I decided to make this so it's an ~actual~ post and it might make it easier for you to understand your chart. Before I start listing placements I want to make clear that our dominant sign and planet has a strong influence no matter what. As well as the 1st house, Sun and Moon; as they all have an affect on our looks in an overall way - especially Sun. It is also important to remember that astrology and rulership isn't something that is stilted or 100% clearly defined, it all works together and flows together - like how Leo rules the heart but Aquarius rules the circulatory system (therefore veins). Another important thing to note is that you do have to take genetics into account. For example, if you realise your chart says you're supposed to have thick hair and yours isn't, it's probably just thicker in relation to your other family members:
What The Houses and Signs Represent:
Head, whole face
Neck, collarbones, also influences some facial features such as: mouth, ears and chin. Weight.
Shoulders, Arms, hands
Rounder; big eyes, full lips etc. soft but strong (crab)
Leo is the lion so the archetype is looking cat like and with great hair
The virgin, the look is innocent and youthful, flat foreheads.
The scales, there isn't really an archetypal look for this sign except making things balanced and symmetrical
The scorpion, archetypically intimidating looking. Piercing gaze, square face, strong shoulders etc.
The centaur/archer, long face and tall body. Also being pear shaped (carry most of your weight on your hips, thighs and bum) to give the "appearance of a horse"
the goat, flat foreheads but can have prominent temples, small features, even teeth and prominent bone structure; especially cheekbones
Water bearer (representing that they're hear to bring water (knowledge) to the world), large foreheads, noticeable eyes, the water bearer also has no assigned gender to the archetypal look is androgynous
The fish, full lips, big eyes, full cheeks
I really wasn’t expecting so much response to the seaweed comic. I’m gonna have to make a follow up of that soon.
Watching the Time Twins in the show has made me realize that their eyebrows aren’t as thick as I though they were. They’re also wearing black eye shadow along with the green make up. Acronix’ eyebrows are still red and black though.
There there, Cole. You’re still the ninja I root for the most. :3
“I don’t know what you’re on about, Reginald. I found my soulmate a long time ago.”
“Oh, really?” He smirked at the girl “Who is it? Don’t try to say that it’s Keller because we all know he’s Moose’s soulmate.”
“I don’t need to prove anything to you, Reggie. If you don’t mind, I’ve got a lesson to get to.” (Y/N) forced a smile before walking off.
Almost as if it was instinct he followed her, quick on her heels. “Don’t bullshit me, (L/N). Prove to me that I’m not your soulmate.”
“Reggie, I really don’t want to disappoint you, I’m so sorry that I’m not her.”
“Then prove it to me. Write something, pinch yourself. Whatever, just prove it to me because God knows how long I’ve been looking for my soulmate.”
(Y/N) frowned, looking up at Reggie. He looked down at her, seeing the remorse in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Reginald, but you’ll find her soon.”
Reggie watched as (Y/N) walked off, feeling more determined to figure out who his soulmate was. He wasn’t going to give up that easy.
There were three moments of weakness that led to (Y/N) almost revealing herself to Reggie. The first was when he wrote to her on his birthday, claiming that his parents had argued and that his birthday wasn’t the same as when he was younger.
‘i know u dont reply but its my birthday :D’
‘my mom and dad argued in front of all my friends, soulmate. it was so embarrassing! i want it to be like my eighth birthday :(’
Looking down at her arm and the pen that she held in it, she fought her urge to reply to his message written on the back of her left forearm. She could feel the sadness that ran through his body. She could feel the pain in his chest as he wrote the words on his arm.
“Mom, he’s hurt” she frowned “He’s not allowed to be sad. It’s his birthday. Mom, it really hurts. I can’t breathe.”
“(Y/N), sweetheart, you’re worried for him. It’s what comes with soulmates.” Her mother paused for a while “You and your soulmate are not only soul-bound but you’re also physically bound to each other. You have a rare bond and never, ever take it for granted because it’ll, one day, be useful to you.”
The second time it happened was during freshman year, when Reggie had sprained his wrist so bad during training that the pain of it had woken (Y/N) up from her nap. She held her wrist as if it was on the brink of snapping off, fighting the tears back. Reggie had written multiple apologies, her arm was practically covered in his messy writing.
‘oh my god! im so sorry, soulmate.’
‘im so so SO sorry!’
’:( i hope i didnt hurt u too much :(’
She felt the pain that rushed up his arm with every apology he wrote. She picked up a pen that lay on top of the books that sat next to her on her bed, clicking it before dropping it and walking towards the bathroom to erase the proof of her soulmate.
The following day, she approached him, with all intentions of wishing him a speedy recovery, in the hallway as he stood leaning against his locker. She noticed and felt that his arm had been wrapped up tightly in a bandage or maybe it was just the pressure of the bandage on her own arm “Twinning?” he raised his eyebrow at her, as he noticed “What did you do?”
“Oh, I-I, kinda, fell down the stairs?”
Reggie let out a small laugh “Is that a question or is that what actually happened?”
“God, I cannot stand you, Reginald. Hope your arm gets better soon. Don’t want number fourteen off the team for too long.”
“Was that a compliment? You know what, I’ll take that as a compliment.” He smirked as she let out a scoff
The final time was on her birthday. No one had remembered it and she was sat in her room wallowing in self pity. There was no writing on her skin, nothing. Not even Reggie could feel the emotion running through her veins. She picked up a pen and pressed it against her skin, ready to write:
‘hi, can we talk???’
but instead she dropped it and crawled into her bed, pushing the space bar on her laptop so it would play her scratched DVD of ‘A Walk to Remember’.
(Y/N) frowned as she sat on the bleachers watching the bulldogs train for their upcoming game. Her eyes were locked on Reggie’s form, watching him as he caught the ball from afar. “God, (Y/N), you’re so two-faced. I love it.” Veronica exclaimed.
“One minute, you’re all ‘Reginald, don’t be so egotistical, I hate you.’ the next you’re drooling over him and can’t even take your eyes off him.” Betty added.
“Oh my God! I’m friends with a group of idiots!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “He’s my soulmate, I’m allowed to drool over him.”
“Who’s your soulmate?” Reggie asked, including himself in the conversation. “I’m pretty sure that’s me. Talk to you tonight, (L/N).” He winked as he made his way back towards the field.
“Don’t count on it, Reginald!” she shouted back, a grin spread across her face.
“God, just fuck already.” Kevin shouted after him.
The tickling sensation grew on her left forearm, meaning only one thing. Reggie was at it again.
‘so, ready to admit that ur my soulmate?’
She rolled her eyes, ignoring the ink on her arm and continued to solve the algebraic question in front of her.
'ur not writing back b'cos u know im right ;)’
Ignoring him once again, she picked up her makeup remover and rubbed the ink off.
Reggie groaned after seeing the ink disappear from his arm. “What if (Y/N) is telling the truth? She’s probably not my soulmate. I mean my soulmate hasn’t written back.”
Moose and Chuck looked at each other before smacking Reggie around the back of his head. “Don’t be such a dick, Mantle. D'ya know how unlikely it would be for your soulmate and (Y/N) to hit their hips at the same time, unless your soulmate is, maybe, I don’t know, (Y/N)?”
The trio sat in silence, for awhile as Reggie took in the words of his friends, until Chuck broke the silence with the words “Dude, she literally calls you Reginald.”
“And?” Reggie said, confusion laced in his voice.
“You’d punch me if I even attempted to call you Reginald.” Chuck frowned.
“I’d punch you because you’re a dick.”
The following day, (Y/N) tried her hardest to avoid Reggie, but with their clashing schedules it was practically impossible. She sighed as she once again caught him looking in her direction, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Need something, Reginald?”
He shook his head and turned back to face the front, before turning back to face her again “Actually, yes, I do need something from you, (L/N). I need you to prove to me that you’re not my soulmate.”
Just before she could reply the bell had rang, signalling that it was the end of the school day. “I’ll see you later, (Y/N).” Reggie shouted after her.
She sat at her desk, tapping her pen against it, as she, yet again, procrastinated her biology questions. Her phone vibrated, signalling an incoming call from Kevin. As soon as she answered, she was met with her best friend screaming down the phone. “I’m on my way over to pick you up! We’re going to Moose’s party.”
He picked up a grape before throwing it in the air and attempting to catch it in his mouth, failing as his eyes locked with Archie, who was stood next to (Y/N), his arm around her shoulder. Reggie pushed himself from the couch and strode his way over to (Y/N) and her red-haired friend.
“Hey, Andrews. Mind if I borrow (Y/N) for a second?”
“Sure, dude. Just don’t do anything stupid!”
Reggie took (Y/N)’s hand in his, pulling his hand away from hers when he felt a spark at the skin to skin contact. He looked at (Y/N), instantly apologising. Her mind flickering over to the time he sprained his wrist and covered her arm in ink-stained apologies.
“What do you want, Reginald?” she said, sending a genuine smile at him for the first time in weeks. Reggie positioned himself in front of her so he could face her. He noted down everything about (Y/N). The way her eyes shone almost as if they were a spotlight and the way she would crinkle her nose every time she let out a laugh.
She looked into his eyes and nodded. She didn’t need to know what he wanted to ask, she already knew.
“I want,” He paused, inching closer to her “you to,” He was so close to her, she could feel his breath on her cheek “prove it.” By now, there was no distance between them, everything around them seemed to disappear. The smell of alcohol and cologne on him intoxicated her, if she were to pull away now, she would’ve craved the scent. If she pulled away now, she would’ve craved him. Using his right arm he tilted her head up, their lips meeting. She was taken by surprise at the softness and warmth of his lips, she had expected it to be horrendous, something that she would forget in later life; how could she when everything he did was near-perfection? As they pulled away, they stood, their foreheads leaning against each other, eyes still closed.
(Y/N) smiled at the boy in front of her. She looked over at the coffee table, picking up the pen that lay underneath the pile of red solo cups, writing on her arm:
The sleep was deep between Minseok’s sheets and within his arms. The steady rhythm of his breathing pulled you under fast and the tight grip of his arms around your waist loosened as he drifted until your conscious reality faded and you woke up hours later tangled in limbs and bed sheets with the sensation of someone’s hands running along your bare thighs.
-Scenario- Hey I’m so happy you’re sticking with the blog:) could I have a George weasley imagine where you are waiting for him at the borrow with mrs Weasley while everyone from the order is out moving Harry? Xx
-Warnings- George’s ear injury and mentions of blood
You immediately stopped in your tracks. You didn’t even notice you were pacing.
“Sorry, Mrs. Weasley.” You walked over to the couch and sat down, wringing your hands worriedly.
The Order was bringing Harry to the burrow where he’d be safe from Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. So far, only Harry and Hagrid had come back.
Mrs. Weasley took a seat next to you and placed a hand over yours, giving you a sympathetic look. “I know you’re worried, dear. I am too,” she consoled.
“I just… I hope everyone’s all right,” you sighed, turning to face her. She softly placed a hand on your cheek, giving you a compassionate smile.
“All we can do is wait and-”
“Here! Quick! In the house!” shouted a sudden voice.
You and Molly both stood up and faced the entrance of the burrow.
Remus and Harry stumbled in carrying George, who was bleeding on the side of his head. They laid him down on the couch.
“Oh, my boy.” Mrs. Weasley quickly ran to his side. You immediately trailed behind.
“Georgie? God, you better not be dead,” you said, your voice starting to quiver.
“Or what, (Y/N)? You’ll kill me?” George chuckled weakly. You let out a small laugh, gently pushing his hair back.
You and George go way back. You had met him and Fred on the Hogwarts train, and ever since then, you all became inseparable. Even though you were close with Fred, you and George had something you didn’t have with anyone else.
That, and you had been harboring a crush on him for years. But, you’d never tell him that, of course.
Suddenly, Fred ran in. He kneeled down next to you in front of George. He sighed in relief to see his chest slowly rising and falling.
“How’re you feelin’, Georgie?” Fred asked, looking worriedly at his twin.
“…Saint-like,” he answered softly.
Fred furrowed his eyebrows. “Come again?”
“Saint-like… I’m hole-y, Fred. Get it?” He pointed to his bloody ear.
Fred shook his head with a smile. “The whole wide world of ear-related humor, and you go for ‘I’m hole-y.’ That’s pathetic,” he grinned.
“Reckon I’m still better looking than you,” George retaliated, getting another giggle from you.
He looked over at you and gave you a small wink, causing your cheeks to heat up.
You, George, and Mrs. Weasley were all sat at the dining table. George was getting his ear bandaged by Mrs. Weasley.
“All done, love.” Mrs. Weasley put everything back into the first aid kit.
“Thank you, mum,” George said. She placed a kiss on his cheek and left the dining room.
“How do you feel, George?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“I thought we established this; I feel saint-like,”
“I mean, how does your ear feel, you arse,” you grinned, playfully smacking his shoulder.
He let out a laugh. “Okay, well, now my ear hurts AND my shoulder hurts, so thanks for that,” he teased.
“Shut it, Georgie,” you giggled. He smirked.
George stood up and stretched. “I think I might go outside. Care to join me?” He held out his arm. You rolled your eyes jokingly. “Sure,” you answered, taking his arm.
The two of you walked outside and laid down in the grass, looking up at the stars. You both started talking about random things at first, but then, the conversation got deeper and deeper.
“I was really scared, Georgie…”
“So was I. The shot was really close,” he raised a hand to his ear.
“I-I don’t know what I’d do if you died,” you breathed.
“I do; you’d be absolutely lost without me,” he teased.
“Don’t get cocky, Weasley,” you turned your head to face him.
“Oh, come on, (Y/N), you know you love me,”
Heat ran up your cheeks again, and you turned your head to the stars again. “Yeah…”
Silence began to fall between the two of you. George propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at you.
“You know you’re my best friend, right? After Fred, of course, but that’s a different, brother kind of best friend-” he began to ramble.
“Yes, Georgie, I know. What’s up?” You asked, gazing up at him.
“I-I can tell you anything, right?”
“… Of course,”
“Okay… Well… There’s this girl…” he started. You felt your heart sink.
“A girl, huh?” You responded sadly, sitting up so that you were at the same level as George.
“Yeah. I’ve known her for a really long time and Ive had really strong feelings for her for a while and I…”
George turned to face you. He gazed into your eyes, and you did the same. You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips before gazing at you again.
“Bloody hell, (Y/N).”
And with that, George cupped your face and slammed his lips into yours. Your eyes became wide for a moment, but you melted into the kiss.
His hands moved from your face to your waist, placing them on your lower back in an attempt to pull you closer. The kiss was deep and intense. You opened your mouth to catch your breath, which allowed George to slowly slip his tongue in, causing you to melt once more.
This snogging session lasted for what seemed like forever. The kiss finally broke when you had tried to run your fingers through George’s hair and accidentally pressed against his injured ear, causing him to wince.
“Sorry, Georgie,” you giggled.
“Don’t worry about it, love… Wow…” he breathed, gazing into your eyes once more.
“What?” you blushed.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he smiled, intertwining his fingers in yours.
“Wait, so I’m the girl you’ve had strong feelings for?!” You said sarcastically.
“Absolutely not,” he joked back. He pulled you back in for another kiss. This time, much softer and sweeter.