#Sailor Asteroids

[pixel--moon]

Asteroid Scout Planet Lip Rods ✨

💛 Ceres

🩵 Pallas

💚 Juno

❤️ Vesta

[tiffanymarsou]

I thought it's time to draw the Asteroid Senshi,since they will be Small Lady's guardians,they would also deserves proper Princess gowns.

Their dresses are inspired vaguely by their Amazon Quartet outfits and their necklaces with the bows are symbolizing the Inner Senshi.

Small Lady is wearing the iconic white empire column dress:33

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[im-still-a-robot]

The drift king and sailor asteroid

[lumastoybox]

My favorite ship dynamic silly girl x anxious/reserved girl (sometimes they both are autistic which is even better)

[grizzlyofthesea]

I saw one of these stories on the Sailor Moon subreddit yesterday and thought it was just a Chibi Moon joke, but I guess it's real.

Cool. :)

[nono-hana]

❄️Sailor Astraea ❄️stimboard

[darkspellmaster]

how do you think the sailor scouts would react if they saw kuramas darker moments like the sinning tree ( or his yoko kurama form)

Mina would probably think he's hot, while also being wary of him.

Makoto would want to know if Kurama was still in there or if their kind friend was gone.

Rei would tell him if he does anything to hurt anyone she would expell him.

Ami would probably want to gain more knowledge on how this works for yoko from a scientific perspective as well as a medical one.

Haruka would be watching him like a hawk.

Michiru would likely try to gain understanding of who he is vs. Normal Kurama.

Setsuna, being the adult she is, would mediate all discussions to ensure that no one is getting into a fight.

Hotaru and Chili Usa would both be really curious about him and ask lots of questions.

The asteroid sunshine would all be both flirting with him, curious, one would wanna see how strong her was, etc.

And Usagi would wanna be Friends and go out to get to know this side of her friend.

Hope thst makes sense.

[beatz-hc]

The Thang

[historyhermann]

Soaring Sky! Pretty Cure Spoiler-Filled Review

Soaring Sky! Pretty Cure is an original magical girl series directed by Koji Ogawa. It is produced by Toei Animation (which uses the “Izumi Todo” pen name for studio’s producers as series creator), a studio founded in January 1948. It’s known for over 240 anime, including Cutie Honey, Dragon Ball, Sailor Moon, Smile PreCure!, and Sailor Moon Crystal. Ryunosuke Kingetsu is the show’s head writer.…

[pixel--moon]

Asteroid Scout Pool Balls 🎱

💛 Ceres

🩵 Pallas

💚 Juno

❤️ Vesta

[littlestpersimmon]

Guy with cataracts and scarred from an explosion has a fail toymaking shop in front of a rundown temple and he has a crush on a disfigured lowly priestess whom he suspects is a stealth trans guy because she always picks the boy option when they play board games (he’s right btw)

He's from Kalantiaw, but his mom is diaspora, and I thought her to be half "Japanese" (coded) - still trying to figure out how japanese ethnicities come to play.

She was a sailor turned pirate. She didn't know the language spoken in Kalantiaw (more akin to Khmer), and she spoke a different language (more austronesian), and she named him Kahilingan, which means "wish". But in Kalantiaw, where she settled, his name means "curse" or "bad omen" 💀 it doesn't help that her life ended with the beginning of his. So.

Kahi spends much of his life chasing the image of his mom and trying to.... live up to her- because sailing is the most esteemed occupation in their world. Only very very very very very few people have managed to work on "dragonships".

Basically, their world is physically broken (like living on an asteroid belt) and they sail to and fro each sundering / country on specialized stone ships called "dragonships" / "bakunawa"- and the ships themselves are semi-alive? They're like.. Stone ships laminated with the spirits of devas and dragons and other great beings who have all died because of (redacted).

Anyway, his mom, Maaya, was a renowned sailor- she tamed a dragonship that was imbued with an infamously wild dragon called Duksa- Dragonships are Sponsored, but those who sponsor the ships are almost never in command, and they also easily lose ownership to their hired captains- because the ships themselves are sentient, and they never obey anyone who they deem are incapable of commanding them. Only Maaya could control Duksa hehe. So she became known throughout all their world as this wild woman who loved fast boats and only accepted voyage commissions "if they are very fun". Anyways blah blah blah she fell in love w Kahi's other parent (who is nonbinary) and she got pregnet with him. And they eventually settled in Kalantiaw, in it's countryside near the subterranean capital (Kamharik).

Kahi always annoyed his other parent abt his mom because he too wanted to meet Duksa, but his parent kept warning him not to go near the ship because after Maaya died, it went even more mad with grief. Kahi more of an engineer than a captain like his mom, but his goal was simply to acquaintance with Duksa rather than actually captain her. But Duksa did not accept anyone, not even anyone who was part of Maaya's original crew.. Kahi went to an apprenticeship on shipbuilding-

he became somewhat popular for being clever with his hands, and all around Kalantiaw, everyone thought of him as reliable and very creative when it came to problem solving. So he went from normal ships to fixing dragonships.. ..

The Greatest dragonships are ones that are imbued with the spirits of actual ancient dragons and qilin, bc some are imbued with "lesser" dragons or false dragons, and some are with non-dragon albeit great spirits- like minor gods, wind spirits, phoenix,naga, etc etc..

Duksa was a true and great dragon, and Kahi knew that she was suffering from severe neglect, so all he wanted was to patch her up-

Everyone, every single one of Kahi's peers discouraged him, bc it is known that anyone who even approaches her is immediately kilIed by her; but Kahi, he is different. When he approaches Duksa, she was a shadow of herself, a ghost ship- She senses Maaya, and she even thought that Kahi was her at first- so she lets Kahi patch her big crabclaw sails, fixed her boilers and really tried to replicate how she used to look when Maaya lived.. and Duksa didn't know it wasn't her, because her eyes were covered in barnacles.. The "eyes" of a dragonship is its lodestar, and Kahi was purposefully saving it for last because he is frightened of what Duksa could do to him;;

But before that, Duksa spoke to him, joked like "ah beauty, what happened to you?! Your voice sounds like you swallowed a frog.. are you ill? Why did you abandon me?" Fhjsjs

"Why are your hands so gentle now? I want you to be rough!! Stop this at once! I am not old!"

But when Kahi started scraping finally at the lodestar, and he opened Duksa's eyes to the world once more, she cried in great anger because who tf was this intruder! And why did he carry Maaya's spirit with him !!!

Her entire deck creaked so hard the floorboards broke again, and she swayed her whole body so Kahi nearly fell from the lodestar;; he tried to reason with her, and it sort of mirrors how his mom tamed Duksa. She barrelled in head on and confidently, but Kahi was meek and gentle.

Eitherway.. an angry dragonship is like highly radioactive, its like being in a storm in a contained environment, and she started puffing steam- it's like microdosing being in fukushima; And she called Kahi a fool, he'll never measure up to Maaya, he will never be her- aaaah, but she didn't kiIl him. Maybe because she knew he was Maaya's boy. She warned him never to return, and tossed him into the open shallows. So, he was absolutely brokenhearted. He was 19.

~intense lonely lovestory between him and a closeted trans guy raised by mean transphobic priestesses in a cult the antithesis of a loving and wise lesbian death goddess occurs.~

There she is.. her name is Viharana Magayarin

Names-

Maaya's name is spelled a certain way in kanji, I want it to mean "True"

Duksa's name is Tagalog, it means "grief"

Kahilingan's name is tagalog- and it means "wish". Inspired from.. in tagalog, "curse" is a contronym of sorts- "curse" and "promise" is the same word ("sumpa")

Kahi's trans boyfriend's name is Tala, and it means "star" 😌

[oshiokiyopod]

We've progressed a lot technologically, I guess. Not in much else, lol

it's the last day you can rb this

[starrysunbeam]

astrology observations 7 ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ᯓ★

siren edition

a siren, according to greek mythology, is “a creature half bird and half woman who lured sailors to destruction by the sweetness of her song”. sirene(1009) is the asteroid representing this creature in us. this is dark goddess energy, our way of deceptively seducing another. you may resonate with the persona of a siren if it has a heavy influence in your chart, particularly in the first house.

onto my observations!

•one of the first people i think of when i think of sirens is miss lana del rey. upon looking at her chart, yes, her sirene is in scorpio and the 12th house. i think the 12th house is a potent place for sirene to be, in alluring neptunian waters. and with scorpio, that sexual, otherworldly persona is a magnet for any man she could want!

•i have my sirene in taurus and the fourth house ~ and i’d say anyone with sirene in taurus/2nd house/cancer/4th house can be quite coy when it comes to their domestic life. they’ll make you feel at home with them and encroach on your space, enchanting you with pillow talks and dinners, and who knows, maybe they just want a free meal. or, maybe they long for a sense of security and comfort and know exactly how to get it from you.

•those with sirene in the 7th house may say no to a proposal, or back out of an engagement. it’s even possible for them to seduce a married man/woman into a relationship with them. champagne problems by taylor swift vibes🥂

•sirene in 3rd house🤝sexy jazz singer energy

•sirene square chiron natives will only be hurt by attempts to deceive men ~ they need to learn to heal their manipulative tendencies around lust and sex, and for many of them it stems from a wound of drawing in the wrong kind of person.

•sirene square uranus might literally freak someone out by encroaching on their energy.

•siren conjunct venus girlies, how does it feel to be the most mystically attractive specimens on this earth!??

that’s all for now guys. please let me know of any posts you’d like to see in the future!

[lumastoybox]

My favorite couple trope silly x anxious (sometimes they are both autistic which is even better.)

[starxanemone]

꩜ⴰ ࣪˖ MY ALL

oliver aiku x fem!reader — oneshot.

angst. just aiku yearning and begging and crying.

⸻ oliver doesn't think he can go on living life without you. he'd give you his all; just come back to him. please.

NOTE ⸻ pls listen to "my all" by mariah carey while reading this bc i was vibrating in my seat while writing this as i listen to her song.

THE PAST FOUR MONTHS had felt like a perturbing trance of him walking into the blazing fire of a melting candle light whilst knowing that it would burn him again and again. The faint presence of you in every single thing that surrounds him serves as the beguiling flame and he was but a mere insect trailing towards it, following its traces.

Oliver was reduced to a stupid, insanely smitten man. For a woman. For a woman who was much too far like a distant star and too out of his calloused hands to reach. He thinks he’s going insane when he can see you even in the tufts of clouds meandering across the midnight blue sky. 

Maybe it’s the alcohol rushing through his system, or maybe it really is just the fact that he can see your eyes, nose, lips, and cheeks through the ridges and curves of each drifting gray cloud. Every single thing in the world—to the rushing water across the shallow rivers to the stupid love song for his ringtone alarming every morning to signal the beginning of a new day—reminded him of you.

You who now belonged to someone else.

And, god, he would raise his arms up in surrender because god knows how much you hated being treated like some object. You would say something along the lines of “I don’t appreciate being reduced to a mere lifeless object for someone to obtain” with that smart and beautifully intelligent lips of yours and he’d love to smack his own dirty mouth for you. You would stare into his strangely colored eyes with your own captivating and unwavering ones and he would concede because that’s the only thing he seems to be capable of doing around you. He was a lost cause and he had turned a loser. 

No more charming Oliver Aiku that captivated every single girl within the vicinity with a single million-dollar smile; only stupidly-smitten, he’d-smack-his-own-dirty-sewer-mouth-for-you, Oliver Aiku now.

His pinkish eyes gaze up into the midnight sky and it’s blank and dazed. His head is spinning and he doesn’t know what to do. He places his palm on top of his sternum and feels the slow rise and fall of his own breathing reminding him that he was alive to experience all of these feelings.

How are you so cruel to have left him? Shattered in pieces with only memories of the past deeply emblazoned into each crevice of his mind. He can’t possibly go back when he has had the taste of you and when its memory remains palpable even to this day.

Shit, he’s doing it again. 

He sits up and ruffles his disheveled hair, heaving out a heavy sigh before closing his eyes tightly.

He’s decided. You have to come back to him. You have to.

He still has time.

The scent of you mixed with something foreign surrounds him when he stands across your apartment door. He doesn’t even bother to think when he jams his finger against the doorbell repeatedly, chest heaving in and out, and cheeks wet. His forearm presses against the top of the doorframe, stabilizing his balance. His wet hair sticks against his forehead and his teeth reaches out to bite his bottom lip hard.

You were there. Just right behind that door, and soon, you’ll—no—he’ll be in your arms once again.

The door opens and there you stand, face contorting from its previous pristine calmness, to surprise, and then to confusion.

He falls to his knees—the impact banging against the tiles—and gazes up at you like a sailor lost in the middle of a raging sea and enthralled by the beauty and wonder of a singing siren. You were otherworldly and he was a measly human being. 

He was an insignificant asteroid, but you were the entire galaxy.

“O-Oh, what— Oliver, what are you—” Your surprised words are cut off when he wraps his thick, muscular arms around your hips.

“Come back to me.” He whispers breathlessly, desperately. The back of his eyes sting when the scent of you overwhelms his senses, pushing him back into the reality of your existence. “I’ll give you my all; just come back to me. Please.”

He presses his temple against your navel, pulling you closer and you stumble into him with a yelp, your hands planting against his firm shoulders to balance yourself. He doesn’t wait for your response as a series of slurred words begin rolling out of his tongue carelessly.

“I can’t go on without you.” His chest shakes a little when tears wet his cheeks. “E-Every night I lay in bed in sleepless solitude and I’m drowned by the knowledge of your existence—your existence that lives so far out of my reach, but I can see everywhere and in everything around me. I can’t live with the thought of you being so far away from me.”

“Oliver, I—” You try to cut in, but he doesn’t let you. Hell, even now, he doesn’t realize how selfish he’s being.

“Please don’t leave and come back to me.”

The ring around your finger suddenly feels warm and you ball your hand into a fist. The fluorescent light reflects against the crystal planted in the center of the metal when you reach up to rub your forehead with a heavy sigh.

His heterochromatic eyes follow along with your movements like a magnet before it widens.

“[F-First Name]—” Oliver feels as if all the hair has been knocked out of its lungs and replaced by a bundle of sharp knives when he heaves out an exhale. 

“Darling? Is everything alright?”

Oliver’s heart plummets when he hears the voice of another man echo throughout the vicinity, and even more so what its familiarity knocks into him like a rude realization.

“Y-Yes, Julien, dear. I’m alright, it’s just…” You trail off, but Oliver doesn’t give a fuck about that right. His eyes gaze across into your door; the dim orange hues of your lamp coloring almost each area of the small space. Despair seeps into his veins and tightens around his muscles until it aches when he sees his old opponent, standing bare-footed, wearing nothing but sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

Julien’s brows furrow over until it sharpens in slowly brewing anger when he sees the way Oliver was holding onto you.

“Aiku?”