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Sun, Mercury in Virgo

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Evening folks! I’m looking to open Emergency Commissions to help with day to day costs at the Jemini house.

I’m currently between jobs due to mental health struggles and that’s causing a bit of a strain on our household. So if you’d ever wanted art, now’s the time! <3 The turn around on these pieces is about 2 days typically. I’m in full contact during the process and allow up to two changes before final coloring! I’m easy to work with and really love the process.

TL:DR; I’m out of work currently and bills are stacking up- get art from me! <3

If you can’t get art right now, I totally understand! Reblogging and sharing this post is going to be just as helpful! I love all of you and appreciate your attention!

Please contact me for an art commission here on tumblr or at artsjemini@gmail.com!

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The signs as season 8 making zero sense:

Aries: Bronn casually walking up to Winterfell to have a small talk with Tyrion and Jaime, then proceeding to not show up until the end of e6.

Taurus: ‘what do dragons eat anyway?’ ‘whatever they want’ bitch wat.

Gemini: Sansa betraying Jon the moment she could?

Cancer: literally 3 full minutes of Jon just riding a dragon.

Leo: Bran ending up as king when the only true heir is Gendry who was RIGHT THERE.

Virgo: The Long Night lasting ,like, 4 hours.

Libra: Arya not getting the ending she deserved (ahem Gendry ahem)

Scorpio: Daenerys turning mad in the span of 1.3 episodes.

Sagittarius: Jaime leaving brienne in order to die with Cersie, without even being the one to kill her.

Capricorn: Tyrion being a dumbass for 6 episodes straight.

Aquarius: Edmure Tully thinking he’s still relevant.

Pisces: the unsullied going to Naath even though people who aren’t from Naath can’t survive there, because of all of the poisonous butterflies in there!!!!!!!!

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one of my favorite (read: least favorite) things about how people treat cleopatra is she’s so often called a slut or is only ever portrayed as being this incredibly sexy, often scantily-clad seductress, when in actuality 1. while some ancient sources describe her as somewhat pretty, it generally seems that what was attractive about her was her intellect, charm, and voice, and the sources that refer to her as extremely sexy/slutty are specifically out to condem her, 2. she was a brilliant politician who chose her affairs as a way of securing power for her country and not just so she could have a bunch of sex (which shouldn’t be an issue anyway), and 3. one of the men she had an affair with was mark antony, ancient roman super slut supreme, a man known for his love of sex and tendency to wear extremely short tunics for the sake of showing off his sexy legs/probably also his dick

i’m not saying there’s anything wrong with portraying cleopatra as beautiful or even sexy, because she clearly had allure. all i’m saying is that, if your cleopatra is wearing less clothing than your mark antony, there’s probably a problem in your depiction of them

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she’s such a goofball

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The Clans as Family Members

Assamite: the psycho little cousin Brujah: beer dad who always wants to play ball Followers of Set: the cool uncle who always gets a chastising look from any normal adult. Gangrel: the insane grandma who has five squirrels as pets Giovanni: the old-ass great grandfather who’s always disgruntled about the local youths Lasombra: the rude-ass sister who’s low-key a hoe Malkavian: the old-ass great-grandma with funny stories Nosferatu: the kindhearted dog who loves you unconditionally  Ravnos: the cousin that’s been in prison since forever Toreador: eccentric mother-in-law who always dresses up and brings imported liquor  Tremere: wine mom with designer bags under her eyes Tzimisce: vodka aunt; always embarrasses everyone with various scandals Ventrue: enraged grandfather who can’t believe this family is his legacy

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The Clans as Salem quotes:

Ventrue:

Toreador:

Tremere:

Gangrel:

Malkavian:

Nosferatu:

Brujah:

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Game of Thrones AU where everything is exactly the same, but the Stark family has never left winterfell

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i never thought the world would turn to stone

Daenerys Targaryen is reborn in Volantis, and the Lord of Light has a plan for her still. post-s8 fix-it drabble.

She awoke with the taste of blood and ash in her mouth, and the words death had stolen from her:

“How could you?”

They stuck in her throat, and for one terrible moment, she thought she might choke on them. Pain burned in her breast, and she finally gasped aloud, gagging on the words.

As if surfacing from a terrible dream, Dany lurched upward. Her vision was dim, faint at the edges. Disoriented, she cried out again, an animal, guttural shriek born of anguish and fear. But steady hands found her, bracing her shoulders.

“You’re all right.”

The melodic words were spoken in High Valyrian. A kind, feminine voice. Missandei, she thought, briefly, foolishly, before she remembered. She remembered now, all of it, every last terrible moment, every crime done by their hands, and her own.

But maybe that had been the dream. Maybe everything that had followed had only been a dream, and now she was awaking from that endless nightmare—

“It’s a shock, at first. I know,” the voice assured her. “But soon you will be as you were, my queen.”

My queen. Bewildered, Dany followed the voice, looking to the woman at her side who still cradled Dany as if she were a mere babe. The mysterious woman had piercing green eyes and wore flowing robes of red. She smelled of oils and incense. She smelled of Essos.

She smelled of home.

“What…” What happened? But Dany already knew. The cut of Jon’s dagger still stung, and the blood was thick in her throat. Wild-eyed, Dany lowered her gaze. She was naked, her blue veins stark against her milky-pale skin, except for the bright red gash at her left breast.

The mark of his betrayal.

The tang of blood sharpened on her tongue, sick inching up her throat. Dany began to tremble all over, involuntary convulsions of her body until her teeth chattered loudly. “C-cold,” she whispered, growing lightheaded.

The woman moved from her side only to return with a blanket, cocooning Dany in the thick material. Still, Dany shook, the shock coursing through her veins as it sank in.

Jon had killed her. He’d called her his queen, he’d kissed her, and then he’d sunk his blade into her heart.

He’d cried as he’d held her. As if she’d been the one to betray him. As if it had been her hand, her blade, his heart.

There had been nothing after that. Nothing—and the clanging echo of his betrayal.

Stomach churning, Dany twisted out of the woman’s arms and retched. Blood and bile splattered down the side of the stone pillar she sat atop. Once the cramps in her belly eased, she turned back to the woman. Her limbs still quivered, though not as violently now.

“I’m dead,” she croaked in the woman’s tongue.

The woman shook her head. “You were. But no longer.”

“How…?”

“Your dragon brought you to us.”

Drogon. Dany stared at her, uncomprehending. “Brought me where? Who are you?”

The woman smiled faintly. “My name is Kinvara. I am a servant of R’hllor. You were brought across the Narrow Sea to the red temple in Volantis. And you are here because the Lord of Light made it so.”

R’hllor. Dany understood now. Melisandre, the Red Woman, she’d done the same for Jon once; he’d finally confessed his shame to Dany one night on that fateful journey north.

The prince who was promised, the Red Woman had declared in the halls of Dragonstone all those moons ago. The princess, Missandei had quietly asserted instead.

“Why?” Dany demanded, lips stiff, teeth clenched. What was the point? “The Others are gone. The Long Night is over. Your god doesn’t need me now.” No one needs me now.

She thought she might be sick again, but Kinvara cupped her cheek, brushing wisps of hair back from her face. “It is true. The Great Other has been defeated, and we rejoice in the lord’s light.” Kinvara’s face darkened. “But now, there is another.”

The wound on her breast burned, and Dany sneered. “Jon Snow.”

“No,” Kinvara said sharply, surprising her. “The pretender known as Brandon Stark. They call him the Three-Eyed Raven.”

Dany didn’t understand. “Bran…But he’s barely a man grown…”

An eerie light danced in the priestess’ eyes. “He is much more than that. He wears your crown, and he grows stronger every day. This time, we face a threat greater than even the Others.” She grabbed Dany’s face again, painfully, tipping her chin up. “And we need you now, more than ever, my queen.”

“Why? Why me?” she asked, her confusion giving way to despair. She squeezed her eyes shut, as if she could turn away from the horrors she’d seen. The atrocities she had committed. “I failed. I failed everyone. I failed myself. I hurt people. I killed people. I—”

“You are fire made flesh, and you cannot be extinguished,” Kinvara intoned. Dany opened her eyes again, and the red priestess smiled at her. “You, Daenerys Stormborn, were meant to cleanse this world of those who would destroy it.”

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Got some “moody” blending practice your ya

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A quick update on recent art stuffs, on the left we have the first in a long list of pieces I’ve been itching to do and now that game of thrones is over I can actually do lol. On the right we have a character concept for an ongoing table top game 😁

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Sansa of House Stark. First of her name. The Red Wolf. The Lady of Winterfell. Protector of the North and the First Men. Queen in the North. 

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They can live in my new world, or they can die in their old one.

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Nathalie Emmanuel The Edit by Net-A-Porter (May 2019)

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Some "in progress" concept pieces for an upcoming Table Top 😄😁