes that disappeared without a trace… 

“Come on, Watson. You can do this,” I interrupted myself, using Papa’s former name on me to get me out of the unending loop of trifles and keep me focused.

I nodded to the man by the door who opened it for me, and I slowly made my way down the corridor to where Dad and Papa waited. They stood hand in hand outside the door to the ceremony room and turned abruptly when they heard my heels on the wooden floor.

“You look…”

“Oh, Bee…”

They were both teary-eyed, which didn’t bode well. I hoped they’d piled up with tissues, because this well would not be emptied any time soon.

With my heels on, I was the height of Dad. I seldom wore high-heeled shoes, so it was an alien feeling to stand face to face with him, literally speaking.

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart,” he whispered in my ear when he hugged me.

“Thank you,” I said and turned to Papa.

He’d frozen and he blinked profusely. Dad looked worried at him. He still hadn’t seen the tattoos. Papa’s eyes darted between them, clearly shocked to the core. I took his hand and squeezed it.

“Do you like them?” I asked quietly.

“Like what?” Dad inquired; his eyes hadn’t left Papa’s face during all of this.

“Look at me, Dad,” I said and finally he saw what Papa had seen minutes ago.

“Oh, my god,” he said and covered his mouth with his hand. “Rosie.”

“They are…” Papa clearly knew but was too shaken to believe what he’d deduced.

“Yes, Papa. They are. My tribute, homage, or whatever you want to call it. To you and Dad. To show you and everyone how much you mean to me. Dee made them while you were away. You have no idea how proud I am that I’ve managed to keep it a secret until now.”

Finally, out of his daze, Papa cupped my face and kissed my forehead and cheeks, careful not to disturb my hair or makeup.

“My precious girl,” he murmured. “I love you.”

“Stop! You’re making me cry,” I protested and tried my best to stay composed.

Dad sniffled and batted his eyes with a handkerchief.

“I’m never going to survive this day,” he muttered.

“John!” Papa exclaimed. “Don’t you dare.”

I knew I had to take the lead, or we would be stranded outside that door forever.

“Come on. The game is afoot,” I teased.

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YES, there will be a continuation tomorrow.

This is also my entry for this month's Sherlock Challenge and the prompt ink.

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[ancientcraftnoccultism]

🌿 Herb Of The Day

Title: Lilac

Gender: Feminine

Element: Water

Planet: Venus

📜 Folklore & History 📜

Lilacs are an old, old, species that originated in Persia and then traveled to Europe. They were brought to America in 1750 and then planted at New Jersey Governor Wentworth’s home. Other prominent men fell in love with lilacs. They were reportedly one of Thomas Jefferson’s favorite flowers, and he documented his lilac-planting-methods in 1767. George Washington followed suit and moved existing lilacs on his property to his garden in 1785.

In Greek mythology, Pan, the god of the wild, chased a nymph named Syringa. She turned herself into a lilac bush to escape Pan, and in anger, he broke off the reed-like branches which made pipes. With regret, he tried kissing the broken branches, and as his air pushed over them, sounds were made. Lilacs were responsible for the creation of “Panpipes.”

Russian folklore believed that hanging lilacs above a baby’s bed would bring the child wisdom.

American folklore thought that lilacs could drive away evil and that placing them in a haunted house would displace ghosts. Thought to be symbolic of “old love,” Victorian widows often wore lilacs as a sign of remembrance. One hundred and fifty-five years ago today, April 15th, Abraham Lincoln died after being shot by John Wilkes Booth. Any American — and much of the world — knows the story of the self-educated, country lawyer who became one of our nation’s most beloved presidents. But what many Americans might not realize is how the death of Lincoln reverberated into so many areas of our collective psyche, including literature and horticulture, thanks to Walt Whitman. Walt Whitman was a reporter, printer, writer, traveler and Civil War nurse who is considered one of America’s greatest poets. He self-published Leaves of Grass and worked on it throughout his lifetime, eventually modifying it so that there are eight different editions. Whitman felt a great affinity with President Abraham Lincoln, and when Lincoln was assassinated in the spring of 1865, Whitman grieved.

He wrote years later in Specimen Days about learning of the President’s death:

"I remember where I was stopping at the time, the season being advanced, there were many lilacs in full bloom. By one of those caprices that enter and give tinge to events without being at all a part of them, I find myself always reminded of great tragedy of that day by the sight and odor of these blossoms. It never fails."

While lilacs are first to bloom, their flowers are short-lived. The heady fragrance lingers sweetly at first, but then the blooms start to die, leaving a heavy, cloying smell. One of the first flowers of spring, lilacs contain a natural compound called indole that’s found in flowers — and feces. It’s that undercurrent of the “bottom note” of fragrance that suggests decay and death.

🔮 Metaphysical Properties 🔮

The beautiful May-blooming lilac is one of the loveliest tokens of spring. But they are much more than beautiful shrubs with showy, sweet-smelling flowers. Originally lilacs were planted to repel all evil. Planted near the entryway, lilacs were believed to send out protective vibrations. When the flowers are cut and brought into the home they cleanse any living space. And they'll also remove any unwanted spiritual presence. Blue and white varieties work well for this purpose. Since lilacs are ruled by Venus, they are also used in love spells. Try placing some pink lilacs on your altar while performing a love spell. The dried flowers make a powerful addition to any love sachet.

🍴⚕️ Culinary & Medicinal Properties

The simplest way to enjoy lilacs is as an infusion of the flowers for a lilac sugar. The sugar can then be used in recipes to add lilac flavor to baked goods. This also works with a lilac simple syrup which is just a liquid form of the same thing that’s perfect for making cocktails. For my money though, I think lilac infused honey sounds the best. The sweet floral flavor of lilacs translates beautifully into an ice cream base.

To prevent the recurrence of disease, lilac flowers were used to help strengthen the system and prevent relapse after a patient had healed. They’re said to be specifically good after cases of malaria. Tasting the raw flowers you can actually pick up some of the astringent qualities, as they make your mouth dry and pucker a bit (along with their floral flavors). This astringent quality makes them good for use in skin care products. Lilacs are used as a folk remedy for intestinal worms, as well as a treatment for gastric discomfort and gas. Regardless of the purpose, the most likely medicinal lilac preparation is a tincture, which is just a lilac infused alcohol

[venusandsaturnsrings]

VENUS IM BACK!! LIKE A WEEK BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY (it's the 24th!!)

I present inceltaru with ANGEL GF <333

Incel childe how just things you're the cutest thing!! Ofc just because ur an angel doesn't mean you're free from his sinful thoughts<33 ugh he's such a little freak that he researches angels mating habits so he knows what signs to look for:((( definitely not so he can fuel his little fantasies in a more accurate way!! He would never!!! Imagine him reeling when you ask him to preen you're wings cause it's only something mate's do</33 he's SO hard at the thought of being your beloved mate that it hurts!!<33 the purrs you let out when he preens you're wings aren't helping either:(( all he can think about is just pushing you down and fucking you :((( ofc he wouldn't do that without you're permission, BUT!! Later when he's done with preening you're feathers and being the perfect little doting mate he's watching angels be fucked stupid on different sites <333 he likes imaging its you while pumping his cock while you sleep all curled up on his bed!!

Ugh bringing back his filthy panty stealing habit he just snatches them right out of your basket when you're distracted (they're all cute and frilly!! Ofc you don't know what it does to him </33) imagine him slipping in some aphrodisiacs into you're food cause angels don't rlly go into heat :(( he just thinks you look soooo cute all sobbing and needy <333 he can't help but playing and teasing you're pretty pussy for hours on end not letting you come until he sits your cute cubby body on his face for him to eat out!! When he's finally had enough of you're juices (he could never have enough but his cock is painfully hard, and he's cum once untouched!!) he starts to fuck ur fat pussy the right way, praising you for being such a good girl<333 he def creampies you cause he just wants you're cute little chubby belly full of his kids!! I forget to mention the amount of marks he leaves to show others you're HIS pretty little angel and no one elses!! He definitely messes with the base of you're wigs to get you all whiney from how sensitive they are on aphrodisiacs :(((

-chubby darling anon!!

WAHHHH OH HOW IVE MISSED YOU… omg!! birthday!! i love birthdays :3 i love festivities and balloons and cake and confetti and sprinkles!! you better have had a super duper awesome birthday OR ELSE!! happy one week belated birthday :3 but… my god… your brain is huge… angel girl and yucky inceltaru :((

any sort of creature or hybrid has the blood rushing lower in his body but, he admittedly has a soft (hard?) spot for pretty angels. put the prettiest little angel ever in front of him? he’s a goner. now, have that little angel be absolutely fascinated by him? double whammy, he’s done for.

the soft and nearly iridescent feathers of your wings called out to his mind and hands incessantly. with fluffy down at the base, it was difficult to repress his constant need to mess with the soft surface. Ajax eyed them up day and night while flicking through various adult videos or books divulging the mating habits of angels. if he became your mate, he’d get to care for you constantly which includes getting his dick wet AND petting your wings. what does he truly have to lose? so when you approach him shyly following your afternoon nap requesting he preen your wings, he thinks he’s died and finally gone to heaven alongside you. yet, he sits himself down and fixes up all your feathers. the little hums and whines you let out do nothing to settle the raging boner he’s developed yet he can't find himself wanting to stop; you're just too cute to resist.

later, you request his assistance nesting. with your fluttering lashes and doe eyes the idea of declining doesn't even cross his mind lest crystalline tears fall; that's something he looks forward to seeing when he finally splits you open for the first time. he brings you an infinite source of soft toys and blanks to cozy up in yet you still request some of his clothes to add to the pile under the pretense of wanting his smell to linger. cheeks thoroughly flushed, he hands you a couple hoodies and shirts to bury in the already large nest you've built. the satisfied noise you make upon deeming the nest complete has his heart about to burst from his chest. you're just too cute and you don't even seem to know it!! that said, since you've taken some of his favourite pieces of clothing, it's only fair he steals some of yours, right? sure, his plans are significantly more lewd but he's a man that regularly thinks with his dick more than his head. his favourite panties are always the ones in sweet pastel colours with pretty bows. your pussy most certainly would be a present so a bow suits the piece of clothing. Ajax always makes sure to aim right for the crotch, where your entrance would sit, when he finishes.

angels sure are interesting beings! being monogamous mates and sharing similar habits with other creatures that have heat and rut cycles, one would assume you'd have one as well, but angels are beings with a biological duty of sorts and consequently don't have any such cycles. Ajax isn't opposed to manipulating your body and needs to the slightest degree so if aphrodisiacs are what it takes to finally fully have you, he won't turn away at the idea. he justifies it as simply appealing to a biological process you sadly don't have!! it's no crime to finish what your body had already started.

every morning he lets you take care of the cooking while preparing a glass of juice for you. this particular morning, he had chosen orange juice due to the opaque nature disguising any cloudiness made by the drug; he does have brain cells. with eyes low over his glasses, he watches as you eagerly drink the beverage, feet lightly kicking underneath the table and a smile playing on your lips. you really are too sweet for your own good, he thinks. it takes mere minutes for the warmth to build up in your body and the slick to gather in your panties. your eyebrows are furrowed with short pants of breath leaving you mouth. Ajax plays the caring mate roll perfectly, asking if you're alright and gently touching your forehead with the back of his hand. even that slightest bit of contact has you keening and begging him to keep touching you exactly the way you both want. he's quick to scoop you up and place you back in the sweet nest of your own creation while murmuring promises of taking care of you. long fingers slide your panties off your hips and drool drops from his mouth onto your stomach at the sight of the spider web like strings of arousal clinging from your cunt to the flimsy cotton. thoughts and rationality left behind, he dives into your pussy slurping and sucking on every part he can. Ajax nibbles gently at your lips, clit, and thighs just to hear you sob more for him; these are the tears he wanted to see. he takes time easing you to orgasm after orgasm on his face until the wetness against the front of his boxers becomes unbearable to which he shucks them off in favour of slowly rubbing his tip back and forth between your folds. he soothes your watery cries with his own mouth as he sinks into you slowly. the aphrodisiac did its job in getting you needy but certainly couldn't bypass just how tight you are around him. he's, regretfully, anything but slow while he fucks you. it's your first time but he knows you need it hard. with fingers playing at the base of your wings, he fucks your velveteen hole with vigor only matched by agression you see in one of his big gaming matches. it's sloppy and harsh but enough to finish you both off quickly and oh, how you've fallen in love with the sensation of being bred so very full.

[cloutchaserkineme]

wagging

4:38 p.m. October 13 on land somewhere

I was honestly so intrigued by how many people seem to hate Kelly and Max together. I always give things like this a grain of salt, especially with WAGs, since girls always get the brunt of the hate when it comes to high-profile sport couples, because these men are "successful" in a heteronormative sense (they are physically fit and able-bodied, in a male-dominated sport etc.) and therefore the public wants whoever is their partner is to be the same type of successful (beautiful, single, and complements something of the guys' persona). Especially since he's a Libra sun lmao, these signs tend to get the absolute shit if their partners don't "match" them, a manifestation of Venus and Saturn's hatred of non-symmetry.

I've only been interested in F1 for a week, and am just catching up to the dense lore of this highly exclusive and limiting sport, and like any other person I pick my favorites for the most arbitrary reasons- Lewis Hamilton, because he dated my FIlipina queen Nicole Scherzinger, and is probably the only POC driver on the grid who I know actively speaks up on social issues at risk to himself and his career; Alex Albon for consciously choosing to be a Southeast Asian king as well as being a loud and proud WAG to Lily He; and Max Verstappen, for featuring in Cleo Abrams' F1 videos (which kickstarted my interest in this sport in the first place).

But I am of course wondering why people don't like Max's girlfriend. Or at least, the internet circles that I am in don't have a favorable view of her.

(The internet circles I am in talk about her father supporting the Brazilian fascist Bolsonaro, as well as her liking her father's post referring to the Black/mixed race driver on the grid using a racial slur, and Max supporting the PR statement released about that. But I am not talking about my beloved mutuals and our anger at white supremacy somehow finding its fucking way in all aspects of the world. I am talking about the girlies who absolutely hate Kelly just for being Max's girlfriend, when there are tons of reasons we really should just not care about them, or the sport at all.)

It baffled me because on paper M/K are arguably good- both creatures of the racing track, successful scions of F1 families. Him, the best racehorse in the racehorse competition; Her, daddy's girl who grew up around the track, respecting and admiring the horse race. He is a "successful man" in that he dedicated his life to excelling in sport, a move which fulfilled his father's wishes (a win for patriarchy), and she is a "successful woman" in that she is a conventionally attractive supermodel, did not eclipse her father's success, and had a child with a person who belonged in their sphere of influence.

And yet, this girl is haaaaated by the fans among the current WAGs. Baffling! And it's not even because she's conventionally pretty! Alex Saint-Mleux was also hated when she debuted, but the halo effect at least worked on her (a trend that fascinates me, how people also arbitrarily hate women in the spotlight, because I have never seen these F1 WAGs hang out and have fun as a group outside of the paddock and the men in their lives. If they keep their friendship private good for them, but the original WAGs of Victoria Beckham's time were pictured on their outings together... it might be because most of them are of different ages, or the current celebrity culture in the time of cameras makes privacy a luxury now compared to then, which is why the WAGs of F1, arguably considered a more luxurious sport than others, hate being public but! I digress.)

Anyway! synastry of Max and Kelly on the chart here (Inner wheel is Max's confirmed time with an astro.com A rating, while outer wheel is Kelly's natal chart, generated at 12 noon due to lack of confirmed birth time- so ignore the ASC and POF)

First off- that 12H synastry clouds this relationship to the general public. Whatever Max thinks of her, we will never know, but we can intuit from the chart that he thinks of Kelly as an ideal woman- his Scorpio Venus (traditionally "partner" or "wife" in a man's chart) hits her own natal Venus, and perhaps if she was born from early morning to late afternoon, also conjunct her Moon (physical body and expression).

For Max, women usually show up as:

sharp and confusing. the 12H is the house of undoing, unconsciousness, and hidden/foreign objects. he likes the thrill of the chase but won't fully understand why he runs so

wanting something more from him. scorpio as a mars-ruled sign is a sign of action, will, and drive, but the expression of it in water can sometimes make it more intense- think of being stabbed with a large icicle compared to an icepick; or a stalactite falling from the cave ceiling compared to other irregular shaped rocks.

foreign, to the point that the girl may stand out as "being the only one" or isolated. the 12H is hidden from the 1H traditionally, the same way that the conscious mind (1H) could never comprehend the true meaning of dreams and the subconscious (12H). and it is the house where the person literally couldn't know anything- it is the stuff behind them. the 12H is enemies, undoing, jail, prison, places abroad that you will never explore, sleep. not necessarily bad things, but certainly things that make you feel excluded. but how can you be cast out if you didn't know you were exiled in the first place, right?

anyway yeah- that's the general view on how women, as a romantic partner, show up in max's chart.

to overlay her planets on his, there's two hotspots that are of interest- one is kelly's fiery mars that is very happily expressed in aries, and also rules her scorpio planets. her way of action, of being a woman, her feisty, assertive, and perhaps rebellious side intrigues him. what he feels restricted by, she finds freedom in. max, like every other racer currently on the grid right now, is a creature of speed, of action and drive, but the warrior in him is confined to a grid, to a track, to the car. it is good for him that he is naturally smart and detail-oriented, and that F1 takes place around the world (change of scenery is important for sagittarius), so he can find his own satisfaction despite these limitations.

however kelly is really great at choosing the straightest path from a to b. she is direct, and won't subscribe to limitations as well as max does. she will do what she wants. while this might be a turn off for other men, i don't think it is the same for max- he is a martial person. he likes when things go zoom, he likes thrills (not fights- which i will get into when i compare the lestappen synastry soon), and kelly being straightforward and direct is exactly what he wants to see. also her mars in his 5H of romance is literally at its most simple explanation- he finds her attractive and she gets him hard.

the other hotspot is her moon. depending on what time of the day she was born, kelly might have scorpio or sagittarius moon, but I haven't really done a deep dive of her public persona to check which one it is most likely to be. whatever it is, her moon- which represents the physical body as well as emotions/heart- may be hitting his 12H scorpio venus, OR his mars in sagittarius, which is a very potent moon-mars synastry, at which point, it is game over for anyone else who wants to be called mrs. max verstappen.

because whichever one it is, max isn't letting go of her.

max has a gentle streak outside of the hellzone that is the circuit, he has moon and mercury in virgo, along with scorpio venus- traditionally feminine planets in cold signs. he has a close relationship and respect for his mother, he seems to get along well with penelope, and even though he hates the media so he won't participate in most of the marketing bonding strategies on camera, he is constantly referred to as connecting to the other drivers by texting them, including them in conversations, or acknowledging the retired legends.

max has a certain delicacy that he might not even realize is there, but since kelly embodies (moon) this, literally, he feels connected to her in ways he can't with other people. it is very isolating, to be max verstappen, three time world champion and son of jos verstappen, and despite living parallel lives with other drivers, they don't get what it is-

it being, women die on the track. not literally, thank god, but actually, women as an archetype, a medium of creation/agriculture, the first sign of civilization- this is the patriarchy's motorsport, F1 engines and its innovations are a remnant of war & destruction, playing and improving on the heart of dead beasts in steel bodies. choosing glory over women, women as supporters and on the sidelines, and some part of him recognizes that this thing that he has dedicated his life to wouldn't be a safe space for that energy. but he can't give up the race, the same way he couldn't help but be born to his mom.

however, kelly could survive in it- she's a child of the war races too. he feels comfortable knowing she won't be chewed up and spit out by whatever monster of male-first principles feeds off of women and their lives on this track.

that one interview kelly gave where she said that there was something "magical that night" that her and max met, she probably wasn't exaggerating. whether kelly has her moon in his 12H or 1H, or whatever house max's planets fall in her chart, the attraction is there and it is blinding. this relationship could also probably be a source of undoing for max, but i don't think that's likely. i also think that max, despite being a teenager when they first met, was probably waiting all these years for her to be single enough to make his move but then again, i am just a chick on the internet who speculates using esoteric means. i don't know what happened there, just what is shown right now.

i also think that max could only end up with two types of women- one who was born and raised in the same fire from the start, like kelly, or one who is completely removed from the F1 ecosystem entirely, like, idk. a coffee farmer in belize who moonlights as a go go dancer at crazy horse whose special interest is the history of color palettes; or a former astronaut-turned-mugler muse; or a professional, duly-licensed clown for hire who also happens to own a construction company that specializes in eco-concrete. just someone who is so different from what he is that they would never be affected by the pitfalls of a life on the racing circuit. either way, she's got to keep up with his high octane life as much as possible.

(and smart. they have to be smart and loving with their words. he would not tolerate it otherwise. 5H and 12H connections are all good for casual relationships, but the 7H is where the first marriage is seen- and his L7 is Mercury exalted in Virgo 10H, next to his moon. whoever ends up marrying him will attract a lot of criticism as well as idolatry- which is why they have to be witty as hell to transmute that energy into something beautiful.)

However, his Saturn 5H and his Sun, in the exaltation of Libra, may mellow it out over time. No matter who he partners with, as long as he stays with them for a long time, the public will soon warm up to them. Saturn likes longevity, a lesson that some Libras on the grid don't seem to care about, but I digress.

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2:12 p.m. October 14 2024 (because I went out with friends yesterday and cooked soup and slept like a baby)

[aroaceleovaldez]

comp of your favorite jason panels maybe?? or maybe an octavian doodle?? i was hit with the silly beam and now i need more blonde roman boys content. mayhaps add any other blonde romans boys you have crafted. i desperately need rick to flesh out camp jupiter the potential is insane - @argoii-official's mod erratum 🤭

MOD ERRATUM!!!!!!! i blow a little kiss to your askblog one mun to another. Tumblr decided it absolutely hated me putting images on this post so I will make a separate one for the favorite deadangelos Jason panels later. A little tiny Octavian for you though (he's grumpy):

and i will dig through my romans to see if there's any other interesting blond boys in there (i still have like two and a half cohorts to design plus messengers and medics, so there is still plenty of opportunity). let's see... oh yes I do indeed have some funky lil blond boys.

Lore for them below the cut:

okay, starting with the canon boys: Jacob i've made a son of Venus and i've decided is best friends with Terrel and Bobby. He's a shy and quiet kind of guy but he's doing his best. Also insert my hc about 5th cohort being more likely to be direct descendants versus legacies here (cause something something lack of letters of recommendation). Also because of a mistranslation about his job title my group chat has decided his demigod weapon is a gun. Julius i made a legacy of Indiges (deified Aeneas) based on his name. I haven't decided too much for him other than I think it would be interesting if Jason used to have a crush on him at some point.

VES okay Ves is fun. So first things first: scene kid my beloved. Scene kid with a bee theme. The joke is the hair stripes. His lore is that he's a legacy of Mellona (goddess of honey/bees) and he has a big ol' crush on Gerard, because Gerard is emo and they have similar music tastes.

Gerard i am going to be completely honest is 100% themed on MCR. I like listening to music when I design characters and I thought it'd be funny also i realized the name Gerard works thematically for a Mars kid. It all came together. Anyways he's emo, he's an MCR fan, no he does not know Ves has a big ol' crush on him. Ves is dying, squirtle.

Edgar is a son of Lua, a goddess to whom weapon spoils of war were sacrificed to. He's just kind of a cool edgy guy. Not pictured is his bestie, a girl named Felicity Pace, who is a legacy of Abundantia and Pax, and is also in 4th cohort. They're opposites-attract thematically (war vs peace, low energy vs high energy) but also they're both fashionistas and extremely dramatic.

Anton is my extremely self-indulgent pointing at Mars and how to the Romans he was also a god of civilization and ideal Roman life, which included him being an agricultural god, so legacy of Mars and child of Ceres. He's grumpy but he's very passionate about plants.

They're all mostly just meant to be background characters fleshing out Camp Jupiter for Deadangelos so they don't have a ton of meat to them, but I like to try and give them all at least something. At the very least a hobby, theme, interest, or relationships. Something along those lines.

[saturnbellfromhell]

THE ENERGY OF THE SUN

One of the first posts on my Tumblr was about the Moon and all her feminine glory. How she is bold, yet mysterious, cunny, yet delicate, powerful yet soft. In today's post we speak of the the star of the show, literally. Our beloved Sun which shins brightly threw our windows kissing the Moon goodbye. For another day is to appear on the horizon, for that it brings serotonin into our body and bliss into our hearts. The Sun has been talked about, written about, sang about and worshipped for as long as life has existed on our planet. It is the masculine to the Moons feminine with whom he has created a small family consisting of a son Mars, the planet of action, a daughter Venus, the planet of beauty and a androgynous child Mercury, planet of communication. Together with their energies they rule all that is seen. The primary family of our solar system and where raw energy is bred. This star flows in the middle of our  system, where it shins every millimeter, not leaving anything hidden. For it's master it has chosen Leo. A fiery and noble fixed sign which represents the king of all creatures. Leo's are in the middle of our favorite season, Summer. Where the Sun has impregnated our crops and bears fresh food to our table. When the hottest months appear, so does a infant Leo. Being the master of such a powerful and complex star, Leo's have a lot on their hands.

~Leo's are in the center of all, unironically they are mostly hated for such behavior. But in reality they literally cannot help it. It's what comes natural to these people. When the Sun shines on you, you have very little to hide. Every accomplishment is met with large praise, but every downfall is met by huge dissaprovement and judgment. So Leo's have to form a larger ego than others to survive such things out in the world. In their home life they love their family and partner to the core. Being loyal to the grave for them and not letting anyone lay a finger on them. They are the leaders of the pack, the grandiose caregivers of their own family. What they crave is affection and attention, but they also want this for all their loved one's. Even if a courageous Leo becomes a star, he is more than willing to put his loved one in the spot light. Remember that meme of Will Smith showing off Jada Pinket Smith on the red carpet, yep that's what a Leo would do (which is funny, because Will Smith is a Leo rising).

~Other than a Leo's love and loyalty, they are such prideful people. Rarely will you hear a Leo dirty talk themselves. They are also known to be overachievers, ambitious and throughout. These individuals are the emotional one in the fire sign group. They long for freedom and change, love and devotion, praise and respect.

~The bad caracteristic of a Leo comes from being a fixed sign by itself. Fixed signs are known to be very stubborn and fixed, literally, on their beliefs and ideas. It's quite hard getting a Leo to change it's routine, try something new or have it any other way they imagined it. Leo's are the one who want control over their life and decisions, so don't bother changing it. They will treat you like a God or Godess, but be sure to not act like you are better than them. They can also have a longer tongue than what it needs to be, even moreso if Mercury is in a fire sign, the Leo will never hold back his words. By doing so, Leo will have to learn to bend their back sometimes, bringing more harmony into their life.

~A Leo's house is eccentric and loud, just like them. They adore random pictures, figurines and small touches of pazaz. If living with a Leo be sure to let go and let them do their thing, I mean they do have good taste at the end of the day. The metal gold is what catches their eyes, they also adore shiny anything and diamonds. Their style is everso changing, whatever they wear the most important accessory is their confidence. With main-like hair and a wild look in their eyes they take the world by storm.

~If not sure somebody is a Leo, do not worry, for they will tell you themselves. The chatty Leo is sure to tell you all about their hobbies, achievements and goals and be sure they will go to great strengths to better all of them. People find it hard to follow up and true Leo and by doing so become bitter towards them a lot of the time. But what they don't acknowledge is that Leo's would be over the moon exited to grab someone and put them under their wing.

~Even though a Sun is meant for and it is it domicile, in detriment it falls on a weird Aquarius. Aquarians are not meant for the spotlight for they are the ruler of others, the humanitarian of the group. It is all about other and not about themselves for this a wise lesson to be learned from a Leo and also a wise lesson to be taught to a Leo. Exaltation lands it's place to a baby Aries which has much to learn but feels at peace by holding the crown. A fun way to look at exaltations if you are not familiar is looking at it like making a feist. The Leo gets everything done, the collecting, planning, organizing, preparing and cooking, but the Aries just shows up and enjoyes the feist making everyone welcome and happy. The energy of the Sun is primal and welcoming, playful and flavourful, exiting and concious, strong and delightful, but not for anybody!

~Where the Sun resigns is in the 5th house, the house of complite hedonism, creation and joy. It's the house where romance lives and where all passion and love accurs. It defins our adoration for children and where our inner child finds it's playground. This house is all about the fun and amusing aspects of life governing games and hobbies, sex and creative acts, self expression and relationships. Even though the 7th house is called the house of partnerships, this house is how things flow in a relationships. How sex and sexuality is embedded in the individual. The 7th house moreso has to do with the functions in a relationship afterwards, like a marriage. The 5th house also represents the enjoyment before the purge and structure in the 6th house. So you can look at the 5th house as maturing into a relationship, the 6th house as self improvement and the 7th as the stepping stone into the new world where solidarity is not common anymore. After the 7th house we look at our life and relations as a collective, not so much as an individual. For everyone must learn a lesson from every house and lord to become a better person, not only for themselves, but for the whole world.

~Leo teaches us to have a good time, not be bothered by accidents, expand our knowledge, fight for our ideas and enjoy being human in a very raw form.

~Planets that are welcome in a Leo's home include Jupiter, who expands this house, bringing luck and optimism into our hobbies and relationships. The Moon, bringing a firm duality into the picture, here the Moon will cater to intuition and desires into a natives personal and love life.  Mercury will also be welcomed with a smile on Leo's doorstep, bringing new communication skills to the table and a driven Mars to activate all that is said above...and of course a lovely Venus to bring a seductive manner.

~But not all feel at home here... like Saturn, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto

~Saturn in the 5th house

A cold planet in a warm house is always a no go. Here Saturn cannot find any discipline nor structure nor valuable time. With a prominent Saturn in the 5th house  individuals can have a hard time with playful and spontaneous acts. They can also have a great fear of losing oneself to others and not wanting to open up and try new things. By doing so they can feel like they have some sort of curse put on them, where life doesn't flow like it does for others. This placement can also indicate harder views on sex, where people feel like they are obligated or pushed to be intimate. Saturn here also delays children and stable relationships. Many with this placement can also feel downgraded and only find happiness in a steady career. This a very stressful position for Saturn with many expectations.

~Uranus in the 5th house

Uranus is all about surprises and novelty. It's a Aqurian planet. As said above Sun is in detriment when in Aquarius, so of course this can govern troublesome events into the 5th house. This can indicate a unexpected/unplanned relationship or pregnancy by all means. Uranus can also make it hard for the native to stay in relationships since he chooses freedom over all. It can also mean that a native finds independence through a lover or partner. They need a lot of security in love to strive.

~Neptune in the 7th house

In a woman's chart this can be a indicator of hidden romances for the native, since Neptune is a planet of dreams and the "outer world". This can indicate a lot of unfufiled desires and wants that are not being met since the native cannot express himself/herself directly. Love where a Neptune resides in the 5th house needs to be soft and tender with a highlight on mysterious sex. Since this house is about creativity, Neptune here helps the person becoming more dreamy about anything, such as acting.

~Pluto in the 8th house

This one is a tough one. Pluto is very transformative and needs a lot of space to get his point across. It governs all that is away, death, the darkness, rebirth, endings..etc. So not a very fun planet for a whimsical 5th house. With Pluto here it can have a very rigid and formal approach to life. You don't have a very carefree and easy going life. This placement can also mean a native can fall victim into a power struggle and feel guilty about intimacy. It can bring a lot of mental and health struggles into their life aswell. A very understanding partner is needed with a Pluto in the 5th house native.

[princesssarisa]

This… out of curiosity

Do you know the different meanings of the name of Cinderella's Stepsisters?

Charles Perrault's Cendrillon

Javotte: A nickname for Geneviève, which means "of the race of woman," "woman of the family," or "white wave."

(Perrault only reveals the older stepsister's name in one scene, not the younger one's.)

Rossini's opera La Cenerentola

Clorinda: “Youthful” or “greenery.”

Tisbe: Unknown; it’s a name from Greek mythology.

Massenet's opera Cendrillon

Noémie: “Pleasantness.”

Dorothée: “Gift from God.”

The 1947 Russian film

Anna: “Grace” or “favor.”

Marianna: A cross between Mary, meaning “bitter,” “drop of the sea,” or “beloved,” and Anna (see above).

The Let's Pretend radio adaptation

Flora: “Flower.”

Isabella: A form of Elizabeth, meaning “My God is an oath.”

The Disney version, animated and live action

Anastasia: “Resurrection.”

Drizella: Probably a variant of Drusilla, meaning “little strong one.”

The 1955 film The Glass Slipper

Birdena: “Little bird.”

Serafina: “Fiery one.”

The 1957 version of Rodgers and Hammerstein's musical

Portia: “Pig.”

Joy: Self-evident.

The 1965 version of Rodgers and Hammerstein's musical

Prunella: “Little plum.”

Esmeralda: “Emerald.”

The Muppets' Hey, Cinderella!

Mona: “My lady.”

Lisa: Derived from Elizabeth, meaning “my God is an oath.”

Rankin/Bass's Festival of Family Classics

Fatima: “To abstain” (though it serves as a play on “fat,” because she is fat)

Leania: Probably derived from Helen, meaning “light” (though it serves as a play on “lean” because she’s scrawny)

The 1969 Czech film

Katerina: “Far off” or “pure.”

Dorota: "Gift from God."

The 1973 Czech film Three Wishes for Cinderella

Dora: “Gift.”

The 1976 film The Slipper and the Rose

Isobella: “My God is an oath” (see above).

Palatine: “Of the palace.”

The 1978 African-American adaptation Cindy

Olive: "Olive," of course.

Venus: "Love."

The Faerie Tale Theatre adaptation

Arlene: “Honor” or “eagle.”

Bertha: “Bright.”

The Grimm's Faerie Tale Classics adaptation (English dub)

Phoebe: “Bright.”

Griselda: “Gray battle.”

Stephen Sondheim's musical Into the Woods

Florinda: "Flower."

Lucinda: "Light."

The Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child adaptation

Margarita: “Pearl” or “daisy flower.”

Esmeralda: “Emerald” (see above).

The musical A Tale of Cinderella

Moltovoce: “Much voice.”

Seppia: “Squid.”

The 1996 Burbank Animation version

Nellie: A nickname for Ellen or Helen, meaning “torch” or “light.”

Melba: Derived from Melbourne, Australia. Melbourne means “mill stream.”

(Their names are inspired by the famous Australian opera singer Nellie Melba, whose birth name was Helen Mitchell and who took her stage name from her home city of Melbourne.)

The anime series Cinderella Monogatari

Catherine: “Far off” or “pure.”

Jeanne: “God is gracious.”

The 1997 version of the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical

Minerva: “Intellect.”

Calliope: “Beautiful voice.”

The 1998 film Ever After: A Cinderella Story

Marguerite: “Pearl” or “daisy flower.”

Jacqueline: “Heel-grabber” or “supplanter."

Gregory Maguire's novel Confession of an Ugly Stepsister

Iris: "Rainbow" or "iris flower."

Ruth: "Friend."

Margaret Peterson Haddix's novel Just Ella

Griselda: "Gray battle" (see above).

Corimunde: Possibly a variant of "Clarimond," meaning "shining defender."

The Shrek franchise

Doris: "Dorian woman."

Mabel: "Lovable."

The 2000 stage version of the Rodgers and Hammerstein's musical

Grace: Self-evident.

Joy: Self-evident (see above).

The 2000 British TV film

Goneril: Unknown meaning.

Regan: "Little ruler" or "king's child."

(In case anyone didn't know it, their names are taken from the evil sisters in Shakespeare's King Lear.)

The Simsala Grimm adaptation

Agatha: “Good.”

Beatrice: "One who blesses.”

The novel and film Ella Enchanted

Hattie: A nickname for Harriet, meaning “home ruler.”

Olive: Self-evident (see above).

The 2004 film A Cinderella Story

Brianna: "High" or "noble."

Gabriella: "God is my strength."

Malinda Lo's novel Ash

Ana: "Grace" or "favor" (see above).

Clara: "Clear" or "bright.

The 2010 Märchenperlen adaptation

Clothilde: “Glorious battle.”

The 2011 Sechs auf einen Streich adaptation

Annabella: "Grace and beauty."

The 2013 stage version of the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical

Gabrielle: “God is my strength” (see above).

Charlotte: “Free woman.”

Alma Deutscher's opera

Griselda: “Gray battle” (see above).

Zibaldona: Possibly derived from Zebada, which is derived from Zebadiah, meaning “God has bestowed.”

Betsy Cornwell's novel Mechanica

Piety: Self-evident.

Chastity: Self-evident.

Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical Bad Cinderella

Adéle: “Noble.”

Marie: “Bitter,” “drop of the sea,” or “beloved.”

The 2021 Sony/Amazon film

Narissa: “Sea nymph.”

Malvolia: “Ill will.”

[crazycatsiren]

My grandfather was the one who told me this when I was a child. In Chinese astronomy, Venus is named after the god Taibai Jinxing (his name means "great white gold star"), an honored and beloved advisor of the emperor of heaven. He has the brightest star in the night sky named after him for his great wisdom and the brightness of his mind.