#the planet ceres

[the-planet-ceres]

am i beautiful?

⭒❃.✮:▹tw: anorexia + body dysmorphic disorder◃:✮.❃  

I stand on the scale and wait with immeasurable anxiety for the number. 80. 80 pounds. Finally I’ve reached my final goal. Finally I can wear the clothes I want. Finally I can start to upload photos to social media without being afraid of the comments. Finally I can be happy.

Finally I am happy.

I turn and look at my reflection in the mirror. When I smile, my face doesn’t look as round as before. I start to laugh for no reason. Now I am skinny. Now I can live.

I lift my hand to touch my cheekbones, which are much more pronounced. I can’t stop admiring every part of my new body, every curve, every plane, every angle. Everything looks perfect.

When I lower my hand, I realize something’s wrong. My cheekbones aren’t symmetrical anymore—the first one I touched has lifted, crushed by my fingers. On it are five indentations; I try to pull my skin to cover them, but I’ve already distorted my cheek so much that I can’t fix it.

I close my eyes and scream.

When I open them again, my skin is melting, dripping over my bones to form a puddle on the tiles. I try to pick it up and put it back, but it keeps falling, escaping from my fingers. Leaving me with nothing more than my fragile skeleton.

I stop screaming; there’s no longer a reason to be afraid. I’m more beautiful than before, so I’m satisfied.

When I wake up, I run my hands over every inch of my face and sigh with relief—although I’m not skinny, I still have skin that doesn’t move when I touch it.

[tiedsh0es]

feel it's time to dump some art. would it be better to post these seperately? probably. but thats never stopped me

[astrolovecosmos]

Sun in the 10th House has big energy

Moon in the 10th House gets their way

Mercury in the 10th House goes far

Venus in the 10th House usually marries well or at least dates with taste

Mars in the 10th House speaks up in the meeting

Jupiter in the 10th House ⭐ quality

Saturn in the 10th House is likely the boss

Uranus in the 10th House is raging against the system or rigging it for their favor

Neptune in the 10th House doesn't want to be perceived, unless they're on camera or a stage

Pluto in the 10th House will always make an impression

Ceres in the 10th House will always have a stranger talk to them in public at least once a day

Chiron in the 10th House is the friend, family member, coworker everyone goes to first for help or with news

Juno in the 10th House is part of or wants to be part of a power couple

Pallas or Vesta in the 10th House knew what they wanted to be when they grow up and DID THAT

[mochablogger]

Gang 🚨🗣️💥

[betta-phish]

photo dump 3 🚶

[maddzgt]

Dungeons and Dwarf Planets - The Movie

We seriously need a movie like this. Please, Alvaro 🙏

But I'm done with this now, yey!! While on vacation, I had some time to do a little artwork like this, hehe, so here we have the Dwarf Planets going against the Evil Moons xD

[6wnk0s4]

Can u draw the dwarf planets?

sure sure ! I've actually only drawn these guys a few times. 😓

Here is a doodle

[siyapara]

Can do the dwarf planets design in full view? (With the oficial clothes)

Yeah 😏😏😏

But beofer Sorry for ingnore you 😭😭 I wanna like this surprises lol

ALSO THEY ARE HUMANIZED DESING THE PLANETHUMANS DESING ARE LIKE THIS

PLUTO/PLUTÓN

And I explain my desing

He is peruvian for a joke, normally the Pluto desing have the funny hat which looks like Peruvian hat

He have vitiligo, I like this, THIS aesthetic for me

He is missing his right arm and part of his left forearm

Him use Prothesis arm in her left arm

It’s a just a stupid headcanon from my head

He is unlabeled, unlabeled is a person what they decide not to label her gender and sexuality

Make Make

He has vitiligo too, at first I see he white people BUT I have seen that apparently it is popular to do it with dark skin, so I wanted to combine those 2 ideas and I did it with vitiligo

He has polycoria + colombaeyes look it up google

He is a Bunny

He used the legs reinforced, him doesn’t walk good

The pins, The first pin is her symbol, the second pin is the asexual falg, the third pin is a Demi-boy flag and the fourth pin is a dwarf planet Make Make

CERES

My headcanon is that Ceres is a just poor children, her closest is a bag trash, he is autistic and blah, blah, blah

CHARON/CARONTE

She isn’t a Dwarf Planet But we are going to tell her

She is a ex-sailor for the Charon in the mythology is a the sailor you give him a coin and blah, blah, blah

for this she like a pirate

She is fat for the joke the Pluto callings her like “fat”

The tape is the queer gender flag

She has the miss eye, leg and hand

She has vitiligo too (I love vitiligo)

She has a wart on his nose and with hair 🫢

HAUMEA

He ate for stress

He is trans male for the old joke from tumblr

The rings now are a hat

They use crutches

THE FATTEST

he burned his face :(

he/they

ERIS (the princess)

My opinion her is a agender or demi-girl

and she doesn’t like her boobs and see like female, for this she took off her boobs

any/all BUT prefer She/her

She is a DISASTER a BIGGEST DISASTER

he is a demon 😈 😈😈

It uses her pijama and a sack on top

they have tatuaje

SUPER CHUBBY

PROTHESIS LEGS!!!

BONUS

TRITON

The children decorated her closet 😭😭😭

He uses prosthesis legs

He is unlabeled too

He has vitiligo too and he ashamed for this 🙁

He has Long hair and piercing :^

AHHH FINALLY FINISHED THEIR DESINGS!!!!

What opinions for my desing :D??? I LOVE THEM they are cutes :333

Your can eat my kids 🙂‍↕️

I go to sleep I Super Tired 😪

[epicdude1268]

Charon as Cerons Voice ( or a ghost voice idk )

lazy drawing (this would make a good pfp for me)

[blxkstar]

I made a Playlist for Pyloon's Saloon on Spotify! Please check it out!

[the-planet-ceres]

star student

The second I get home, I collapse into bed, wanting to take a nap but knowing I shouldn’t. I’ve already been slacking off enough; not surprisingly, consistently refusing to do your homework means that you’re going to fail. And nothing ruins your day like your AirPods running out of battery thirty minutes into class so you can’t not pay attention.

Speaking of—thinking of, I guess—I need to charge those.

As I stand and my stomach demands a snack, I slip into the kitchen on ghost feet (do ghosts have feet?), barely glancing at my brother as we brush shoulders. Jack doesn’t flinch at the contact, and when he leaves, I hear the unrestrained thumps of his steps and the snaps as he cracks his knuckles. He doesn’t shrink at his family’s gazes; he’s not the one born with a broken brain that can’t pay attention to anything for more than two seconds. He’s not the one who pretends to be unruly and bratty instead of burnt out with a side of occasional hallucinations.

Of course, nobody cares about that, because nobody knows about that. Besides, the voices in my head are probably just caused by exhaustion anyway; once I slept for three days straight and didn’t hear anything for a week after.

By the time I successfully guess the password to my dad’s computer—which is somehow harder than actually hacking the grading website to make it seem like I don’t have a column of donuts—the Rubik’s cube on the desk has made me shuffle it three different times. As I’m reaching to scramble the little squares again, I hear someone coming. Crap. Guess I’m not postponing the inevitable this time.

Shutting the computer, I dart out and head upstairs at what I hope is a normal pace.

Go back, a tiny voice tells me.

Shut up. I should’ve had more coffee today. I don’t need this right now.

Go back. Show them your computer skills. Redeem yourself.

Since when are you so eloquent?

It goes quiet, replaced by creepy funhouse music that makes me think of black carpet stitched with neon planets.

Determined to at least accomplish something today, I turn on my laptop in search of answers to a math worksheet that has more letters than numbers. The first thing to open is a search reading “cna i sumon a dmeon to raies my graeds,” a remnant of my typical three-in-the-morning frantic races to vomit every single thought in my brain into either Twitter or Google.

I click on a new tab and start copying a problem into the search bar, but I don’t get very far. The funhouse music has faded; now there’s a terrifying chant of Look at it. Look at it. Look at it.

Not going to not going to not going to, I force myself to think. Then: God, I need medicine for this. Maybe I should look that up instead of trying to figure out how big some imaginary circle is.

Of course, because the other entities living in my brain are more powerful than my self-restraint, I end up clicking the Did you mean? on the tab with the demon search and clicking on the first thing that pops up.

It’s some ad for a church asking if I need the light of Jesus.

A bit too late for that if you ask me.

I go back and find something giving instructions on how to make a pentagram out of string, and then it’s one in the morning and I haven’t moved except to sit at dinner and lie through my teeth about starting an online tutoring program. A week ago, I said I would, but then I got distracted by something or other and completely forgot. I’ve written reminders for myself in three different places in the past three seconds, but knowing me, I’ll forget in another two.

Pushing a towel against my door so less light will escape, I manage to set up a ring of candles without setting my carpet on fire. In the middle is some red yarn shaped into a lopsided star; I have zero artistic talent and can’t use a ruler to save my life.

This is ridiculous. If it weren’t for the fact that Jack is probably asleep already, I’d be laughing out loud right now. Of all the things that could be wasting my time right now, I have to pick this one. Well, not me, actually, but another of those voices, commanding me to do it in a tone so harsh my skin is covered in goosebumps.

I pick up a sheet I scrawled a bunch of unintelligible demon chants onto and hold it to a candle, but before I can start reading, all of the tiny flames go out and the temperature in the room drops a solid thirty-ish degrees.

Cursing under my breath, I scrabble for my lighter so I’ll be able to see the way to my bed—my patience for this ran out almost before I started, and I have to be awake in five hours anyway to make it to school on time. As if I actually do anything when I’m there.

Five flicks until the lighter works, and then the dot of fire whooshes out of existence again.

Huh. That’s weird. Shrugging, I stumble over the pile of books that I dumped out to look for a pencil and wave my limbs around like a confused zombie until I trip over the edge of my bed.

When I fall onto the covers, something warm and disturbingly like skin shifts away, and then what feels like a hand is being clapped over my mouth.

“Mmf!” I try to bite at the palm pressing into my lips, but its owner pushes my head back until I’m lying down. When I kick haphazardly, all my legs find is air; my arms flail and smack into something as hard as bone.

“Quiet,” hisses a raspy voice. It’s a bit like one of the ones that I hallucinate sometimes, with the same tone of authority that makes me obey its every command. “I do not want to be discovered. Where is light?”

The hand lifts, and I manage to let out a yelp before it slams back down.

“Scream and I will end you. Where is light?”

This time, I’m too paralyzed by terror to try yelling. “I can turn on the closet light. If we block the door, no one will see from outside.” Yes, being in a smaller space with whatever criminal has somehow made it into my room is a terrible idea, but I don’t want to risk my family coming and getting hurt too.

“Then come. Turn on . . . the closet light.”

The presence shifts to let me stand; as I get to my shaky feet, I grope for the lighter, but it’s gone.

“Over here,” I call softly as I lift the door so it won’t creak. “Go inside.”

A cold breeze washes over me as the intruder enters, making me shiver both from cold and fear. I take a deep breath, worrying that my stupidity might make it my last, then follow, kick a shirt against the door as I close it, and flick the light switch.

And freeze.

At least I have the sense not to scream.

The . . . thing . . . in front of me flashes his needle-sharp teeth, licking his lips with a pair of forked tongues. After a second, he notices my hand scrabbling for the doorknob behind me and his smile—if it can even be called that—morphs into a snarl that makes my legs turn to jelly. I drop my arm and try not to pay attention to the claws on his fingers, the feathery wings sucking all of the light into their blackness, the twisted black horns that could spear me in an instant.

He scratches at the shaggy brown hair they’re jutting out of, and out tumble what look like very tiny bones.

I can feel my face turning green.

“I think it is typical to look a stranger in the eyes when being introduced,” the demon rasps. But even though the intensity of his words makes me fear for my life, I can’t peel my eyes from the scabbed lines running over every exposed inch of his skin or the very threatening knife at his waist.

He could have slit my throat, and nobody would’ve known until morning.

“Girl?”

“Bree,” I mumble. “It’s Bree.” Grandma’s name or not, I refuse to go by Breeshey.

“Bree,” he echoes, pronouncing it more like Blee. “What is it the angels say? Fear not? Or have no fear?”

Enough time passes for it to be obvious that he wants a response, so I shrug and admit, “I don’t know.”

“Ah. Well, it is no matter. Look in my eyes.”

I shut my own, then force them to open and drift upwards past his horrifying mouth. To my surprise, the view isn’t that bad; pupils surrounded by two soft orange rings watch me with something bordering on curiosity. He smiles again, and their corners crinkle.

See? Not that bad.

Actually, scratch that—embedded in his cheeks just below the regular eyes is a pair of smaller blue ones. As I stare at them, they dilate, then twitch and shut.

“What . . . are you?” I ask, my words a shield that keeps him from taking a second step towards me.

“A demon, of course. What kind is unimportant.” His wings close a little as he shifts his balance and knocks a row of hangers off their rack. After a beat, he continues, “My name is,” then lets out a weird gargling noise.

I blink. “What?”

Sighing, he whips out a notepad and pen from who-knows-where and writes Aszksxymysthz. “That is the closest approximation in your tongue. But humans cannot make these sounds, so you may call me . . . Ash.”

“Ash,” I repeat. “So, uh . . . What are you doing here, Ash? Not here to murder me and string up my guts like Christmas decorations, I hope?”

Yeah, let’s give the literal demon ideas, a voice snaps in my brain.

“No. You summoned me for improved academic performance, so that is what I am here to provide.”

As he gets closer and lifts a hand to my face, I sidestep and frown. “So . . . you’re just going to help me? Because I wanted to?” That sounds like something a genie would do, not . . . you.

Ash tilts his head, showing pointy ears as his hair moves, and nods. “Partially, yes.”

Ah, there it is. “What’s the catch?”

“A small thing. Every night at midnight, you must pluck one feather from my wings.”

“Huh? Why? Wouldn’t that hurt you?” Why does it matter?

“I have greater motivations than self-preservation.”

My arms cross of their own volition. “And those are?”

“Unrelated to and thus irrelevant to you. Now, what is there to be done?”

“What do you mean, irrelevant? How do I know you’re not lying?”

His tiny blue eyes open wide, and he repeats more forcefully, “What is there to be done?”

My mouth goes dry, and I’m about to put more distance between us when I realize my back is against the wall. “Well, right now, sleeping. Then school in a few hours. Wait—how are you going to get in? I can’t just walk up with a random demon next to me.”

For a heart-stopping moment, Ash just watches me, and then he’s gone.

“Ash? Wh—”

“Like this,” his voice interrupts. Except—it’s coming out of my mouth. “Your mind is pliable, so I can enter and exit as I wish. Although there do seem to be quite a few vermin here.”

“Vermin?”

“Do you hear things in your head, perhaps?”

Oh. “Um . . . yeah.”

“I can remove them if you would like.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

Then he’s in front of me again, and the permanent undercurrent of whispering in my mind dies.

“Whoa,” I breathe. “Sick.” I’m free.

I’m free.

Ash smiles again, and this time, I don’t shrink from him. “Go sleep. I will find a way to occupy myself.”

As I reach for the knob, I suggest, “Maybe you could start by picking up all those shirts you threw on the floor.”

He grazes me with his wing, and I tense until I hear the lightness in his reply. “I will consider it.”

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 Midterms come around a few months later, and Ash passes me with flying colors. My teachers praise my sudden diligence as I not only finish things early, but get perfect scores. I no longer get angry at myself because I no longer lose focus every ten seconds. My friends seem more relaxed around me now that I’m not constantly asking for their help cheating (which I stopped doing a while ago anyway, when I stopped caring). Mom and Dad start treating me like the faultless second child again, hoping enough rewards will keep this from ending. Only Jack resents this change; he throws himself into his schoolwork even harder, brushing me off when I tell him he’s too smart to be wasting his time studying material he memorized the day it was given.

It stings a little, that me “bettering myself” has put up a wall between us, but I don’t think about it too much.

He’ll come around. He’ll see the good in this.

Even if, like everybody else, he has no idea how it’s happening.

Even if I’ve probably sold my soul or something without even knowing.

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 The morning after a shockingly successful school year ends, I wake up with a weird feeling in my stomach, like it’s being torn open from inside. Great. What a way to start the summer.

But when I stand up and sag under the weight of a back screaming with pain, complaints about food poisoning drain out of my mind.

“Ash? Are you in there?” I whisper. After Mom almost caught him, we agreed that he should possess me while I sleep; sometimes I end up with random aches, but never this bad.

Nobody answers.

“Ash?”

Still no one.

Under the bed, the box where I hide his feathers is empty.

Huh. I guess it makes sense, since I don’t have classes in summer, but a little warning would’ve been nice. I’ve become strangely attached to the demon.

Stretching with a slight wince, I go to the bathroom to shower the last bit of sleepiness away but stop short when I see my reflection.

The pale green of my eyes has darkened to orange, and beneath them is another, smaller pair with light blue irises. Sharp black horns spiral out of my head, and massive wings the same color have sprouted from my back. I bare my teeth; they’re thin and pointy, barely fitting in my mouth.

As I watch in horror, a bright red line runs down my forearm.

I’m about to shriek when the walls melt, giving way to an endless field of fire and hazy smoke set against a crimson sky.

“Ash?” I call again, more frantic. This has to have something to do with him. “What is this place?”

“Your Aszksxymysthz no longer resides here,” a bodiless voice booms. “I have dismissed him.”

“You . . .” Who are you? What are you?

“He mentioned that his motives did not relate to you. But I controlled them, and I have taken an interest in you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I get a glimpse of a vague black shape that I can’t categorize as any horror I’ve ever seen before.

My hands curl into fists. How could I have been so stupid? I should’ve known not to trust a literal demon. “Meaning?”

That horrifying silhouette comes back into my field of vision and states, “That now he is free, and you are as he was.”

Suddenly my skin burns with agony, and I scream so loud the heat of the air singes my throat until I can’t take it anymore and my brain cuts off my consciousness.

[asilyprson]

Can you make the dwarf planets?

heres makemake and ceres!!! theyre my two fav dwarf planets tehe

(repost because i guess it didnt post?)

[tiedsh0es]

feels familiar

[astrolovecosmos]

Sun in the 7th House.... seeing and loving the self in others.

Moon in the 7th House... merging emotional worlds with another.

Mercury in the 7th House… seeking a mental connection, someone who "see's" them.

Venus in the 7th House...fostering love, creating real bonds.

Mars in the 7th House....and the passionate pursuit.

Jupiter in the 7th House...growing through meaningful connections.

Saturn in the 7th House...giving their word, heart on a chain.

Uranus in the 7th House...embracing unconventional relationships and theirs and others' individuality.

Neptune in the 7th House...touching hearts and souls.

Pluto in the 7th House... needing depth, boiling over with powerful love.

Chiron in the 7th House... healing through relationships and confronting wounds around partnership and trust.

Juno in the 7th House... on the hunt for mutual love, support, loyalty

Ceres in the 7th House... falling for sob stories again, always caring for everyone but themselves.

[mochablogger]

Can make the dwarf planets as cats?

Very Doodles please!

Yasss yass YASSS <333 Best request evah!!!1! These idiots are so cute I love them sm 💕💕💕 I now. CATIFIED THEM (insert dramatic effect) 😼😼😼

Btw. ever since I batified Venus (DON'T BE MAD AT ME PLEASE-) I was thinking. huh. should I post a Solarballs Critter au I whipped up? Will you guys enjoy my designs,,? :3

Reblog if yes <3 /nf

[kiffyjessi]

And here we have it, The full Dwarf Planet crew + Charon (can't leave my girl out)

DWARF PLANETS

+ And of course the unhinged bug

I love them a lot (I don't think there's any character I don't like in solarballs)

All of them have their own charm and their own problems ^^

I still have the weekend off before college starts again so I might make some simple sketches...

- job meetings are so energy draining ah

- Being an adult is so hard sob* sob*