#astro hacks

[clarynewme]

How to Find Your Future Spouse’s Big 3 Using Your Moon Chart🦋🐇💜🌙

I think I’ve mentioned this personal technique before, but just in case, let me break it down again:

You can find your Future Spouse’s (FS) Big 3 (Rising/Moon/ Sun) by looking at your Moon Chart’s 7th lord and its sign + house placement.

Here’s how to do it:

Pull up your Moon chart (Chandra Lagna = treat your Moon sign as the Ascendant).

Find the 7th house from there.

Note the sign and the planet ruling that sign - that’s your 7th lord in the Moon Chart.

Look at the house and sign it’s placed in.

Example:

Moon in Leo → Aquarius is the 7th house

Aquarius is ruled by Saturn and let's say Saturn is in Aquarius in the 7th house.

That means your 7th lord is Saturn in Aquarius 7H.

Your FS may have Aquarius, Leo, Aries or Libra in their Big 3.

(I also count Aries or Libra because saturn is in 7th house which is ruled by libra and aries is opposite sign of libra)

NOTE:

The 7th lord from the Moon represents your emotional partner - someone your soul craves, who can make you happy😊.

Try it out and let me know if it resonates with your partners/exes or even people you know👌.

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Original method by @clarynewme. Please give credit if sharing - do not copy or claim as your own.

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[dandysworldhcs]

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- Halloween Hack anon

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[lunarianscripts]

Astrology: Mastered Lessons (Astrological Hack)

It's important to remember there are "Mastered Lessons" behind every correspondent in Astrology;

North Nodes and South Nodes are important to determine this, because it's a representation of the Past (South Node) we've already mastered that we're supposed to use for the Future/Present (North Node) that we're meant to reach, but similar to the Nodes, we are actually supposed to apply that principle to the entirety of the Zodiac Wheel.

For instance: People were never supposed to associate Worth (Taurus) to their Possessions or Finances (Taurus), it was always meant to be tied to who they are as a Person (Aries); People will always be inherently priceless, because there's nobody in the world that's exactly the same, so the greatest Asset (Taurus) that anyone could possibly have is Themselves (Aries). ⠀ Want to learn more about Astrology? Click here! Want to book a session with me? Click here!

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[astrologersnehalroy]

What is Gaumukhi Plot?

➡️According to Vastu Plots which are narrow in front and broad at back are called Gomukhi/ Cow faced Plots and are almost good for residential purposes. Gomukhi Plots are inauspicious for commercial purposes.

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[themagikmirror]

✨Square Square Biz Nov. 2023 - Written Summary

Although the assignment in November has been made amply clear through this collective reading and others (catch up on Retrograde Receipts & TikTok content). We still have two major forces competing for power in our lives before the month’s end : Scorpio & Aquarius. These forces represent real situations and conflicts happening right now. These zodiac signs represent what both sides of conflict bring to the table. Our job is to alchemize it in a way that benefits and aligns us with what’s best. Here's a written summary of the video content. Watch the video for more info. The 3 Squares of November 2023 present major challenges and road blocks that could stop us from reaching upgrades moving into 2024. We've made it too far to be defeated and miss The Open Road. Ending 2023 is an energetic battle. “Raising Your Vibration” is the assignment.

Ultimately, I believe Spirit wants us to choose the path of Freedom, without totally forgetting our bodies, boundaries and emotions. The question is : can we muster up blind faith to get us through tough spots, awkwardness and uncertainty?

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[clarynewme]

Short Astro Observations 🌌💫🧊

1. When Rahu-Ketu transits hit the same or opposite signs of your D9 Rahu-Ketu axis, expect fated shifts in your love life 👀💋. These can trigger soulmate/future spouse meetings or karmic reconnections.

2. Moon-Rahu conjunction in synastry can indicate heightened fertility 🤰 and a strong emotional-psychic bond 🥺. Rahu expands what it touches, and when it's the Moon (symbol of the mother), it can amplify nurturing instincts, reproductive urges😳 and even lead to "fated parents" vibes. This aspect often feels destined ✨, like you were meant to create something together.

3. Mars square Uranus individuals (tropical chart) can be restless, impulsive, defiant, and wildly unpredictable🔥⚡. They can be magnetic/unique, but emotionally volatile- prone to anger outbursts🧨 or detachment periods🍃. Relationships with them can feel like a rollercoaster 🎢, you never know what to expect.

4. If you're curious whether a man is ready to commit🔒 or get married💍, check his Saturn in the D9 (Navamsa) chart 🪐. Saturn shows maturity and karmic responsibility⏳. Now look at the transits of Saturn (especially), Jupiter, and Rahu to that Saturn.

But here’s a warning: if Ketu transits over his D9 Saturn (and he doesn’t already have that combo or Ketu energy natally), it can trigger emotional detachment, disillusionment, or even a breakup/divorce 🥲💔.

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.

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[airosuiren]

𝔈𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢: 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 ℌ𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔎𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔗𝔬

A/N: You know what’s better than revenge? Power they have to bow to. This sequel isn’t about getting even. It’s about standing so far above the ones who left you bleeding that they have to look up — and ask permission — just to survive. This isn’t a comeback. This is an empire. Built from everything they discarded. Ruled by the one they never thought would outgrow them. And this time? It’s your rules. Your game. Your throne. Let's rebuild Gotham — with [Y/N]'s foot on its throat. 🖤👑

Thank You @arislia for this Idea!

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 1, 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 2, 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 3, 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 4

Gotham rotted faster than anyone expected.

Crime evolved. Corporations hollowed the city out. Politicians sold off everything that wasn’t nailed down. It wasn’t Joker or Riddler or Two-Face that broke Gotham this time.

It was greed.

And for once, fists and gadgets weren’t enough.

They needed something else. Someone else.

They needed you.

They sent Dick first. Always the diplomat. He showed up to your office in Metropolis—sleek, fortified, guarded by systems he couldn't even begin to hack.

You let him sit.

You didn’t offer him coffee.

You didn’t offer him forgiveness.

"Gotham needs you," he said.

You didn't flinch. "Gotham never wanted me."

He swallowed. It looked painful.

"We were wrong," he said.

You leaned back in your chair, studying him like you would any desperate client. "Yes."

No anger. No bitterness. Just truth.

When he left, he promised Bruce would reach out.

You didn’t wait by the phone.

Bruce came two weeks later. No cowl. No cape. Just a man who looked older, heavier, carrying more regret than pride.

"I failed you," he said.

You said nothing.

There was nothing he could say that would rebuild what he broke. Some things aren’t healed. They’re replaced.

"Gotham will fall without you," he said.

You tapped your pen against your desk. "It already did."

He didn’t argue.

He only said, "Help us. Please."

And for a second, you saw it—the boy in the Manor who waited by doors that never opened. The ghost who stopped hoping.

You closed the file in front of you.

"Here are my terms."

You weren't offering charity.

You were offering dominion.

If Gotham wanted saving, it would be on your terms. Your systems. Your vision.

And they would have to kneel to it.

To you.

You weren't their forgotten child anymore.

You were the architect of their survival.

And this time, they'd never forget it.

A/N: They made you beg. They made you bleed. They made you a ghost. And you made yourself a god. They came asking for help — and they had to kneel for it. Not because you needed the validation. But because survival itself finally had your name written all over it. You weren't the child at the edge of the cave anymore. You weren’t the mistake they tried to forget. You were the architect of Gotham's future. The hand on the city's pulse. The memory they could never erase — because you became the only thing keeping them alive. And they would never, ever forget again.

—Your still-smirking, still-scorched, empire-crafting author 🖤🔥

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0. After Death

Eliott

It all began when I died.

One is often inclined to believe that death, in and of itself, is the end. I, speaking from personal experience, can confirm confidently that it most certainly is not.

Before we continue, you should know of a few things.

For one, my name is Elliott. Since this tale is mostly about me, you should have something to call me by.

Second, I am technically deceased. Quite unfortunate, really. Actually for that matter, it sucks.

Third, The story you are about to read is like a disjointed symphony. Made of shattered vials of ink spilling on tattered and torn pages lost in a world of imagination and darkness.

Fourth- Do not trust Cerati. Or perhaps do, I have no place to tell you not to.

I’ll tell you the story of my life. It is one made up of curious things- things often found unfathomable to even the ones holding the script that recounts the story of mine and this world.

A little info on how exactly I met my demise.

When I died, it wasn’t a climatic war-torn scene with gore on the ground and screams in the whirling chaos of battle.

It wasn’t an epic sacrifice, taking a blade for someone I loved.

I died in a damn hospital coughing up blood.

(A/N: this is a fucking page break.)

1. The Awakening

Elliott

Someone screams out a name. Voices whisper in my head. I cannot breathe. I am drowning in an endless abyss, the waters closing over my head.

Who am I?

Inky darkness invades my lungs. I struggle, trying to claw to the surface. The voices whisper more urgently, and I feel a relentless pounding in my head.

Who am I?

I must be dying.

I don’t want to die.

Who am I?

I kick and thrash and fight.

Until I feel something shift, and everything spirals, and I am unable to tell up from down. Something breaks, something opens.

And suddenly, I know it. It rushes to my mind; a reclaimed memory.

Elliott.

I sit up. I’m not drowning anymore; and sweet air rushes into my lungs.

Panting, I drink it in greedily. I rub at my eyes, vision blurry.

I’m sitting in a field. A field of flowers. Swarms of vivid colors everywhere I look. My vision clears, and names start to flood my mind. Daisies. Tulips. Poppies. Snapdragons. Marigolds. The plantlife in front of me is named, in a sudden whirl.

I look at my hands. Pale. Shaking. I curl my fingers into a fist, fingernails digging into my palm.

I’m alive.

“Eugh. Where…Am I?” I can hardly hear what must be my voice. My ears are ringing.

The sun beats down on me gently, warm and pleasant. I look up.

My eyes narrow. Something feels wrong.

The three suns in the sky hang high above me. I push down the feeling of wrongness in my gut and try to think.

Should there be three suns?

Nothing comes to mind except for my own name. It’s my name, Elliott. I hold onto it. I don’t want it to slip my mind, so I chant a mantra in my head.

Elliott. Eliott. Eliott.

My name.

I look around. The flowers sprawl for miles in every direction, the blue sky stretching on the horizon. It’s eerily silent, no sound but the feather-light breeze brushing past my ears.

I stand up. My arms and legs feel tingly and weak, and I nearly trip over my own feet.

Something in my throat tastes vile. Vertigo suddenly hits, and I fall. I cough, dry heaving as something tries to force itself from my throat.

I finally hack something out, and watch as blood drips from my mouth to the daisies below.

Ah. That probably isn't good. I wipe the blood from my mouth and grimace.

I push myself up, and when I don't feel as if I'm about to keel over on the spot, I start to walk. I don't know why, but I don't want to sit in the flowers and cough my blood and guts onto the ground. So I may as well do something, right?

I don't know where I'm going. I don't know if this strange field ever ends.

I try to recall something. Anything. Elliott. My name. But who am I? Where am I? Where did I come from, what happened?

What's going on?

Information slips through my mind, blurry and untouchable. Places without names and people without faces. When I think of the last thing I can recall after…waking up? I can only picture the blank whiteness of fluorescent lights and pale walls.

There are things I know. Cars, roads, people, animals. There's no date or time or location or anything defining I can find but my name.

There is no sense of being. Nothing.

I keep walking. The flowers come up to my knees, sometimes wrapping themselves around my ankles and making me stumble and fall.

I curse, the words leaving my lips easily. My voice is unfamiliar to my own ears. I nearly startle at the sound.

I look to the horizon. Perhaps if I walk far enough, I'll find something that will help me make sense of whatever is going on. I continue my walk.

Eventually, I find a stream. My throat is parched, so without really thinking, I drop to my knees and cup the water in my palms. It's clear, bright, and cold. I think somewhere in the back of my mind that I just have to hope that the water is safe to drink. The bed of the stream is white sand and small, multicolored rocks. No fish dance in the shallows, no bugs swarm the water.

This place feels similar to a dream. It feels too perfect. It's not familiar, nothing in my mind clicks with recognition except the names of some of the flowers.

When I'm done drinking, I look below me. A wavering reflection floats on top of the water, indistinct and blurry. I peer closer, making out maroon eyes, a pale face, and short brown hair, a mess of cowlicks and curls. Something on my cheek, dark and spiraling. I peer closer.

And promptly faceplant into the stream.

The swears that escape my mouth seem instinctual, the obscenities forming in my head and being spat out bitterly. I push myself up, soaked. I shake like a dog, and sigh.

I continue my wandering, wading through the stream and hoping that the suns will warm me before nightfall. The breeze seems to grow stronger, and I shiver as I walk resolutely into the distance.

At dusk, I see the blurry shape of mountains and trees in the distance. My muscles scream exhaustion, and my mind is no less fuzzy than it was earlier, but when I draw nearer, I can even see a line of smoke rising into the sky, dark against the oranges and reds and pinks and yellows of the setting suns.

Smoke means a fire. A fire means people. And, as my stomach decides to add, people means food.

I pause at my wording. People need food to survive, so they likely have it on hand.

I phrased my thought as if I was about to eat people. That's weird.

I wouldn't do that?

But then again, I don't know myself. Perhaps I was a cannibal and forgot about it.

I push away these thoughts, trying not to question why they now seem to come quickly into my mind, insistent and probing.

While there could be people at the source of the smoke, what's saying that they'll be friendly?

I should be more wary. I don't know who I am, where I am, or anything else. An age-old saying flits into my mind briefly, ‘Stranger Danger’ , the phrase that is used to warn children of those they meet in unsavory places.

My head pounds. Thinking too hard about what I half know makes vicious and sharp pangs stab into my head from all directions, killing my train of thought.

Whatever. Whatever.

I take a moment to breathe. If there are people at the source of the fire, maybe they can help me. I think I need help. I probably need help. Help sounds like a great idea.

Waking up alone in a field without your memory qualifies as needing help, right?

Something cracks under my foot. I startle, and jump back.

Dry. Old. Ancient.

I look down.

At my feet rest a broken ribcage, bones cracked and crumbling. The bones are pitch black, and soot rests around them. I catch my breath. Okay, creepy. But everything's okay.

At least, that's what I think.

Until the bones start to crackle and move on their own.

That definitely is not great.

Fucking screw that actually, what the fuck is going on-

I step further back. My heart pounds in my chest, and I can hear each desperate beat.

The bones crackle and twist as by some dark magic they start to connect to one another. Being pulled from the ground itself.

Crick. Crack. Crackle.

And the skeleton pulls itself up,flowers still entwined around its creaking joints. It stands, and I can't move. I am frozen in place, unable to even blink.

It turns to me. Its eyes are blank, empty, white. Blood and black sludge leaks from its bones, plopping gently against the flowers. I watch, transfixed.

It opens its mouth. It's jaw opens slowly, revealing white and gray crumbling teeth. The blood-sludge leaks from its mouth like a fountain, and I feel my stomach constrict.

It starts to shamble towards me, and I can finally move. My heart thunders in my ears, thump, thump, thump.

And it's like the temperature has dropped to zero, and I can't think. A shiver runs through my body, and it's as if the world has stopped turning.

Step back.

Watch as it takes a step in turn.

Step back.

It's getting too close.

I need to run.

Step back.

It's right there.

Step back.

I stand eye to eye with the creature, and I can see myself reflected all too clearly in the white emptiness. A blurry red figure with brightly gleaming maroon eyes. Shaking, trembling, scared. A small animal standing face to face with a deadly carnivore. It looks at me as if I’m its dinner for tonight. A cracked hand moves slowly closer.

I must run.

And I'm only just then gathering the feeling back into my legs to sprint away, when the creature lunges forward and swipes at me. I raise my arms to protect myself on instinct.

I shriek when I feel my skin being torn, the flesh being stripped from my wrist. I see blood fly through the air, and I finally decide to stop standing here , and run.

As I tear through the field, I can hear more things unearthing themselves from underneath the flowers. One breaks through the earth and latches on to my ankle, and I kick and stomp and struggle until I can tear my ankle from its grasp. I can feel blood trickle down my heel, and wince in pain and disgust.

And I run. I run as fast as I can, a breakneck sprint. My breath is too short, my lungs try desperately to drink in cool night air. I feel sweat trickle down my skin, and when thunder booms and lightning flashes across the sky, I feel the rain as well.

I manage to evade the creatures until I trip over something sticking out from the soil. It's another skeleton, crouched on the ground. It turns to me, neck rotating three hundred and sixty degrees. I want to throw up. I try to get up, but the mud is slick, and I take far too much time to even get my feet under me.

Run.

Run.

Run.

And I see more creatures close in from each side, mouths twisted into a leering grin, and I watch blood drip onto the ground. I watch them lurch forward, bones twisting and hoisting themselves together to move towards me. I stare at the blood as it pools at their feet. I can finally get a good look at them, and if it's possible, my fear only intensifies when I see the still desperately beating hearts skewered on their exposed ribs.

I suppose more of that will come from me in a moment. That isn't really cool.

The rain pours down. I'm standing, but I'm shivering, I'm cold, and I can't run anymore, my ankle erupting into furious, red hot pain. My wrist feels numb, but I check. And, yeah. That amount of blood probably isn't good for me. The wound seems to be scabbing over already, though. Is that good? Or bad?

I glare at the creatures.

“What do you want, eh?”

I bite out furiously. One of the creatures nearest to me tilts its head, and clicks its teeth together. I grit my teeth.

“Leave me alone! Get away, shoo, you stupid bone sacks!”

The creature must decide it's tired of hearing me yap, and I do sound pathetic anyway. Hmm, maybe I should be screaming. Such a thing would be reasonable in a situation such as this. Before I can decide on my next course of action, it jumps forward and tries to clamp its jaws down on my leg. I jump back, and I hear the clack of teeth behind me as well. I swear, and panic makes me tremble, and I can't maneuver myself away-

Bang.

The creatures turn. One looks dumbstruck, mouth opening and closing in confusion. Its head rests on the ground, while the body waves its arms around, trying to find the head.

Bang.

Bang bang bang.

I see bullets whistle through the air, taking down a creature at a time quickly and effectively. In mere seconds, each one searches for its own head.

I search for the source of the bullets. And there, a little ways off, a shadowy figure fights three of the still standing skeletons, kicking and twirling and dodging. I watch as the figure jumps up and flips through the air, landing smoothly on their feet as they swipe the feet of one of the creatures out from underneath it.

And then I'm looking up into harsh eyes, flickering between a beige yellow and hazel green.

I blink. The first thing that hits me is how severe they are, sharper than broken glass.

[dandysworldhcs]

https://www.tumblr.com/dandysworldhcs/773950154878468096/every-main-has-some-kind-of-magic-its-just-more?source=share

holy shit this is a great hc.

Heres my two cents on this take:

Hear me out, what if their power thingy correlated to the stat they had 5 stars in, as well as taking their ability into play.

Astro: He has his 5 star stealth, and ability gives out stamina. Im thinking his magic moreso acts like gifts in disguise. A la nova effect (where something bad turns out to lead to something good).

His magic gifts stamina, which may seem pretty worthless to the average toons, but can definitely help those who are low.

Shelly: She has a 5 star skill check + her ability gives out extraction speed. I do like the idea given of making other joyous, but what if.. Her magic is one of those abilities that seem useless, but truly warrants success.

She gives you a bit more energy to make it through the day, or maybe she grants you a bit more motivation to work on a project. Just that little bit that makes it count. Who knows, maybe it stacks!

Vee: She has 5 star extraction speed, plus her ability to scan every floor. Now hear me out here, what if Vee was magical in the way magic is considered the norm in fantastical worlds. She does warrant magic, but not in the way you think.

Think of how science is basically earth's magic. She's sort of like that, but in a technilogical way. She's all the new tech of the age, she can hack, she can scan her surroundings, she's way past her time.

Sprout: He has 5 star stamina, along with his ability to heal people. Easy exit to this; healing magic. I wanna find a way to explore more possibilities on it though.

His stamina helps with making more pastries, but he still has care and precision (Bringing in the anon who mentioned how cosmo + sprout have small skill checks because of how precise they are). All works together to aid him in his hospitality.

Now, Anon mentions plant magic which I do find quite fun. I know plants and herbs have been commonly used as medicines and such, so what if Sprout's plant magic grows primarily medicinal herbs? I think that'd be kinda funky.

holy FUCK thats a lot of yap.. uhh.. for ease of tagging purposes: all mains besides dandy + pebble are mentioned. umm... idk

This was an amazing read oh my god????

love the yap❤️

[g00seg1rl]

Background

A Modern AU Nessian drabbly yap based on a meme I can’t find anymore lol

Nesta had noticed Cass’s affinity for keeping YouTube on in the background while he ate. And by affinity, she generously means he ritualistically eats with some commentator or reactionary channel. A few months in he revealed how arduous it was to sit in relative silence on dates, hardly a flattering thing to hear. She’s always found it to be a bit of a con (again, being generous), until she discovered the life hack that was leaving a forty minute video essay low on her belly and watching Cassian feast.

The method came to her as she came on Cassian’s tongue for the third time while the noise persisted from Cass eating his Dino Nuggies at dinner. He nearly pulled away because the run time completed so she chose another and rested his phone above her pelvis, whatever Reddit review now in Cass’s eyesight and keeping him lost and focused on lapping against her clit. Ever since that fateful day, Nesta or Cassian’s cell would frequently end up on her bare stomach, goading Cass with spread legs and long scripts.

Thank you for reading, I hope we all agree Cassian would like dinasour nuggets! And thank you @the-darkestminds for the head pats to post because why is posting short things scary, finally sympathizing with men who send microdick pics 😭😫 love u mami 😘

Thank you @kgymz for the divider! 💗

It’s not azris which means idk who to tag and so my friends are once again my victims, @astro-h0e-4azris @nus4y @jules-writes-stories @iftheshoef1tz @mistandmemories @pippsmcgee @makinglongwordsslutty @fingerpoppingood @fourteentrout @mudandmire @queercontrarian Luh u pookies 💗 I don’t think I’ll be writing more nessian but lmk if you’d like me to/would want to be tagged if I did 💗

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