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[theriseofthebravetangleddragons]

The Big Four’s Zodiac Sign+ My Headcanons

OKay so y'all have no idea who I am- because I made this account 2 years ago lol But, I work with like, astrology,, for purposes,,, IRL. Anyways, this boils down to ''I am familiar with astrology and here are my best guesses for our beloved blorbo group xoxo'

The dates are as official as they go, I'm using their fandom wikis or their creator's hints for the dates! AND I'm including their moon and rising signs for the heck of it. But all in all, this is just my headcanons, so like do what ye will of this—

Plus some alternative sign vibes

Rapunzel - Taurus (May 12) ♋+♌

Her character traits are spirited, smart, clever, kind, playful, and adventurous.

Tauruses are known to be Loyal, Hardworking and Generous. Traits that Rapunzel represents quite well. You might recognize her a little less in negative traits: Jealous, Materialistic and Selfish; However this is where our second sign comes in... I believe Rapunzel's moon sign would be Cancer: Making her negative and emotional traits go moreside along the lines of Pessimistic, Aggressive, Possessive. As far as first impressions go, you might mistake her for a Leo! She stays loyal to herself and comes off as a true romantic, her confidence is natural. Other signs that represent her: Aquarius & Pisces

Jack Frost - Sagittarius (November 22) ♏+♈

His character traits are fun-loving, lighthearted, high-spirited, rebellious, wise-cracking, and mischievous trickster.

Jack was confirmed by his creator to be a Sagittarius over Twitter some years ago. His main traits are Friendly, Optimistic and Reckless, he can also be immature or boastful. However, you'll find that his ambitious and sometimes Intense as well. I favour his moon would be Scorpio, a secretive and compulsive sign under it all. And the rising? Up to no surprise, Aries is the symbol of all hot-headed characters, even under his cool temper, Jack is Dynamic, warm and independent. All in all, the goof guy and local cool kid jack is a mix of water and fire signs, man really has got a sauna for a personality lol

Jack gets no other signs of choice cuz Sag is just perfect for him, it would make him likely a December baby so like rebirth or whatever I like the concept

Merida - Aquarius (February 12) ♈+♐

Her character traits are bold, brave, daring, courageous, stubborn, rebellious, and headstrong.

Logical, Social, and Rebellious: Those are the three main traits that encapsulate Merida. As an Aquarius, innovation is no news to her. She's the reason things change around her. Her moon is in Aries, along her fiery hair, she's got fiery spirits, so you might find her brash, impulsive or impatient. Under that though... there's more fire. At first glance, you might take her for a Sagittarius. Honest and friendly, and characteristically non-judgemnetal.p

Mer could also be Taurus or a Capricorn if you look at it in a very perched up angle?

Hiccup - Pisces (February 29) ♓️+♑️

His character traits are witty, sarcastic, well-spoken but shy, reserved, smart, kind, progressive, compassionate, empathy.

Hiccup's traits have evolved over the years (and movies) but to the core, Hiccup is a kind person who resonates real well with the sign of Pisces, a sign that represents the compassion, emotional presence and empathy of his personality. On other levels, we find more serious details in his character, those brought likely from a Capricorn moon. The sarcasm, pessimism and whatnot comes from that emotional inner moon. Oh finally, his rising sign is absolutely Virgo.

I think we can pin him down as Virgo or Taurus if not in Pisces, but that’s just me

Ngl imo the only one with a possible different sign is Raps but the others are pretty solid if I say so myself!

[solargeist]

i like when people draw grian being the only one awake in the void after s8

i also like the idea that while travelling through the Void he sees an ancient Watcher for the first time, they're giant grotesque birds covered in eyes and too many wings

bonus he can feel it looking at him

[astrobei]

in my heart of hearts mike wheeler is absolutely an athena kid but i also have to offer up a concept that i think has extreme comedic and dramatic potential aka: repressed gay teenager mike showing up at camp half blood unsure of who his godly parent is and feeling insecure about not having powers and one day when he’s making not-so-secret heart eyes at his best friend and son of apollo will byers is when a bunch of glowing floating hearts show up above his head. and that’s how mike gets claimed by none other than aphrodite, the goddess of love and sexuality, and is in full denial about it for three days because he thinks it’s some kind of sick and twisted JOKE

(on aphrodite’s end, she’s upset mike is throwing away the gift of true love and keeps trying to trick him out of repression by making more and more improbable and hilarious gifts appear when he and will are hanging out. mike hands will a book and it turns into a box of chocolates and he has to fling it away like a frisbee before will sees it. they’re having lunch and romantic music starts playing. she gives mike the same blessing she used to claim piper and will can’t even look in his direction for a full day because he starts blushing so hard. fifty bouquets of flowers show up at the apollo cabin’s doorstep with a note that says love, mike and by the end of it, mike isn’t even repressed and unsure about his sexuality anymore — he’s just trying to not throw himself into the bonfire out of sheer embarrassment)

[astronomodome]

One reason I want Skizz on hermitcraft that I haven’t seen anybody talk about yet is his capacity as a contributor to and author of storylines. Like we all need to recognize the skill this guy has in making a compelling character and making story arcs around that. The latest imp n skizz has really solidified this in my mind. C!Skizz is a great character in the life series for a reason and that’s because cc Skizz is honestly pretty good at storytelling, let him onto the silly storyline server and I bet you’ll like the results (for many reasons including this one)

[angstyastro]

Was wondering how my Shepard would look like with the default femshep hairstyle vs the one I draw her with usually and let me tell you…I just somehow created a whole other Shepard doing that 💀

[astronomical-bagel]

love how both Grian and mumbo were both staring at each other during that little intro section part. they're so weird abt eachother fr

[astrowaffles]

Can I ask why people are so anti-hua cheng? (I've met quite a few of them lately)

this is a fascinating question - I haven't come across anyone directly who's anti-hua cheng! My best guess is that people think Hua Cheng is a disgrace to Xie Lian. What I mean by that, is that people think of Xie Lian is a pure pretty princess who lives in Heaven, with impeccable morals and a clean track record, fighting The Good Fight for his people. Meanwhile, Hua Cheng is a gutter rat - a murderer, demon, war criminal, obsessed with Xie Lian. These people think that Hua Cheng drags Xie Lian down from his high seat and pulls him into the dirty world he's spent most of his violent life in. Basically, Hua Cheng is completely problematic and Xie Lian is perfect, and therefore why is Hua Cheng even there??

Of course they don't understand the characters at all. I'm assuming you know Xie Lian's history, for instance; it's also extremely important to remember that XL is not a fragile flower queen, he's the STRONGEST MARTIAL GOD and he made a choice to marry the Ghost King. Who are we to argue?

[crispy7326]

IDK I FEEL LIKE HE’D HAVE A MORE SOUTHERN ACCENT IDK WHY..? BUT OBVIOUSLY A LOT MORE SOFTER THAN THIS FOR THOSE WHO CAN IMAGINE IT

For: @astrocalypse

[hc-werner]

The Dialectical Humanism of Big-Ass Robots: An Intro

“There’s a deep, earnest seriousness to most mecha shows (especially within the “real robot” subgenre) that implores the audience to grapple with intricate ideas and themes drawn from philosophers like Aristotle, Nietzche, and Rousseau, oftentimes complete with allegorical mouthpieces for competing ideologies.”

My high school students always lose their shit when I tell them that I, Coach Werner, also watch anime. I kinda feel bad about it. By now, I know I’ll see the excitement die from their eyes little by little as they pepper me with questions, searching for a connection with show after show after show. 

“Coach, have you seen Jojo?”

“Nope.”

“What about DBZ or Naruto?”

“Not since before you were born.”

“Attack on Titan? Utena? Tokyo Ghoul?”

“Not yet, though they’re on my list.”

“The fuck Coach? I thought you said you watch anime!”

When I tell them I mostly watch mecha, they get confused. After I explain that mecha are the ones with jumbo-sized robots, they groan. I’ve even had one kid say that didn’t count. As a general rule, I try to not let the opinions of 15 year olds hurt my feelings; I only docked his grade a couple points. 

Whatever my students may think, oversized anthropomorphized robots have fascinated me since I was a kid. Over the years, as I’ve revisited shows from my youth and found new mechanized, cel shaded rabbit holes to tumble down, I’ve tried to figure out what exactly was so appealing about the genre. There’s definitely a bit of wish fulfillment, a sorta kaiju-sized power fantasy, sure, but that’s not all of it. Same with intricate sci-fi world building, and of course the thrill of pew-pew dogfights and beam saber duels. But none of those alone seemed to account for the whole thing. They’re all fun set dressing, definitely worth a watch on their own but not enough, I don’t think, to capture my imagination for nearly a quarter of a century.

This series, The Dialectical Humanism of Big-Ass Robots, started off as a rambling, borderline incoherent and definitely substance enhanced diatribe that tried to explain how excited I was for the first episodes of Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury. It feels right, though, both the name and the bigger through line.

There’s a deep, earnest seriousness to most mecha shows (especially within the “real robot” subgenre) that implores the audience to grapple with intricate ideas and themes drawn from philosophers like Aristotle, Nietzche, and Rousseau, oftentimes complete with allegorical mouthpieces for competing ideologies. There’s also the slightly goofy and always physics-defying “rule of cool” concepts of the robots themselves–I mean, who doesn’t want to see a boom cannon with angel wings, or a crucified rage monster, or transforming karaoke jets?–that can easily be laughed off as a kid’s cartoon. Any foolhardy (read: hubristic and dumbasstic) attempt to try to find unifying threads within such a wide and varied genre has to address both of those tendencies. Here, friend, you will find one such foolhardy attempt. 

Mecha anime, more than any other subgenre, has a fundamental tension summarized by two infuriatingly simultaneous, contradictory truths:

Anthropomorphized mechs bring out the best in humanity, allowing us to overcome our flaws and leap forward into a better future.

Anthropomorphized mechs feed into the worst traits of humanity, allowing us to destroy ourselves in new and technologically advanced ways.

Those two overwhelmingly common truths, when taken together, can be summarized in fancy philosophy jargon with just two words: dialectical humanism.

Dialectics is a concept pioneered (in the West, at least) by Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel during the late 18th and early 19th century. There’s literally a whole field of study called “Hegelian Dialectics” that we’ll touch on from time to time, but the main thing to know is that two mutually exclusive and contradictory ideas are often both true at the same time. 

Humanism has a long, fraught history, but the most common Western interpretations stem from Enlightenment-era ideals. Essentially, humanism boils down to the belief that humankind can progress beyond its animalistic nature through a combination of empathy and rational thinking. Again, we’ll be touching on a whole slew of humanist thinkers throughout this series.

So that’s The Dialectical Humanism of Big-Ass Robots. I feel like mecha shows–from Astro Boy to Zeta Gundam, and almost everything in between–play with this dialectic, where the mechs themselves represent humanity’s ultimate destruction and ultimate salvation simultaneously. Sometimes we struggle to survive, sometimes we overcome and thrive, and sometimes we find ourselves transformed into an ocean of pink goo.

In this series, we’ll look at:

Magical Newtype Bullshit and radical empathy

Depression, memory, and trauma, and why Shinji can’t just get in the fucking robot

The power of music (and love, hope, and propaganda) in a transforming space city

And much, much more.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go watch a Tanuki pilot a Gundam.

[benkeibear]

Requests are OPEN again!!

(Preferably tr/jjk/negai no astro)

[ink--theory]

HEY I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT YOUR AGENT 32 OCS WHERE YOU SAID IN THE NOTES YOUD ONLY ELABORATE IF PEOPLE ASK SO HERE I AM!!! THEY LOOK SO EPIC SWAG I WANNA KNOW ABOUT EM!!!!

oh hello! happy to see someone interested in these 2 ^^

like I said b4 I have whole ass google docs about these 2 in particular, one of which i'll share here!

now most of this info could change in the future if I ever decide to flesh them out more and stuff but that should be the gist of it :]

[astrobei]

on june 11th 1993, mike wheeler drags his vaguely amused (and highly endeared) boyfriend will byers to the movie theater, shells out for the largest size popcorn they have available, and gets 2 premium, middle-row seats to watch steven spielberg’s jurassic park

(he’s been vibrating with anticipation ever since the first trailer came out. he makes will go see it with him another five times before it leaves theaters.)

[astronomical-bagel]

i love how the only thing that pulls Grian from fishing is murder

[astorinx]

Jack of Some Trades... Master of Some

[kangjaehee]

may.

alright bitches and bros lets fucking go. mystictober day 1 - favorite character.

title: may.

character(s): jaehee kang

rating: general

word count: 1848

tags: angst, grief, guilt, parental death tw, character study, inspired by she used to be mine from the waitress musical.

Jaehee set her espresso down on the table, opened her work planner, clicked her pen out. The time of the month had come once again where she looked at her life for the next month, the ever-changing, ever-approaching deadlines, the projects and trips and cancellations and meetings, and put them all in a neat, visually recognizable square calendar, and then in dedicated pages on a daily planner.

She also pulled out her tabs, which she used for a color-coordinated task system: purple for personal appointments, blue for company affairs, red for Mr. Han’s personal affairs, and yellow for events, of which there were few. There also used to be orange, for RFA matters, but that color went unused ever since Rika’s sudden leave. 

Her planning system was complex and meticulous, something she’d developed and perfected over the years, and that she was quite proud of. She attributed whatever sanity she had to it; it was the reason why she wasn’t overwhelmed to the point of dysfunction by the quick pace of her environment. 

She wanted to laugh. When she’d first started as Han Jumin’s assistant, knowing what that entailed, she was worried she would not be able to live up to it. Yes, she was a top student of a top five university, an early graduate of their business school, and some even named her a prodigy– but this was Han Jumin of C&R. 

In the end, of course, she managed to do it, managed to pull through, like she always did. Her time management was still not flawless– she still barely had time for healthy, substantial meals, exercise, journaling, and other self-care activities that were necessary for both her physical and mental well-being– but it worked for her priority, which was her job. At least that always got done perfectly on time. And she was immensely glad for it. 

Taking out a few highlighters, and opening her monthly planner (which was ZEN themed, of course, a collection of his greatest postcards from musicals and modeling shoots, each pic more majestic than the last; not very professional but it provided a necessary boost of serotonin), she got to work to get this next month sorted out. 

May. Hell Note month– she should rewatch that when she has the time. The tail-end of spring, where the mid-year review had to begin its preparation to be presented in the first two weeks of June. There were a couple of office birthdays for which she had to buy gifts, a trip Mr. Han had to take to Italy, and another one to Houston. 

May. It’s crazy how the year has flown by so fast. The winter was slow. Mr. Han’s ridiculous cat clothing line project had made her suffer for two weeks before being canceled abruptly once he changed his mind, some sort of grace of the heavens blessing her for once. Rika’s death anniversary came and went with a quiet chatroom. And then Zen’s new show came out, and then it was spring, and then they were here. That had been quick. She hoped the rest of the year would be the same, or at least not too heavy… not like last year, with the meerkat thing… Oh God, she was going to be 25 this year. She decided not to think about that. 

May was also a month she was never exactly looking forward to. It was the month of her mother’s birthday and her father’s death. However much she tried, she couldn’t help but feel a little sad every time May rolled around. 

She usually kept busy enough to distract herself, with school finals and internship paperwork, trying to not get distracted by her resurfacing grief, which was a weak spot. She could not afford the paralyzing, stifling sadness– not then, not now, not ever. She’d put it on a little chest when she was seventeen and top of her class, to keep it out of the way. But this time… it looked like it was going to be difficult.

Both dates fell on weekends. Which Saturdays weren’t exactly a day off for her– she still had to show up to the office for half the hours, but almost always wound up staying full time or more if there wasn’t another activity. Sundays, though, were completely blank. She didn’t come to the office unless it was an extreme situation, preferring to reset in whatever way she could, or get started on new projects. She wouldn’t have anything to distract her from the memory of her mother, or at least it wouldn’t be the same as being there, in the middle of activity. No amount of paperwork or emails or even musicals would be enough for her to hide. 

She sighs. She knows she shouldn’t do this. She raced against her feelings and lost bitterly every time, crying at her desk late at night not knowing what to do. She always pushed through though, got over it and stood up and kept going, just like her mother had taught her to do. And she would this time too. She’d find something to cope with, find some way to let this near paralyzing grief not sedate her. She couldn’t afford that. 

Briefly she sat back and wondered what her parents would think if they saw her now. Not allowing herself to feel or to even breathe lest she let her guard down. Would they even recognize her now, buried in paperwork, short hair and glasses and all? What would they think if they saw her like this, living day by day, living for the little things, focusing on what’s right in front of her to distract herself from the fact that there’s really nothing much beyond that? Would they look at her and recognize the girl they knew?

No, she realizes with a pang to her chest. They wouldn’t. The woman she was now was barely a shadow of the girl her mother knew, and only embers remained of the girl her father knew. 

(She’s not too sure she remembers her well either, beyond the calm happiness she felt. It’s been twenty years).

Hell, she’s not sure she would even recognize herself. It’s been a lifetime since she was thirteen. Back then she was ambitious, driven towards great goals that she now can’t remember, oh my God she can’t remember. And now, she still has that same energy, that same capacity to endure, but it’s being applied towards simply keeping herself alive, and it’s a tragedy. It feels a little bit like a tragedy. 

That girl, bright-eyed, whip-smart, and intrepid, is not here anymore. The girl that stares back in the mirror is burnt out, dissatisfied, and so very afraid. 

Perhaps her mother wasn’t the only one who died in that car crash that fateful day. Whoever she used to be died too. 

And it’s not an easy truth to recognize, nor something that fills her with pride. She’s angry, actually, it’s that kind of anger that claws at your stomach and makes it bleed, because this is not who her mother taught her to be. She didn’t raise Jaehee to give herself away like this. Jaehee never would’ve imagined herself giving herself away like this. But circumstances change for the worse.

And it’s true, she’s never been attention’s sweet center, never felt like the protagonist of her own life, always like a neglected side character trying with all her might to be noticed and make do. The world never had a place for people like her. She’s had to assimilate, fight for her own. And with that, came sacrifice. But, even then, she still remembers that girl, with her bright eyes, sharp wit, and kind smile.

Imperfect, but hardworking. When something didn’t work out the first time, she tried again, turning her poisonous frustration into deadly retaliation. A polar opposite to now, where she can’t afford to fall back. She was hard on herself– always has been, that’s perhaps the only constant of her entire existence, always feeling like she didn’t measure up, that she’d be knocked down and sent reeling if she didn’t sit safely at the top or near it, and never, ever allowing herself to be dragged down by her feelings. No, she had to be strong, for her mother. For herself. 

(She was filled with so much fear, and so much guilt. For being so goddamn needy, so sad, so not the strong girl her mom needed her to be. She always felt so stupid for wanting love she knew she wouldn’t be able to get. And then, when she was on her own, sucked it up, because she knew no one would be able to give it.)

She never asked for help; no. Even when she needed it most, she’d figure it out on her own. She still does, although sometimes she wishes so badly to tear down her walls, reach her hand out of this wild ocean for anyone who sees it to grab it. Say hey, I am lost and don’t know for how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling into an abyss I won’t be able to come out of. I am mourning my old self more than I’ve mourned anyone. (I think I haven’t felt safe enough to be vulnerable in fifteen years.)

Because, all in all, she was a mess of contradictions: messy in the way teenagers are, yet kind; ambitious yet bad at planning-, guilty yet selfish, lonesome yet craving connection however much she denied it. All of that, mixed up and baked into a beautiful, unique cake. And now, she was just someone who had grown into a tall child, unable to recognize herself past what others needed her to be. 

There was a time when she belonged to herself. That time was gone. Mom, I am sorry, I would’ve let you down, you’d never let me go this far, but I had no choice. I had no choice. I hope you can forgive me. 

She’d do anything to get herself back… if she could, if it wouldn’t kill her to do so. If she had the chance, how she’d go back and change the ending, not let that girl die and her dreams be lost, not let her become this, whatever it was. Because now, there was nothing else to be done. 

Silently, she prayed, and she apologized. To her mother, to her father, to herself. She prayed for a light, perhaps, something to reignite that fire in her eyes that used to belong to her.

She looked at the mint highlighter on her left, didn’t take her eyes off it, and focused all her concentration on not crying. 

Oh my God, she was not about to cry over some silly, random, utterly uncalled for bout of sadness. She could not afford to waste this much time sulking in her feelings. There was a month to plan. Get it the fuck together, Jaehee.

So she chugged her coffee, swallowing her burdens deep inside her stomach, and picked up her pen. 

[astrito]

bu *lo asusta*