#triplicity

In Hellenistic Astrology, triplicity is a term used to describe the division of the 12 Zodiac Signs into 4 elements (Fire, Earth, Air, Water), which represents the third level of dignity. Triplicity rulership on the other hand is the assignment of the Planets to these elements.

Each element has :

1. A main Triplicity Ruler for the day.

2. A main Triplicity Ruler for the night.

3. A cooperating Ruler.

They are divided thus:

What’s more, is that triplicity can be used to delineate house rulership in a way that brings more meaning to the qualities of each house. Here is a breakdown of it:

Concept:

It seems like the most popular way to identify signs is by their elements. I recently learned that they’re also referred to as the triplicties. At first, I was confused why [with the root word being three and all]… but then I made this list below and it all made sense!

[As followed:]

Fire: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius

Earth: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn

Air: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius

Water: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces

Reconception;

Triplicity and The Choice, please!

Hiya, Yvette! You are more than welcome to ask about as many as you want to. Let me know what the other two were.

I'm excited that you asked about Triplicity (working title). It's been languishing for a couple of years now. The story is an AU about three close friends - Dean Winchester x OFC x Eliot Spencer. They've been a 'team' since high school, life took them in separate directions, but while they didn't see each other as often, they kept in touch. A class reunion brings them back together after six years and she decides it's time to tell them how she feels... about both of them. It doesn't go according to plan.

Snippet~~~

Jumping from the barstool, you wobble in place before a large hand wraps around your upper arm. “Whoa, careful.”

Shit. You’d know that growly voice anywhere, no matter how alcohol-soaked your brain. What the hell is he doing here?

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“With Ca- Cam’rn- Cam!” You wave your arm back toward the man you’ve been flirting with, and your hand smacks against something hard. “Owwwww.” Turning to see what you hit, you find familiar steel-blue eyes staring back at you. “Heyyyy, you’re here too.”

Eliot looks unhappy. You giggle at the adorable frown, but when the ridges of his brow form that angry ‘v’ that always sends a jolt of electricity through you, defiance overrides your sentimentality.

“Nice of you both to finally show up, but I found someone else since neither of you could be bothered to spend time with me.” You see the two of them exchange a look. Eliot shakes his head, and you hear Dean mutter, ‘Son of a bitch.’

 “Yeah, that’s right, I went to the ridge alone. So fuck both of you.”

~~~

The Choice... ooof. This one is a labor of love. Been in my WIPs for a while now, but for good reason. the plot is a little tricky and I want to do it justice. It's angst x3000. SPN and MCU crossover which loosely takes place between MCU Age of Ultron and Civil War with an extended period between, and ambiguously in Season 12 of SPN. It's an AU that I'm trying to keep as close to canon for both as I can. Dean x Alyssa(OFC) and Steve x Alyssa(OFC). She's thrust into a scenario where, as the title says, she ends up having to make a choice. I don't want to give too much away, so here's a snippet.

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Dean helplessly watches as she turns into Steve’s embrace seeking comfort, his arms sliding around her, pulling her close. Dean grunts, trying to loosen the pain in his chest. Those should be his arms around her, his shoulder that she lays her head on. Steve’s eyes meet Dean’s over the top of her head, his voice hard, cold, “I think you need to leave.” 

“I’m not fucking leaving without her.” Dean furiously spits, heart, plummeting when he sees her flinch at the sound. The muscles of Steve’s arms flex, tightening around her, and Dean nods, scrubbing a hand down his face. The only sounds in the room are her sobs and his ragged breaths as he looks at the floor. Raising his head, voice softer now but strained, he pleads with her, “Lyssa, please. Let’s go home.”

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Thanks again, Yvette.❤️ All these asks are giving my motivation for writing a nice kick in the ass.