#astro words

[venusinthefifth7]

I was looking at Wunmi's chart (I have no official birth time) and decided to add some asteroids. I love working with them.

Why does this woman have the asteroid Eros (erotic love) in Aquarius?!

[confrontthefamiliar]

New moon cancer

It’s not just my mind that operates on this very fine line

But also others

So they are scared when you start to tip toe down places they’ve learned to shut down

I want to be a woman with a strong mind

I think I shed everything unnecessary off in this new moon

I climbed a mountain at the donner summit

I swam in a lake

And let go of everything stupid haunting

(8.13 makes sense the new moon was conjunct my south node)

[herigo]

[clarynewme]

Short Astro Observations 💐👑💖

1. Jupiter Synastry Aspects = Major Green Flags

If you see Jupiter-Jupiter, Jupiter-Venus, Jupiter-Saturn, Jupiter-Moon or any Jupiter contacts in synastry… keep them, don't let them get away🤌.

Jupiter brings joy, expansion, blessings, luck and pure warmth. It also eases the negative aspects you might have in synastry.

Ultimate soulmate-coded vibes🥰

2. Sun Darakaraka = Hypeman FS

If your DK (Darakaraka) is the Sun☀️, your future spouse/longterm partner will be your personal cheer squad.

They’ll hype you up 24/7, boost your confidence and status👀, post you on their story, brag about your smallest wins and remind you that you’re that girl/guy/person on your worst days🥺.

3. Want a Partner with Words of Affirmation as Their Love Language? Look for:

Venus in Leo or Libra or Gemini 💋- flirty, affectionate, loves compliments and expressing admiration

Gemini Moon 🧠 - meaningful conversations, witty exchanges, lively discussions

Mercury conjunct/trine Venus ✍- the poetic messenger or sweet-talker, writes you love letters/notes

Gemini or Sagittarius Jupiter 🌍 - playful, optimistic, supportive, wise and always says the right thing

Note: This post is based on general patterns and observations. The way a placement plays out can really depend on the sign, house, aspects and overall condition of the chart. Every chart has its own story, so always take what resonates and look at the bigger picture.

P.S. Enjoyed this post? Reblog and drop a comment below! Let me know what kind of astrology games and insights you'd love to see more of!

inspired by @musexmessenger (TikTok)

[astrocafecoffee]

People with Sagittarius, Aquarius, Capricorn, leo and scorpio placements-

It is what it is 💀

[seawing-vibes]

I'm home, with moonlight on the river, saying my goodbyes

I'm home, there's moonlight on the river, everybody dies

I can’t stop myself from adding one (1!) “Read more” so heres the og sketch so you can see Noct’s face <3

[csavii]

What is your favorite ships? (aka multiple ships)

Pls and also here's pebble

Ooohhh okay I have a few teehee~

I hope this works! Also sorry this took so long to get to! I got trapped in a Dandy's World art block lol

Full image under the cut

[jazzy-flowerr]

Ok - and I think I've heard people theorize this before - but what if the reason Dandy wants tapes so bad is because watching his cartoon is the only thing keeping him from turning lethal?

He's heavily implied to be obsessed with the past, such as when Connie says that all Dandy talks about with Astro is just old episodes;

So what if it's the reminiscing about old times that keeps him a toon?

And when he doesn't get any tapes the first couple of times, he starts to show visible distress/impatience as well as showing signs of turning lethal [i.e; the red dots in his eyes]

Which, yes, could mean that he's becoming lethal because he's getting desperate, but there's a chance that it could mean he's getting desperate because he's becoming lethal. If that makes any sense.

[chauokun]

Sneaking out / Astro confession comic

<- Previous

Next ->

[als-basement]

woe wasteland au be upon ye

the dandy's world brainrot was so bad I put my oc in an au💔

CW: long post

all you need to know (mostly) about Panna

-certified girlfailure

-nervous wreck

-almost died on day 2

-sleep deprived artist

-crybaby

-kinda op but not really

-avoided making a mary sue by nerfing her to the ground

-oh the blot on her face? we'll talk about it eventually

demonstration of how her item works

about the being abysmal in close combat thing, I ain't kidding

the only toon she can beat in a fist fight is toodles

her physical strength is only as much as cosmo but at least he's got decent durability

like girl is cooked if she ever runs out of magic

that's what I meant when I say I nerfed her to the ground

she NEEDS to be group or else she'd just die (das exactly what happened)

really close with flutter and astro so ideally she can't be in a group with them cuz I'm mean like that:]

blake you've got competition

astro and panna's relationship is strictly platonic, almost sibling-like

maybe something something romantic implications with flutter but idk

oh and panna's a paintbrush if you haven't guessed by now

au by @fizzyboy

[astrobei]

prompt for @stonathanweek’s first stonathan sunday: “who protects you, though?”

“Dude,” Steve says. “This can’t be good for you.”

Jonathan peels his eyes open to register two separate things, at more or less the same time. One: Steve Harrington, standing over him with his arms crossed, hip popped, and one of his muddied white sneakers tapping disapprovingly on the ground in near-perfect time to the ticking of Jonathan’s wristwatch. Two: the fact that Jonathan has had to peel his eyes open at all, which can only mean one thing.

He fell asleep.

His stomach drops.

Not good, he thinks, because falling asleep means his reflexes are sluggish now, which means it takes him a few extra seconds to process what Steve is even saying. And this means that Steve has had enough time to notice that Jonathan has woken up, and manages to frown even more, getting in an additional “Dude,” before Jonathan manages to frown, blink, and rub his eyes. Not good, because sluggish reflexes defeat the point. Not good, because—

He reaches an arm out, skimming over the hay-covered ground, frantic, frantic, until his fingers close around his gun and he sighs in relief. Secondary sensations to take note of: the twinge in his neck as he rolls it out, the ache settling in between the knobs of his spine, inelastic tension coiling taut in his shoulders, and Steve’s laser-focused stare burning a hole right through Jonathan’s head.

“What?” he insists, trying to play it off, but it comes out hoarse, sleep-rough, and Steve was here before Jonathan opened his eyes at all, so it’s probably not even worth trying. Still, there’s a look in Steve’s eyes that Jonathan doesn’t love, soft in all the wrong ways, that immediately has his hackles raising. When Steve doesn’t say anything — just lets that weird look in his eyes get even more goopy around the edges — Jonathan sits up straighter against the barn door, frowns, and repeats himself. “What?”

He expects Steve to— well, he doesn’t really know what, actually. Steve’s been surprising him these last few months, which always makes him think about the thing Nancy had said when they’d gotten back to Hawkins — about how Steve changed, in the week he and Nancy had spent fighting monsters together in Jonathan’s absence. Enough for her to go on the defensive when Jonathan asked about him, anyway.

Jonathan doesn’t know about all that. He’s known men like Steve before Steve, and he’ll know men like Steve after him. But where he would have expected the Steve of two years ago to scoff, maybe, to roll his eyes and make some offhand comment about how like shit Jonathan looks right now, the Steve of today does none of those things.

Today-Steve holds his hands out, and gestures for the gun. “Give me that.”

“What?” Instinctively, Jonathan clutches it closer to his body. “No. Why?”

“Because,” Steve says, and then he’s kneeling to the floor, dirt and hay and God-knows-what caking up along his kneecaps, another streak of mud along the sides of those white tennis shoes. Jonathan braces himself for it — you look like shit, you’re gonna take someone out with that thing — but Steve just says, “It’s three in the morning. What the hell are you doing?”

“Keeping watch,” Jonathan says, blinking even more forcefully, as if this will clear away the rest of the disorientation lingering there, in the minute creases of his eyelids, the insides of his mouth, the cracks between his molars. It doesn’t do much to help; he finishes blinking and his eyes are on their way to closing again, stinging against the chill of the night breeze.

“Yeah, no shit,” Steve says, both louder than Jonathan expects him to, and — well, more blatantly than Jonathan expects him to. It startles him just enough to make him look over sideways, at where Steve’s silhouette is illuminated by the porch light they installed by the barn door. He’s not sure what he expects to find there, but it isn’t this: Steve’s eyes simultaneously wide with concern and brows furrowed in what seems like confusion. Jonathan opens his mouth to say something, maybe to defend himself, or say hey, man, what the fuck? when Steve seems to realize how it came off and winces before correcting course. “I mean,” he says, quieter now. “I know, you keep— I see you come out here every night, and you don’t come back in until everyone else is starting to wake up again.”

The hey, man, what the fuck? that had been forming on Jonathan’s mouth makes another attempt to make itself heard, but it’s late, he’s tired, there’s a comfortable breeze blowing through the clearing, and in the end, it comes out without any bite. “What?”

It’s Steve’s turn to blink now, long and slow, like he’s realizing that Jonathan’s not doing a very good job at processing what he’s saying. “Go to sleep,” Steve says slowly, over-enunciating now, like a little bit of sleep deprivation automatically means Jonathan’s fucking stupid now. “Seriously,” Steve says, intonation picking up again, falling back into a normal pitch and speed. “How long has it been since you got a good night’s rest?”

“Not that long,” Jonathan says, but it’s probably undercut somewhat by the yawn that sneaks out around it.

Steve makes a disapproving noise, low in his throat, like he didn’t even really mean to, and Jonathan feels himself exhale in response, exasperated and exhausted, two counts turning into three, into six, seven, eight.

He wants to tell Steve that it’s not his first rodeo. That he’s used to this, a routine that comes to him almost easier than breathing: sitting awake in the dark, heart racing and ears straight for the first indication of a noise of distress. Waiting for the sharp creaking of floorboards, a jolt in the bedsprings, a sudden pause in the snores that had previously been floating their way down the hall. The quiet tap of knuckles against his door, a pair of small hands shaking him awake. The thing about the weed, later, is that it helped him fall asleep, but it didn’t help him stay that way. Left him lurching awake at two, three in the morning, heart pounding and sweating through the sheets, waking up again a few hours later feeling like he hadn’t slept at all.

He knows Will doesn’t sleep much these days. He knows Will sleeps even worse when they’ve had a close call, when the threat of something creeping up on them in the night is marginally more real than it normally feels. Steve pulls his knees up towards his chest, like he has no intention of leaving anytime soon, and Jonathan grips the pistol harder in his hand. “It’s fine,” he says. “I have to— someone has to—”

Watch them, he thinks. Protect them. Jonathan’s learned to sleep light, tread light, dream light. Guard up and bearing down.

“Okay?” Steve says, like Jonathan is simultaneously stating the obvious and also missing the obvious, something bright and glaring, right in his face. He puts a hand out again, and Jonathan hesitates; Steve glances down at the gun, raises his eyebrows again, waggles his fingers, and just for a second, Jonathan gets it — the thing Nancy had seen in him, that change. Something vulnerable and open in his expression, the early morning hour, the hair that’s falling into his face instead of standing coiffed up around it. Jonathan hesitates, and Steve says, “Jonathan, I— you think I don’t know you come out here every day?”

Jonathan opens his mouth. Lets it close. No, he hadn’t known that. “It’s not,” he tries again, and then just, “no one else is keeping watch in there.”

It might be the exhaustion, or maybe the idea of Will or Mike or Robin or Nancy sitting up in their sleeping bags, awake, waiting for something to crawl out from the shadows and reach its long claws until the door, but his voice cracks there, wobbling on the precipice of the last syllable in a way that’s nothing short of mortifying.

“I know,” Steve says, too soft and quiet for the easy target Jonathan is making of himself, and then there’s a hand wrapping around his pistol, pulling it gently out of Jonathan’s grasp. “But, like— shit, dude— what about you? Who protects you?”

An unwelcome, panicked laugh bursts out of him, too sudden and too loud for the early morning silence, but Jonathan can’t help it. He’s seen Steve in action, the way Will’s friends follow him around like ducklings in a row. Him and Robin, bodies angled towards each other, tittering away in the corner. Years ago, the idea of Steve protecting anyone would have made Jonathan throw his head back in laughter. Now, his limbs feel heavy, and there’s something open and warm in Steve’s eyes, wide and brown and dark in the dim lighting of the barn’s lanterns, and Jonathan’s fingers are brushing the palm of Steve’s hand as he passes the gun over. He thinks about that stupid baseball bat, the nails he and Nancy had hammered into it, the sound of the wood splintering around the rusty metal, and blurts out, “Do you even know how to use that thing?”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up, like he’s surprised, like he wasn’t expecting Jonathan to take this so lightheartedly. “Do you?” he replies.

Jonathan shrugs. “Enough,” he says.

Steve’s lips tilt upwards. “Enough,” he echoes in response. He turns the gun over, holds it up. Squints into the distance and pretends to shoot.

Jonathan’s eyelids are drooping again, but he glances along the firm line of Steve’s hands, thumb and index finger lined up along the trigger, and is reminded of it again: Steve’s changed. How his hands used to be so fidgety, rapping against their front door, twirling that stupid bat back and forth. How they’re steady now. Jonathan heard about Max, heard Lucas and Dustin tell Mike and Will about that day at the cemetery, Steve’s arms around her after she fell twenty feet out of the sky.

Steve lowers the gun, bumps Jonathan’s shoulders with his. “We can stay out here,” he says. Wary, like he thinks Jonathan’s going to put up a fight, even after laying his weapon down. “If that helps.”

It does help. “Okay,” Jonathan says.

“Okay,” Steve parrots.

Sleep still doesn’t come easy. Jonathan has a sneaking suspicion that it never will, for him. But for the first time in months, Jonathan tips his head back against the splintered walls of the barn, weather-worn and chipped red paint, and lets himself try to get there.

[maielasworld]

Mercury and Writing

💭💭💭

It's impressive how many great writers have strong placements in Virgo/Gemini, whether it's a stellium or the Sun itself in Virgo. This is the case with Agatha Christie, Paulo Coelho, R.R. Martin, and Stephen King. Many also have Saturn in Virgo, such as Tolkien. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, author of The Little Prince, had Virgo rising. H.P. Lovecraft, a Leo, had both Saturn and Mercury in Virgo.

Machado de Assis had a strong Mercury in his chart, the ruler of Virgo, and also had Mars in the 2nd house in Virgo. Oscar Wilde had Virgo rising and Saturn in Gemini in the 10th house.

Clarice Lispector, a Sagittarius, had both Saturn and Jupiter in Virgo. Dante Alighieri was a Gemini, as was the poet Fernando Pessoa.

Franz Kafka had the Moon, Mercury, Saturn, and Venus in Gemini.

Virginia Woolf had Gemini rising.

Carlos Drummond de Andrade, a Scorpio poet with Scorpio rising, had Mars—the main ruler of his chart—in Virgo, in addition to many planets in the 12th house.

Virgo is a meticulous and efficient sign, and I believe it holds great potential for writing.

Gemini, also ruled by Mercury, has a talent for the world of ideas, being great communicators capable of drawing spectacular lines of reasoning.

Even among people I know, I’ve seen individuals with strong Virgo placements or an activated 3rd house in their charts, and I notice their inclination toward writing and communication.

Of course, this isn’t a rule for everyone, and many writers have planets in other signs and houses (I often see strong placements in water signs too). It’s simply an observation.

[lovesickshell]

"Oh my, I just signed into a new account in this app with this random phone. Since it was around few days without being touched, i decided to claim and it is mine now! I wonder what do i do here? Do i just talk with people out of nowhere? Perhaps making friends... Oh! Maybe find other people who i know in this app too! I'm so excited to start this journey here. 💕"

NOTE ;; (Updated.)

This is an AU Roleplay account. Feel free to interact with Shelly, or her other friends to acknowledge the situation more better. Dandy's world oc, Roleplay account or other AUs are allowed to interact.

This is an Alternative universe of Shelly having the Lovesick Effect. The Lovesick effect only affects people whom constantly feeling down, angry, ETC, and can be left Permanent sick if untreated properly or soon.

[ ^ old shelly's design, will remake it. ]

SITUATION

The ones who are Affected by this are; Shelly, Shrimpo, Razzle and Dazzle, Astro, Boxten, And Goob.

The dead toon is only Poppy due to past interactions had happened before.

INFORMATION

Dazzle is the first Toon/Mascot to get Lovesick in the first place, Lastly Astro to get Lovesick at the end.

Lovesick can spread throughout in physical contact, or in emotional. And can changes people minds constantly in place and mess with their brain causing them to act all Lovely-Dovey to the ones they are close with only.

Shrimpo's attention is all over Goob and Boxten, For multiple reasons, he had infected them both along the way which caused them to be sick.

Astro is still a quiet Toon/Mascot, But more likely happier than before. Dandy are avoiding him at some point to avoid being Affected by Lovesick which causing Astro constantly feeling a bit Heartbroken. Luckily, Shelly is always there to make him feel loved.

Dazzle cries often of being constantly Heartbroken. Razzle helps him calm down alot to avoid being constantly heartbroken when being ignored, Making Dazzle feel better afterwards. (No. They are not in love or whatsoever, They are more like Brothers to each other.)

Shelly REALLY loves to be around with Vee and Tisha. Even when Vee constantly push her away, She doesn't give up nonetheless. Tisha also keeps her distant to avoid being Affected, but sometimes talks to her to engage in conversation to let her know more about Shelly in the state.

CHART OF RELATIONSHIP

* Will not be updated on this one. Keep that in mind Goob and Boxten are newest ones.

Shrimpo/Astro ; They do not get along at all. No reason, But Astro have reasons that he cannot express.

Astro/Dazzle ; They get along pretty well! They talk alot and express their feelings, Constantly greeting in sight to maintain friendliness towards each other!

Dazzle/Shelly ; They get along pretty fine. But at some point whenever Shelly sees Dazzle in such a state she would think Dazzle is too naive to find someone loveable. While Dazzle seeing Shelly get constantly pushed away, He often thinks that she's being pushy to others. But nonetheless, They do get along pretty fine.

Shelly/Shrimpo ; Shrimpo does NOT like how Shelly is being a pushover while Shelly thinks that Shrimpo is overreacting. Only if Shrimpo didn't constantly judge her pushy behavior.

Shrimpo/Dazzle ; Shrimpo sometimes thinks Dazzle needs to behave and stop being too naive to give out love to people, yet feel bad and wonder why he always like this. For Dazzle, He sees Shrimpo always thinks about how he is naive, but Dazzle does not see that way and reassure Shrimpo that he is ok.

Astro/Shelly ; Astro thinks that Shelly is okay. And Shelly thinks Astro is cool!

Feel free to interact with Shelly! She is(n't) 'new' here in Tumblr afterall!

[goodfish-bowl]

Tossed Aside

Ectoberhaunt 2024 Day 2: Robot

Danny supposed he could understand. His parents (or were they creators now?) had barely paid any sort of attention to him in life, why should it be any different now? He had never really lived up to their legacy as the genius innovators of Amity Park. To them, he was average at best and lackluster on average. So, it didn’t matter to him if he was really Danny Fenton or not, not really, because they had thrown him away all the same. It hadn’t been permissible to do that to a child but to an android? It was just fine.

Ectoberhaunt 2024 Masterpost

DP Astro-Boy AU 1

Oh boy, this AU idea popped into my head seeing the prompt for this day, and 'prompt'ly (ha) took me by the throat. Now, I don't really know much about the whole Astroboy saga, but I remember really loving the 2009 movie. I have so much already written down for this and it has me foaming at the mouth bot from the headcanons and the angst I've built in here. I'd like to do more drabbles and art for this rather than write it out, so this should be interesting.

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Horoscope, magazine, Dell, February 1981

[astronomodome]

Listening to tango talk about his bourgeois indulgence gambling issue vegas trip like king I don’t think the leftist tumblr girlies are going to identify with this experience very much ah shit I just scratched my finger sewing