normal-horoscopes:

Aries: The roof of a Japanese manor. The tea garden hasn’t been tended to in years. Snow falls on the shape of a woman holding a long, silver parasol.

Taurus: A ships chaplain cradles the jawbone of something that shouldn’t exist, he carves wild lines into it that seem to mean something to him.

Gemini: The old woman holding aloft a long iron staff tipped with fulgurite. Do not disturb her, she is determining the path ahead.

Cancer: You can’t stand the waiting. The gas mask makes it hard to breathe. You heard stories from when this was an ordeal of fire and blood and speed. 

Leo: Called clumsy your whole life, you were never one for balance, for finesse. Now your shoulders can bare burdens the others cannot even conceive of. 

Virgo: There is something in the lake. Nobody ever sent a hunting party. They never came back. There is something in the lake. There is something in the lake.

Libra: Practicality is all well and good but you believe that mastery opens the path to drama, to flair! You have the luxury of fretting over looks.

Scorpio: Why stop at just one ace up your sleeve?

Ophiuchus: No rest for the wicked is only true if you aren’t rich. That right there is a stress free environment.

Sagittarius: A man in porcelain armor wielding a coiled lance. With a whine and a cascade of smoke the augurs roar to life.

Capricorn: The toreador sews small fishhooks into the lining of his clothes. A single touch will rend the flesh.

Aquarius: The man with the iron pot on his head is just as mad as he looks. However he is much, much more dangerous than he looks. 

Pisces: Needle and thread. Needle and thread. The stars say you must understand needle and thread.