#the power of ✨creativity✨

[backstabber128]

I'm bringing back this random crack genderbend idea from 2 years ago bc I can 👏👏

I love to see how much the Zaundads/moms parallel their daughters/sons like this lmao. It's also cool and cursed to imagine the story being focused on brotherhood more instead of sisters.

I also got inspired by other design ideas I found, so of course I couldn't resist drawing my own 👀✍️

I mainly had fun imagining the slightly different designs and how Vi would turn into the most basic ass male character ever 😭 (still a badass softie by heart though) + Jinx proceeds to completely obliterate male gender norms 👍

[storiesofsvu]

Man… as much as this laid off bullshit & barely making enough money to survive for 8 weeks truly does SUCK.

The break from that fucking hell hole (affectionate) And some of those terribly toxic people(truth) is fantastic. I havent cried since my last shift…

Despite having no money for groceries, that also means no take out which has forced me into the better habit of cooking for myself & making food at home from what we have. The house is clean, I’ve got more energy, i’m getting my walks/steps/activity in daily which is giving me more energy. I’ve actually got the motivation to put me first for the first time in a LONG time so there is a blessing in this bullshit. (Now if only i had the money to go buy healthy food & pick up some skin care… lool)

(If anyones into that health shit & wants to follow along/join in you can find me over on insta at kattwylliewellness)

[tsp-narrator-ask]

*Gasps* I am not a show off! Anyway, I roll for hidden spot and I get a 14. I spot @anotheroneofthegaysharks and @windowwizardanon and go over to ask to join their party. But then Aren Beetana the wizard elf sees that they are cough in a conundrum with a monster, so I roll for my attack, and I get a 15 to cast an ice spell to freeze the monster. Do I freeze the monster, and can I ask to join @anotheroneofthegaysharks and @windowwizardanon on their quest?

----- Signed, Aren Beetana the Elf Wizard

I’m sorry to inform you but the bucket was already defeated before you came along, but you are still free to ask to join the group. (Please keep in mind we are using real rolls/rolling with an online sight. Please do not make up the numbers in your favor))

Second before we continue I would like to specify you must move up in ranks, so far you are a low level wizard, you mentions ice powers so you have the power to make snow, snow cones, and snow men. Because your Elsa’s long lost twin sibling “icebert.” ((Silly joke lore.))

@windowwizardanon and @anotheroneofthegaysharks what do you say to this fellow joining you?

[ellipsus-writes]

Heeeeey all!!

At Ellipsus, we don’t just celebrate Pride in June—we live it every day. 🌈

As a queer-founded company building a space for our very, very gay (🙌) creative community, we know how much this month matters.

Words and books are being banned. Rights are under attack. Pride Month is erased from calendars by our arch-nemesis (and yours). Big tech grovels for power in a race to the bottom (oof, their knees must be raw).

But Pride persists, and queer stories won’t be erased.

We’re here to stand by our community, protect freedom of expression, and keep queer voices writing loud—not just for a month; for as long as it takes.

So, here’s our first little offering: a fancy schmancy Pride theme! ✨

There’s much more to come, so stay tuned all month long! - the Ellipsus Team xo

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

🕳️ What to Write When You Have No Idea What Happens Next

aka: you’re staring into the creative abyss and the abyss is not only staring back, it’s asking for a rough draft

hi writer. welcome to that fun little liminal space in your project where ✨absolutely nothing✨ makes sense. you wrote the last scene. you know you’re not at the end. but suddenly your characters are just standing there like NPCs waiting for a quest marker and your brain is doing the spinning beachball of death.

so. what now?

let’s break down some actually useful strategies for when you hit That Point™️. not vibes. not ✨manifest your way out✨ energy. not the “just keep writing” slog. here’s what to do when your story is refusing to tell you what happens next:

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zoom out: do a “scene audit” ———————————————

you don’t need a full outline to do this. take five minutes and sketch a bullet list of every scene that’s happened so far. not just what happened, but why it mattered.

like this:

MC lied to their boss (sets up stakes re: trust/power)

antagonist shows up at cafe (establishes tension + location crossover)

best friend gets suspicious (emotional complication, adds pressure)

this gives you a birds-eye view of what you’ve set in motion. often you’re stuck because you’ve lost sight of the threads you were pulling, your own story has momentum, you just need to feel it again.

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try “ghost drafting” (aka fake writing) —————————————————————

open a doc. start typing what would happen, if you were writing. super casual. something like:

“okay i think the next scene is maybe them at the train station?? or wait--maybe we need to see the fallout of the argument. i don’t really know what x character wants rn but i think y might be planning something…”

this trick works bc it removes pressure. no fancy prose, no perfect structure. it’s literally you telling yourself what might happen. and weirdly? your brain will often finish the scene for you without asking. (the number of times I’ve ghost drafted myself into 800 usable words… witchcraft.)

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pin your characters to a corkboard and interrogate them ——————————————————————————

not literally. (unless you're into that. i don’t judge.)

but seriously: when you’re stuck, it’s often because your character has no immediate goal or emotion. pause and ask:

what does this character want right now? like, in this moment?

what are they trying to avoid?

what’s keeping them from getting either?

character-driven scenes are rarely static. even if it’s just an awkward dinner or walking to the store, someone’s always trying to do or hide something. if everyone in the scene is just reacting or waiting, you’ve got fog. bring in the fire.

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don’t skip the “boring” stuff--weaponize it —————————————————

sometimes we’re stuck because we think the next scene is dull. like “ugh i guess they just… travel to the manor” or “they regroup at the safe house.” but these slow beats are GOLD if you embed purpose.

try giving the “boring” scene:

a time limit or interruption (they’re hiding but someone knocks)

a secret (someone is lying about something small but important)

a reversal (what they expected is the opposite of what happens)

even if it’s a quiet scene, layer it. conflict isn’t just yelling or action. it’s discomfort. it’s misalignment. tension between what’s said and unsaid.

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when all else fails: write the next emotional beat —————————————————————

strip it back. forget plot. forget pacing. ask yourself:

then write that. a monologue. a journal entry. an outburst. a line of whispered dialogue.

sometimes it’s not that you don’t know what happens next. it’s that your character hasn’t processed what just happened, and until they do, the story can’t move forward.

✨✨✨

the void is normal. getting stuck doesn’t mean you failed or picked the wrong idea or that the muse packed up and left for a better writer’s house. it just means your brain needs space to regroup.

writing isn’t linear. stories aren’t built in perfect lines. they loop. they stall. they circle back. and that’s okay.

if you’re in the middle of nowhere, here’s your sign to sit on the side of the metaphorical road, open your weird little notebook, and write anyway. write wrong. write messy. write ghost drafts. the path shows up when you start walking.

🕳️ you got this, writer.

tag me if you end up crawling out of your stuck scene with a little victory paragraph. i’ll bring snacks for the next one 🧃✨

P.S. I made a free mini eBook about the 5 biggest mistakes writers make in the first 10 pages 👀 you can grab it here for FREE:

[thedeadthree]

TIS CYTHIAS BIRTHDAAAAYYYY 🌞🪞✨👑

[mimpinightmare]

NGL, I thought the story would get more escalated- 😭😭

THIS IS GOOD!!! RAHHHHHHH- WANT MORE!!!!!✨✨✨

So, first art post is gonna give you an idea of what I will mainly be focusing on for this blog: angst. There will be room for fluff and whatnot, but it’s gonna be angst all the way.

So have a couple of rushed doodles (doesn’t look good but future stuff will) and a bit of a story to go with it. Let’s put this after “Perfect Match”:

“No way.” Norm’s jaw dropped when he saw who was at the counter. He turned back to his twin, whispering rapidly, “H-He’s here?! I thought he was back home!”

Stan shook his head and bit down on his lower lip, a bad habit he could never get rid of. “W-We should go. Before he sees us and–”

“Before I what?”

The twins froze before slowly turning around to see who had come up behind them. They both swallowed the lumps in their throat, sweat breaking out on their foreheads.

“H-Hey…Max…”

The older Power sibling frowned, glaring down at his younger brothers. “What are you two doing here?”

“We should be asking that of you!” Norm said, pointing a finger at him. “We thought you were back in London!”

“Why does it matter that I’m here?” He narrowed his eyes, glaring daggers at them. “Unless you’re still embarrassed of that stunt you pulled using my name.”

That made the twins freeze up and look down, guilt on their faces. It took some self-control to not stare at the scars that decorated the edge of their brother’s face, before one of them spoke.

“We…” Stan let out a shaky breath. “We didn’t mean–”

Their older brother shook his head, looking down with a bit of sorrow. “It’s fine.” He said with a sigh. “I never liked that name anyways…”

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I have this headcanon that Max Power is an actual person: The elder brother of the Power twins, Norm and Stan Power! This iteration of Max Power had originally been one of the twins, but after I found out what the twins names were on script, I decided to make him my own character and go with the big brother angle.

Max Power, now named Liam Power-Bailey, might be happy to see his twin brothers? Who knows. I’ll get to their backstory when I get the chance.

[lizzyiii]

Hello, I would like to make an obscene yandere request to Aemond Targaryen for a cousin who is a Helen of Troy, she never met her cousins ​​and Gwayne locked her in the lighthouse because the children in Antigua have already declared duels and fights for her, please

“Alexa play Angel by Massive Attack.”

A Beauty Too Tempting

pairing | aemond x cousin!reader word count | 5.4k summary | when aemond targaryen learns of his cousin—a beauty so captivating that men are willing to die for you—he becomes dangerously obsessed, determined to claim you for himself. tags | 18+ MDNI! smut, p in v, slight dubcon, fingering, oral sex (f) receiving, possessive sex, rough sex, virginity kink, breeding kink, obsession, dirty talk, no description for reader, creampie, religious guilt, guys this was crazzzyyy, yandere aemond, delusional aemond, obsessive aemond. a/n | this was such an interesting and creative prompt, damnnnn. also I think this might be the best smut I've ever written. KEEP BOTH HANDS ON THE PHONE (NOT PROOFREAD)

likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated ✨

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Aemond had finally ascended.

His reckless, wine-soaked brother was a shadow of the past, burnt and broken beyond repair. Though the Seven Kingdoms still called him “Prince Regent,” Aemond knew he held the true power of a king—and wielded the might of a dragon unmatched in all the realm.

He was Prince Regent, yes, but also the rider of Vhagar, the Queen of Dragons, the slayer of Daemon Targaryen, the butcher of his treacherous half-sister and her rabble of bastards.

At God’s Eye, he had cast Daemon down, wresting from him the title of warrior to which he clung so stubbornly. And when Alys Strong’s deceit led him astray, she too had met the edge of his blade, her charms and false promises extinguished in the cold stone of Harrenhal’s dungeons. Now, what was left of his family was but the bones of the house.

Only his mother and his niece remained, the ones bound by duty and blood. Helaena, broken by grief and driven mad with sorrow, had thrown herself from her chamber balcony, finding an end that her shattered mind had long sought. Aegon, the crown’s fool, lay in a stupor of smoke and agony, burned and nearly lifeless after his fall from Moondancer’s flames.

But Aemond ruled now—his alone was the realm’s rightful power. The Seven Kingdoms were his to bend, as was his every desire. He had broken his betrothal to the Baratheon girl without a second thought; a warlord and dragonrider of his stature deserved a bride worthy of his legend. He was the last dragon of House Targaryen, and his queen would be a beauty revered, one whose grace and purity might rival the Maiden herself.

And that was when Aemond first heard of you.

Fleeting whispers had reached him from Oldtown, speaking of his uncle Gwayne’s daughter—a maiden so beautiful that men spoke of you as if you were touched by the gods. Tales claimed you had been cloistered away in the Watchtower’s highest chamber, veiled to protect the eyes and sanity of any man who caught sight of you.

There, concealed behind shadows and stone, you were kept far from the reach of suitors who risked life and honor in duels, each vying for even a single glimpse of your face.

Your father, Ser Gwayne Hightower, had fallen in the fires of the Dance, and your mother had died bearing you, leaving you alone in that desolate tower—an unclaimed jewel, hidden and waiting.

The thought stirred something fierce within Aemond. He would go to you, he decided. He would see this beauty so lauded, this Hightower daughter untouched by the world’s corruptions, and he would decide if you were worthy to become his Queen, his Targaryen bride. For if your beauty proved true, you would belong to him alone, bound by devotion and a loyalty owed only to the dragon and its rider.

After landing Vhagar just outside Oldtown, Aemond took a horse into the city, riding with the air of a conqueror. But even he was taken aback by the scene awaiting him. High walls surrounded the Watchtower of House Hightower, fortified and stern, yet it was the gathering outside that seized his attention.

Hundreds of men crowded the courtyard and spilled into the streets, shouting, some nearly brawling as they jostled against one another. Their voices rose in a fervent cacophony, names and cries echoing like a battle chant.

Aemond’s gaze swept over them with disdain. Fools, all of them, clamoring over the mere hope of being in your presence. As he approached the Tower’s gates, the guards lowered their spears and bowed their heads, recognizing the rider of Vhagar, the One-Eyed Prince who now held the realm in his grip.

They opened the gates without question, allowing him through to the Tower’s base, where a young servant girl waited nervously.

She kept her eyes down as she led him up the spiraling stairway to the highest chamber. But Aemond’s curiosity simmered, and his tone was sharp when he finally spoke. “Who are these men gathered outside? What madness drives them to swarm like starving wolves?”

The servant’s face went pale, but she dared to glance up briefly, voice trembling. “They’re suitors, my prince…men from every corner of the realm. Many have traveled from the Reach and the Riverlands, even as far as Dorne and the North, all to seek my lady’s hand.”

Aemond’s eye narrowed, a dark satisfaction curling at the edge of his lips. While the Dance Of Dragons had gone on, you had become something of a legend—a prize for fools and hopeful knights. But you were not for them.

“Let them scream themselves hoarse,” he murmured coldly, mostly to himself, as they reached the final stretch of the climb. His voice softened, though the weight of his words was fierce. “By nightfall, they will know she belongs to me alone.”

The servant kept her gaze down, fearful of the silent promises in his tone. They finally reached the door to the high chamber, and with a deep breath, she pushed it open, bowing as he strode past her.

As Aemond stepped inside, the air was thick with expectation, and he knew: he would let none of those suitors have you—not while he still breathed.

A figure stood near the narrow window, framed by the dim light filtering through the high stone walls. Draped in a gown as pale as starlight, a delicate veil fell over your hair and face, obscuring your features with an ethereal softness.

You looked less like a woman of flesh and blood, more like some forgotten goddess cast down from the heavens, your beauty hidden behind gauze and shadow. Almost nervously, the servant girl who had led Aemond withdrew, sparing one last, uncertain glance before closing the heavy door, leaving him alone with the lady in white.

The room was silent but for the faint rustle of fabric as the veiled woman turned, your movements graceful yet guarded. You saw him—a tall, imposing figure shrouded in the black and crimson of House Targaryen, his silver hair gleaming like the steel at his hip.

Though your vision was blurred by the veil, there was no mistaking him. Even in the isolated walls of your tower, you had heard tales of him, whispered rumors that crept into your dreams. Aemond Targaryen—the One-Eyed Kinslayer, the dragonrider who had torn through his own blood, leaving most of House Targaryen ashes in his wake.

A shiver coursed through you as you lowered your head, barely daring to meet his single, penetrating gaze. You bent your head respectfully and murmured, “Your grace.”

At the sound of your voice—soft and lilting, as if it had drifted down from the heavens—Aemond’s breath hitched, and he paused, his gaze never wavering. You sounded like the very embodiment of the myths that had reached him, a voice so pure it defied the violence that had carved his path to you.

He took slow, deliberate steps toward you, each one bringing him closer to the veiled creature he had come to claim. “I am not only your Prince Regent,” he said, his voice low, almost reverent. “I am your kin as well.”

You nodded, your lashes fluttering beneath the veil. “Of course…cousin,” you replied shyly, your voice no more than a murmur, though it reached him clearly in the silence of the chamber.

Aemond’s lips curved, a hint of satisfaction flickering across his face as he closed the distance between you. “You must know,” he continued, his tone possessive yet calm, “that I have not come all this way merely out of kinship. You are spoken of as if you were a queen in waiting…your beauty, your grace. Men would kill for a single look upon your face.”

Your cheeks warmed beneath the veil, though you dared not lift your head. The idea of such fierce, consuming attention unsettled you, yet you could not deny the pull he exerted on your senses—a dark, magnetic power that seemed to draw you closer, even as your instinct told you to step back.

“And now,” Aemond murmured, lifting a hand toward you, fingers ghosting over the edge of your veil, “it is I who have come to see if these tales hold truth. To decide if you are worthy…to stand beside me as my queen.” He let the words hang in the air, laden with meaning, with possession.

Beneath the veil, your lips parted, your heartbeat echoing in your ears. The One-Eyed Prince had not come to court or woo you like the other men clamoring below; he had come to claim you, with a certainty that brooked no refusal.

“Tell me, cousin,” he whispered, his tone heavy with dark intent, a veiled promise lying beneath each word. “Would you defy me if I named you mine?”

He drew closer, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a shiver through you as your heart hammered against your ribs. The weight of his claim felt as tangible as the stone walls around you, and in that instant, you knew defiance was a luxury that held no place here.

Before you could gather the breath to respond, Aemond’s hand rose toward your veil, his fingertips hovering just above its delicate fabric. A sense of desperation seized you, and your voice broke through the silence, raw and pleading. “Don’t! Please… I only wish to spare you.”

Aemond’s lips curved in a faint, humorless chuckle, his eye gleaming with something far more dangerous than mere amusement. “Spare me?” he murmured, as though the very idea amused him.

“You misunderstand, cousin. I do not seek to be saved.” His voice softened, yet the iron in his tone was unmistakable. “I seek only to behold my future wife.”

Your heart raced, every instinct urging you to step back, but your body seemed to betray you, rooted to the spot as Aemond reached out, his fingers grazing the edge of your veil. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted it, casting the thin fabric away and laying bare the face that had haunted his imagination.

The moment the veil fell, silence claimed the room, broken only by Aemond’s sharp intake of breath. His gaze devoured each feature of your face, sweeping over you with an intensity that bordered on reverence, as if he were drinking in the sight of a rare and coveted treasure.

He exhaled slowly, a low growl rumbling in his chest as his fingers traced a line along your cheek, his touch both possessive and tender. “Beautiful…” he breathed, his voice thick with awe and something deeper, something darker. “Far more than any tale could capture. You are… a vision.”

A flicker of fear mingled with the warmth on your cheeks, and you dared to lift your gaze to his, the intensity of his stare almost unbearable. He studied you, and you sensed it was not mere admiration that darkened his eye, but hunger—a need so consuming it seemed to radiate from him.

“From this day forward,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the line of your jaw, “you are mine. And I… I will allow no one, not even the gods, to take you from me.”

Your breath caught as Aemond’s fingers ghosted over your skin, sparking a fire that seemed to radiate through every inch of you. For a fleeting moment, your eyelids fluttered closed, helplessly savoring the sensation. But reality, sharp and undeniable, tore them open again, reminding you where you stood—and with whom.

“C-Cousin, please…” you murmured, your voice trembling as your hands pressed against the hard plane of his chest, a fragile attempt to create space. “This… this cannot be. You should not…”

The words stumbled from your lips, half-hearted at best, even as your body betrayed you, arching subtly toward him, drawn like steel to a magnet. A flush of warmth rose beneath your skin, pooling in your cheeks, and beneath the thin fabric of your gown, your nipples peaked, aching under his gaze. The rush of sensations nearly overwhelmed you, each one more intoxicating than the last.

Aemond’s lips curved in a knowing, wicked smile, his eye gleaming as he took in your struggle, your futile attempts at resistance. He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours, so close that his breath mingled with yours, warm and heady.

“Wrong?” he murmured, his voice a dark, velvet caress, each syllable dripping with unrestrained desire. “There is no wrong between us, cousin. Only what was always meant to be…only fate and desire.”

Your heart raced, pounding against his chest, each beat echoing the dangerous thrill of his words. His hand slipped to the nape of your neck, his touch firm and possessive, as though he could bind you to him with that single gesture. He tilted your head ever so slightly, his mouth hovering just above yours, his gaze burning with intent.

“We are bound by blood,” he whispered, his words low and fervent, “by something far stronger than any foolish notion of right or wrong.” His lips brushed the corner of your mouth, a featherlight touch that set your skin alight. “Do you not feel it, the way I do?”

You barely managed a nod, your mind clouded by the closeness, by the undeniable pull of him. With a fluid, almost predatory grace, Aemond’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you firmly against him, so close you could feel every contour of his lean frame pressing into yours.

His chest was a wall of heat, solid beneath your touch, and your breath hitched as you became all too aware of the hardness pressing insistently against your belly.

“Let me guide you,” he whispered, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear, his breath warm and laced with promise, “to pleasures beyond the realm of mortal imagination.” His voice was low, dark, each word dripping with seduction as he continued, “Yield to me, and I shall make you mine in ways the world could scarcely comprehend.”

Every syllable curled around you, dissolving your remaining resistance like morning mist. Against all sense, your body softened, your resolve unraveling beneath his spell. Aemond’s words, woven with desire and power, coaxed you toward surrender. You melted against him, instinctively seeking the warmth he offered, your heart racing as his grip on you tightened possessively.

“Cousin…” you whispered, barely a breath, a mingling of plea and prayer.

Aemond’s lips curved, and he let out a soft, almost condescending click of his tongue, a smirk flickering in his eye. “I ask for so little,” he said, his tone deceptively light before his voice softened, becoming tender, almost reverent.

“Simply allow me to reign over you, to be the master of your heart and soul. Give me your loyalty, your love, your fear… let me own you in spirit and in flesh. Do that,” he murmured, his mouth grazing your jawline, “and I will serve you, worship you, slave to your every desire.”

A tremor ran through you as his hand drifted lower, fingers grazing the swell of your breast. Your nipple pebbled instantly, a jolt of pleasure-pain shooting straight to your core. You gasped, your hips involuntarily rolling against his straining erection.

“Please... ” you whimpered, your resistance breaking in the face of such carnal temptation. ”I-I am a maiden, a child of the Seven.”

A low chuckle rumbled in Aemond's chest as he felt your delicate form yield to his touch, your body betraying its innate desire despite your protests. His fingers curled around the plump mound of your breast, kneading the soft flesh through the thin fabric of your gown.

“Child no longer,” he rasped, his thumb circling your aching nipple, coaxing it to an even harder peak. ”Maidenhood ends today, and a woman shall be born.”

With a swift tug, he ripped the laces of the front of your gown, exposing the swells of your breasts to his hungry gaze. He palmed them roughly, thumbs teasing the stiff peaks as he claimed your mouth in a searing kiss, plundering the sweetness within with his tongue.

"Mine," he growled against your lips, his hands roaming your body possessively

Your cry of shock morphed into a moan of ecstasy as Aemond's mouth ravaged yours, his dominant presence swallowing your very essence. The rough handling of your breasts sent sparks of delight coursing through your veins, your nipples throbbing in time with the pounding of your heart.

"No...no," you breathed against his lips, the words tumbling out unbidden. "This is wrong... this is sinful."

Ignoring your feeble protests, Aemond continued to explore your body with unrestrained lust. His hands roamed freely over your curves, tracing the contours of your body with a reverence usually reserved for sacred texts.

“Sinful indeed,” his voice was a husky purr against your lips. “Yet how sweetly addictive it tastes.”

His hands trailed lower, bunching your skirts to your waist to find the damp curls at the apex of your thighs. He groaned at the wetness he found there, a testament to your body's readiness for him.

“Such a delectable little cunt...” he whispered, his fingers slipping between your folds to test your readiness.

Your head fell back, exposing the vulnerable column of your throat as Aemond's skilled fingers delved deeper, stroking your slickened flesh with a confident touch. A shudder rippled through you, your hips canting upwards in desperate pursuit of more.

“P-please...” you gasped, your voice trembling with devastation. “I...I've never...”

Aemond's knowing smirk only heightened your mortification, yet it couldn't quell the inferno building inside you. Your body was aflame, craving the release only he could provide.

“I'm afraid...” you murmured though your eyes were glazed with desire.

Aemond's eye gleamed with triumph as he watched you squirm under his touch, your innocence and inexperience only fueling his desire. He pressed a finger inside you, feeling your tight walls clench around the invading digit.

“Fear not, sweet cousin,” he cooed, his voice dripping with false reassurance. “I will be gentle... at first.”

He pumped his finger slowly, savoring the exquisite sensation of your virgin passage yielding to his touch. His thumb circled your pearl, applying just enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure racing through your nerves.

“You're doing wonderfully,” he praised, his free hand sliding up your thigh to grip your hip firmly. “Now, let's see if we can't coax out that pretty little scream, hmm?”

Your mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the onslaught of sensations assaulting your senses. Aemond's fingers moved within you with a practiced ease, each thrust and twist sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.

“N-no...stop!” you managed to choke out, even as your body betrayed you, arching into his touch. “It's too much!”

Aemond's grin widened, his eye flashing with dark amusement at your futile attempts to resist. He withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and aching for more.

“Foolish girl,” he chided, his tone dripping with condescension. ”You crave this, every bit of it. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind doesn't.”

He seized your wrists, pinning them above your head against the window as he loomed over you, his face inches from yours. His hot breath fanned across your cheeks, carrying the scent of smoke and masculine musk.

“Now, be a good little maiden and spread your legs for me,” he commanded, his voice low and commanding. “Let me taste you.”

Your chest heaved with ragged breaths, your body thrumming with a mix of fear and exhilaration as Aemond's dominance asserted itself. Despite your reservations, a traitorous part of you yearned for the promised pleasure, your core clenching in anticipation.

"N-no...I won't...” you stammered, even as your thighs trembled, betraying your resolve. Aemond's grip on your wrists tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he forced you to submit.

“Please...” the word escaped your lips before you could stop it, a plea for mercy that sounded suspiciously like a plea for more, though confusion filled you, ”Why would you wish to taste me?”

Aemond's gaze raked over your trembling form, drinking in every quiver and gasp with sadistic delight. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke, his words dripping with dark promise.

"Because, my dear cousin," he purred, "I want to devour every inch of you until you forget your own name. Until all you know is my touch, my taste, my possession."

With a wicked grin, he released your wrists, only to grab your waist and throw you down upon your bed. You had no time to react before he settled between your legs, his shoulders pushing your thighs apart as he lowered his head, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh.

Your heart raced, pounding in your ears as Aemond's words painted a vivid picture of degradation and desire. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy as he positioned himself between your spread thighs.

“And then, once I've had my fill,” he continued, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of your slit, “I'll make you beg for more.”

“No...please...” your protests dissolved into a whimper as his tongue made contact with your aching sex, the wet heat of it sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Aemond chuckled darkly at your feeble attempts to resist, the vibrations of his laughter sending shivers through your core. He increased the pressure of his tongue, lapping at your slick folds with relish, savoring the taste of your arousal.

“It's too much...I c-can't take it...” even as you spoke, your hips bucked upward, seeking more of that intoxicating sensation. Your hands flew to his head, tangling in his hair as you tried to pull him closer, to grind yourself against his questing mouth.

“You lie, sweet cousin,” he murmured against your flesh, his voice muffled but unmistakable. “You crave this, crave me. Your body sings for me, begs for my touch.”

He sucked gently on your pearl, the suction pulling a sharp cry from your lips. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he feasted on your cunt, his skillful tongue driving you closer to the edge with each passing moment.

“Release for me,” he commanded, his eye locking onto yours, burning with an intense, possessive hunger. “Let go and give me everything.”

Your entire being was consumed by the inferno of pleasure that Aemond ignited within you. His words, his touch, his very presence overwhelmed your senses until nothing existed beyond the coil of ecstasy winding tighter and tighter in your core.

“Ahh...oh gods...Aemond!” your cries echoed off the stone walls as you said his name for the first time and he pushed you relentlessly towards your peak. Your back arched off the bed, your nails raking down his scalp as you held him close, grinding shamelessly against his face.

“Yes...yes! Don't stop...please don't stop...” you babbled incoherently, lost to the maelstrom of sensation. And then, with a final flick of his tongue, you shattered, your release ripping through you with the force of a tidal wave.

As your climax crashed over you, Aemond drank in your essence, reveling in the taste of your release. He lapped at your spasming cunt, prolonging your pleasure until you finally went limp beneath him, panting and dazed.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction as he gazed up at your flushed face. He crawled up your body, claiming your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to plunder the sweetness of your mouth.

“Now, let us see how well you respond to other pleasures,” he murmured against your lips, his hand sliding down to cup your breast, thumbing your nipple into a stiff peak. “We have only just begun to explore the depths of your devotion.”

Your mind reeled, struggling to process the intensity of what had just transpired. Aemond's control over your body was absolute, leaving you weak and pliant in his grasp. Yet even as you trembled with aftershocks of pleasure, a thrill of anticipation coursed through you at his words.

“Other pleasure?” you managed to stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. Despite the fear that lingered, a spark of curiosity ignited within you, drawing you deeper into the unknown realm Aemond promised to show you.

“What do you mean?” you asked, your breasts heaving with each ragged breath as he fondled them. The sensation of his calloused palm against your tender flesh sent jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core, making you ache for more.

Aemond's smile was a wicked curve of his lips as he watched your reaction, delighting in the way your body responded to his touch.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “I speak of the exquisite agonies of pleasure, cousin. The kind that make you scream and beg for mercy even as you crave more. The sort that leave you trembling and spent, yet yearning for the next touch, the next thrust...”

His hand slid lower, fingers tracing the juncture of your thighs before dipping into your drenched folds. He circled your sensitive pearl, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

“Shall I show you these delights, Beloved? Shall I push you to the very brink of madness and back again, all for my own entertainment?”

A shiver ran down your spine at Aemond's words, a delicious chill that mixed with the heat building inside you. His touch was both gentle and ruthless, coaxing out responses you didn't know you possessed. Your hips bucked involuntarily as he stroked your most intimate places, seeking more friction and relief.

“Y-yes please...” you breathed, the word torn from you on a moan. Your hands came up to tangle in his long silver hair, holding him close as if to anchor yourself against the storm of sensations he unleashed.

Aemond's fingers danced across your sensitive flesh, pushing you higher and higher until you teetered on the edge of another release. Your vision blurred, your lungs burned for air, and still he teased, denying you the release you craved.

“Please...I need more,” you whined.

Aemond chuckled low in his throat, the sound sending vibrations through your quivering form. He released your pearl, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh before gripping your hip possessively.

“More, hmm?”

He leaned back, his piercing gaze drinking in every flush of color on your skin, every hitch of your breath. “Very well, cousin. Let us see how you fare against my cock.”

With a swift motion, he shed his trousers, freeing his rigid length. It stood proud and unyielding, the tip already glistening with pearly wetness. Aemond grasped your ankles, spreading your legs wide as he positioned himself between them.

Your eyes widened as Aemond revealed his manhood, the sight of it making your mouth go dry. The size and shape were intimidating, but a part of you thrilled at the prospect of being stretched so completely. You nodded, unable to find your voice as he spread your legs wider, exposing you fully to his hungry gaze.

“Are you ready to be filled, to be claimed in the most primal way possible?” He asked, his voice a husky growl.

"Yes...” you managed to whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.

Aemond's grip on your ankles tightened as he aligned himself with your entrance. The head of his cock pressed against your slick folds, and you could feel the heat radiating off him. You bit your lip, bracing yourself for the intrusion.

“Please don't hurt me,” you whispered, your voice tinged with desperation.

Aemond's expression softened slightly at your plea, though the intent in his eye remained unchanged - a fierce, almost feral hunger. He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he murmured, “I would never harm you, sweetling," he paused, "at least not unless you begged me to."

With that, he surged forward, his thick cock driving into your welcoming heat in one powerful stroke. Your cry echoed through the chamber as you were split open around him, your body stretching to accommodate his impressive girth.

“Fuck, you're tight,” he groaned, pausing for a moment to let her adjust. His hips flexed, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging back in, setting a relentless pace. So fucking perfect...

A sharp cry tore from your throat as Aemond's massive cock impaled you, the sudden invasion sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through your core. You arched your back, nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move within you, each thrust driving deeper and harder than the last.

"Gods...it's too much..." you panted, struggling to breathe through the intensity of the sensation. “You're so big...”

Despite the discomfort, your body seemed to mold itself to his, craving the stretch and fullness he provided. Your inner walls clenched around him, trying to draw him in even further.

“More...give me more...” you whimpered, your hips rising to meet his punishing rhythm.

Aemond grunted in satisfaction at your wanton pleas, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. The obscene slap of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by your keening cries.

“That's it, take it all,” he growled, his hand fisting in your hair as he angled your head back. “Scream for me, let everyone hear how thoroughly I'm claiming you.”

His free hand slid between your joined bodies, finding your swollen pearl and rubbing mercilessly. The dual stimulation had you writhing beneath him, your body wound tighter than a bowstring.

"Come for me, Beloved,” Aemond demanded, his voice rough with lust. “Come on my cock like the desperate little maiden you are.”

The words fell from Aemond's lips like honeyed poison, stoking the flames of your desire until they consumed you whole. Your release crashed over you like a tidal wave, your vision blurring at the edges as ecstasy coursed through your veins.

“Yes! Oh gods, yes!” you screamed, your voice echoing off the stone walls.

Your inner muscles spasmed wildly around Aemond's pistoning cock, milking him for all he was worth. The pressure building at the base of your spine reached a fever pitch before exploding outward in a burst of pure bliss.

“Aemond!” your name was a ragged gasp as you convulsed beneath him, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you.

Aemond threw his head back with a triumphant roar as your orgasm triggered his own. His cock pulsed inside you, spilling his hot seed deep into your clencing cunt. Each jet seemed to last an eternity, marking you as his in the most primal way possible.

“Take it all,” he snarled, grinding his pelvis against yours to ensure every drop was absorbed by your eager flesh. “You're mine now, forever and always.”

As the final spurts subsided, Aemond collapsed onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily as he savored the aftermath of their coupling.

When Aemond's release flooded your womb, you felt a sense of profound completion wash over you. Your body went limp beneath him, utterly spent yet deeply satisfied.

“Yours...” you echoed softly, the word falling from your kiss-swollen lips in a daze. “Forever and always...”

As exhaustion tugged at you, your limbs grew heavy, and the events of the day settled over you like a warm, thick blanket. Nestled in Aemond’s arms, you felt a strange comfort, a warmth you’d scarcely known, drawing you closer into his embrace as sleep beckoned. The solid strength of him, the steady rhythm of his breathing—it was all that held you tethered as your eyes drifted shut.

“Rest now, my love,” he murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rasp, laced with a possessiveness that left no doubt of his intentions. “We have much to discuss when you’ve recovered.”

Even as you slipped into the gentle embrace of sleep, Aemond remained vigilant, his gaze never leaving you. His mind churned with plans and possibilities, already anticipating the obstacles that lay ahead. He knew that securing his claim upon you—upon both of you—would not come easily.

His arm tightened around you, a silent vow to protect, to possess, to keep you from any force that might try to tear you from him. Whatever it took, no matter the cost, you would remain his. He would allow no other fate.

A faint, triumphant smile touched his lips as he studied your sleeping face, taking in the softness of your features, the way your hair curled against your cheek. Tonight, he would let himself bask in the satisfaction of knowing you were his, that he had claimed your body and heart as surely as he had marked it.

“Sleep well, my queen,” he whispered, reaching out to brush a stray curl from your brow with uncharacteristic gentleness. His thumb lingered a moment, tracing the curve of your cheek, committing every detail to memory.

“Tomorrow, I take you to your new home.”

HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

[thealchemistbae]

Fama Persona Chart: Rising Sign & Its' Degrees🤩

The Rising Sign in your Fama Persona Chart is SO important because it reveals the first impression of your fame energy. It's how the public perceives you, what kind of iconic image you radiate, and what draws people into your world of fame.

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SIGNS:

🎆: Aries Rising -> Fame hits you fast and loud. You're known for going after what you want with zero hesitation. You're recognized for your courage and originality. People remember your confidence, style, and how you always seem one step ahead.

🎆: Taurus Rising -> You exude luxurious, grounded energy. Your fame comes from your beauty, voice, or consistency. You might be known for a signature look, a calming presence, or material success. Fame finds you slowly but sticks. You age like fine wine and may be a beauty or fashion icon.

🎆: Gemini Rising -> Famous for your voice, ideas, or versatility. You're the social butterfly, trend chaser, and smart mouth. Witty, multi-talented, and always booked. You may become well known for your interviews, public speaking, or playing multiple roles across different industries.

🎆: Cancer Rising -> You're adored for your softness, intuition, or emotional depth. People see you as relatable and nurturing. Your fame may start young or be tied to your vulnerability. You're known for emotional connection and maternal/family themes.

🎆: Leo Rising -> This is star quality incarnate. Big hair, big presence, big energy. You shine naturally and crave the spotlight, and people love to give it to you. You're instantly seen as a celebrity even before you're famous. People treat you like royalty.

🎆: Virgo Rising -> Famous for your brain. precision, and aesthetic. You give polished and practical. You may be known for attention to detail, beauty, and discipline. Quietly powerful, consistently respected.

🎆: Libra Rising -> This is the classic beauty/fame rising. You're known for grace, charm, and balance. People admire your looks and diplomatic vibes. You're famous for your appearance, relationships, or branding. You may be the face of a generation.

🎆: Scorpio Rising -> You're mysterious, magnetic, and unforgettable. You draw fame with your intensity. You gain fame from powerful transformations, a signature look, or emotional depth. People are obsessed with figuring you out.

🎆: Sagittarius Rising -> You're the wild card. Your fame is global, big, and full of personality. You're known for being free-spirited, adventurous, and unfiltered. Fame might come from travel, education, or just being you loudly.

🎆: Capricorn Rising -> You're a boss from day one. People recognize you as serious, iconic, and timeless. Your fame builds with age and respect. You're a legend in the making; classic, clean, and career driven.

🎆: Aquarius Rising -> You're famous for being different, futuristic, and innovative. You're iconic for breaking the mold. Fame may come through activism, uniqueness, or standing for something powerful.

🎆: Pisces Rising -> You exude ethereal, dreamlike energy. Fame often feels destined. You're known for your mystery, art, and emotion. People project fantasies onto you, and your presence feels otherworldly.

DEGREES:

✨: 0° -> Fresh, bold energy; fame often hits fast and strong. You're seen as a pioneer, known for starting new trends or movements.

✨: 1° -> Magnetic and noticeable; your public image has an undeniable pull. Fame comes through leadership or being first in your scene.

✨: 2° -> Creative and dramatic; your presence demands attention, and you're often known for your flair or performance style.

✨: 3° -> Ambitious and energetic; you're viewed as a hustler or go getter. Fame arises through visible hard work and determination.

✨: 4° -> Charming and diplomatic; people love your approachable vibe, which helps your fame grow steadily and warmly.

✨: 5° -> Social and communicative; you gain fame through your artistic talents, children, networking, or media presence. Leo degree - short term fame or fame as a kid/ surrounding children.

✨: 6° -> Balanced and stylish, you're known for grace and good taste, building fame through refinement and aesthetics.

✨: 7° -> Dynamic and expressive; your fame is linked to your ability to entertain and connect emotionally.

✨: 8° -> Bold and authoritative; you project power and command attention, often seen as a natural leader.

✨: 9° -> Optimistic and friendly; your public image is sunny and inviting, drawing people in effortlessly.

✨: 10° -> Polished and professional; you gain respect and fame in traditional or prestigious arenas.

✨: 11° -> Creative and inspiring; your fame is tied to original ideas or artistic vision.

✨: 12° -> Focused and intense; you're known for determination and depth; your fame often tied to serious or meaningful work.

✨: 13° -> Expressive and magnetic; your personality captivates crowds, giving you a strong public appeal.

✨: 14° -> Responsible and reliable; your fame builds slowly but surely, thanks to consistency.

✨: 15° -> Passionate and vibrant; you stand out in crowds for your energy and enthusiasm.

✨: 16° -> Mysterious and intriguing; your fame often has an enigmatic quality, drawing a devoted following.

✨: 17° -> Creative and intellectual; people admire your originality and wit, making your fame both thoughtful and engaging. Leo degree - long term fame.

✨: 18° -> Powerful and confident; your public persona commands respect and attention naturally.

✨: 19° -> Friendly and approachable; you're well liked and known for your warmth.

✨: 20° -> Authoritative and commanding; you project strong leadership, and your fame often relates to positions of power.

✨: 21° -> Optimistic and charismatic; your sunny disposition wins hearts and builds lasting fame.

✨: 22° -> Wise and experienced; you're respected as a mentor or elder figure, with a solid reputation.

✨: 23° -> Energetic and innovative; your fame is connected to new ideas and forward thinking.

✨: 24° -> Confident and regal; you carry yourself like royalty, and your fame is grand and noticeable.

✨: 25° -> Charming and balanced; your fame comes from your ability to connect with many different people.

✨: 26° -> Creative and passionate; your public image is colorful and inspiring.

✨: 27° -> Mysterious and intense; your fame often has depth, attracting a loyal niche audience.

✨: 28° -> Magnetic and legendary; people remember you for your unique presence and lasting impact. Household name.

✨: 29° -> Sophisticated and refined; your fame is timeless, marked by elegance and distinction.

What is your FPC rising sign and degree ? Mine is Taurus rising at 28 degrees. I am a beauty/fashion influencer on Instagram.

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[unhingedromione]

As a trans person, I am never, ever, ever giving up Harry Potter. And our fandom isn't going anywhere. Fucking deal with it.

Around this time last year, when JKR made some stupid comment (totally forgetting which one, there's just been so many at this point), I wrote a defense of Harry Potter fans' decision to remain in the fandom that essentially boiled down to this: giving up this fandom means giving up our people. In the wake of JKR's horrendous role in the anti-scientific UK Supreme Court ruling conflating sex with gender, this sentiment remains exactly the same.

I don't begrudge any HP fan who can no longer engage with JKR's IP due to this vile development. But I remain loud and proud in my support of the ✨community✨ that Harry Potter has brought together. As I mentioned in my last post, this community is not only full of the funniest, nicest, cleverest, and most creative people I've ever met in my life, but it is also the most diverse I have ever been a part of — and as an extrovert and community organizer who has lived in four different countries and speaks three languages, I have met a shit ton of people and been a part of lots of communities, significantly more than the average person. You are out of your mind if you think I am going to turn my back on the community that has been so critical to my survival as a queer, brown, neurodivergent, depressed, burnt out, poor Muslim femme in this capitalist, fascist hellscape. Day in and day out, my friends and I are pushing forward some of the most powerful narratives about queer, trans, and colonial liberation that society has to offer, which will have ripple effects on media and pop culture in the time to come (as is the nature of fandom). Nothing JKR can do or say will take that away from us. Nothing.

So to everyone who wants to claim that we're being transphobic for FREELY engaging with JKR's IP and doing things with it that would make her combust — that we're transphobic for wanting to keep this beautiful, generous community in tact — I not so kindly ask you to fuck off and leave us the fuck alone. You resist your way, and we will continue to resist in ours.

[astrolook]

⏳The ‘Unluckiest’ Aspects: Why Some People Always Struggle (And How to Break the Cycle) ⏳

Note: These are my personal observations over the years. The patterns I’ve seen show up again and again in real life, not just in textbooks. If it resonates, cool. If not, toss it to the stars.

Saturn in 1st - Born serious. Life said “smile later.” Grew up faster than everyone else and now wonders why joy feels like a scam. Inner child needs a hug. Might have been bullied as a kid.

Moon in 12th - You may have grown up suppressing feelings to survive. Emotional isolation follows you, even in crowds. No one knows how you're feeling because you don’t either. Emotional GPS is foggy. Cries alone and doesn’t know why. Dreams are emotional landfills.

Mars square Neptune - You swing between chasing visions and total burnout. Also, your anger either leaks out or vanishes when you need it. You’re passionate but disoriented, craving purpose without a map. Motivation disappears like socks in the dryer.

Saturn in 5th - Creativity feels like pressure instead of pleasure. You might fear being seen as silly, vulnerable, or untalented. Tough dating life or non-existent.

Chiron in 2nd - You link value to productivity, money, or external approval. Financial instability = emotional instability. Feels personally attacked by every bill. Buys love or denies pleasure. Abundance feels suspicious.

Moon square Saturn - Emotional constipation. You learned early to suppress emotional needs for safety. You love was likely earned, rationed, or absent. You judge yourself for feeling “too much” or “too little.”

Pluto in 4th - Your family may have had secrets, trauma, or control issues or felt like a pressure cooker. You are on survival mode. You might fear vulnerability because you equate it with danger.

Neptune in 6th - You could get exploited in your work place or it drained you to the core. Your body responds more to emotions than logic. Reality glitches. Could romanticize suffering as devotion to duty, in some cases.

Mars in 12th - You are your own enemy. Anger goes underground. Blows up once a year, spectacularly. You sabotage your own drive before others can judge it. Your anger turns inward, manifesting in anxiety or illness.

Sun opposite Pluto - You’re constantly torn between control and surrender. Power struggles follow you in both relationships and identity. Transformation comes after a meltdown.

Mercury square Saturn - You words buffer in real life. Your thoughts feel like they need a permission slip. You might struggle to communicate because of early invalidation. You second-guess even your clearest ideas.

Mercury rx in 3rd - You overthink your overthinking, then rewrite it three times. Early school years felt like decoding a foreign language. Words often fail you mid-sentence, especially when they matter.

Mars rx in 1st - You feel guilty for wanting things, even basic ones. Anger simmers silently or explodes after repression. You don’t fight until your identity feels erased. Initiative feels hard when self-worth is in question.

Jupiter rx in 5th/9th - Your beliefs come from within, not institutions. You’ve always questioned the rules, even spiritual ones. Teachers disappointed you, so you became your own. Faith is personal, earned, and ever-shifting.

Uranus rx in 5th/11th - You want to fit in just not like them. Seriously, friendships feel like freedom tests or social experiments. You fear conformity but crave belonging.

Mercury rx square Neptune - Communication feels like trying to text through fog. You say one thing, feel another, and mean a third. Imagination is wild but so is your confusion. People misunderstand you and you misunderstand yourself.

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[plutosunshine]

Signs You Are Unforgettable ✨

Leo Placements (Sun, Moon, or Rising) Leo energy is ruled by the Sun itself—so people with strong Leo placements naturally radiate. They're often confident, expressive, and full of life. But what makes them unforgettable isn't just their charisma. It's their consistency of presence.Whether you saw them once or spent years with them, their energy feels like sunshine on your skin: warm, golden, and hard to replicate. Leo Risings especially are memorable for their style, hair, voice, or a strong, regal physical presence. Leo Moons, on the other hand, leave an impression because they give love dramatically and loyally. People remember how seen and valued they made them feel 🌞.

Scorpio Placements (especially Moon, Rising, or Venus) Scorpio is unforgettable because it penetrates. This energy doesn’t skate on the surface—it goes deep. Scorpio Risings walk into a room and people feel something shift. There’s often an air of secrecy, power, or raw emotional intensity that you can’t look away from. Scorpio Moons can affect people at a soul level—they don’t just feel, they absorb emotion, and if you’ve been loved (or even hated) by a Scorpio Moon, you won’t forget it. Scorpio Venus? That’s someone whose love is all-consuming. People carry the memory of their passion for years. It’s not always about drama—it’s about emotional imprint. You don't forget a Scorpio, even if you try 🦂.

Aquarius Placements (especially Rising, Sun, or Mercury) Aquarius doesn’t follow trends—they are the trend. People with Aquarius Rising or Sun often leave a mark because of how uniquely they express themselves. They might have unconventional style, ideas, or behavior that seems weird until it becomes cool years later. But what’s unforgettable about them is that they usually show up as themselves, regardless of judgment. Aquarius Mercury? That’s someone whose ideas blow your mind and make you question everything you thought you knew. They live on in people’s memories as “the one who changed my perspective.” ⚡

Pisces Placements (especially Moon, Rising, or Neptune on the Ascendant) There’s something dreamlike about strong Pisces energy. These people tend to blur the line between reality and fantasy in others’ eyes. Their presence is soft, soulful, and often healing—almost like a balm. A Pisces Moon will understand your emotions without you saying a word. A Pisces Rising might be remembered for their eyes, their aura, or how they made you feel safe or inspired. They’re often artistic, musical, or emotionally intuitive—and people often fall in love with them without knowing why. They become symbols of lost innocence, deep love, or creative muse energy. They haunt dreams, inspire art, or remain an unresolved mystery ✨.

Venus in Libra or Taurus Venus is the planet of love and beauty, and in its home signs, it becomes magnetic. Venus in Libra people are unforgettable because they know how to connect with others gracefully. Their charm is refined, thoughtful, and emotionally intelligent. Venus in Taurus carries a more sensual, earthy magnetism. They're unforgettable for how they feel physically—warm hugs, beautiful voices, soft touch, great taste. They bring beauty into the everyday in a way people long for again after they’re gone. Venus in either sign can make people feel seen, desirable, and adored—and that feeling lingers.

Pluto or Neptune on the Ascendant or Midheaven If you’ve got Pluto conjunct your Ascendant, people sense your power immediately. It’s not always obvious or loud, but it’s felt. You trigger something in others, whether that’s desire, fear, admiration, or transformation. It’s hard to be “neutral” around Pluto-Ascendant people—they become key players in other people’s life stories. Neptune on the Ascendant or Midheaven is a bit more ghostly but just as memorable. You might be idealized, projected on, or even misunderstood, but people remember the feeling you gave them. It’s a lingering sense of awe, melancholy, or love that defies logic.

North Node in the 1st House or conjunct the Ascendant These people often feel like they’re meant to be seen. There’s something about them that makes others think, “They’re going somewhere.” They may not even realize it, but people remember their potential, their presence, or how they seemed destined for something bigger.

What’s important to remember is that being unforgettable doesn’t always come from beauty or popularity—it comes from energy. The kind of presence that alters someone’s state of mind, leaves them curious, or emotionally moved. Some people leave behind information; unforgettable people leave behind impression.

[astrologydray]

✨Fama In The Signs✨

🔮 Fama in the Signs — Your Signature of Recognition

Fama in your chart’s zodiac sign describes how your name becomes known and why people talk about you. It shows the style, energy, or aura behind your reputation—whether it’s loud and glamorous, mysterious and quiet, or something in between. The sign of Fama colors your fame, legacy, or public image.

♈ Fama in Aries:

You’re known for boldness, courage, and initiating action. People remember you for being a leader, risk-taker, or someone who made the first move. Fame can come fast—but so can controversy.

♉ Fama in Taurus:

Your reputation is built through consistency, beauty, or material achievements. Known for your voice, aesthetic, or taste—your fame grows slowly but lasts. Others admire your calm magnetism.

♊ Fama in Gemini:

People know you for your words, wit, or adaptability. Fame may come through writing, speaking, or storytelling. You’re talked about because you’re constantly in motion—always learning or saying something intriguing.

♋ Fama in Cancer:

You’re recognized for your emotional depth, nurturing nature, or connection to home and family. Fama here can reflect public sympathy, a protective image, or fame tied to your personal life.

♌ Fama in Leo:

A natural spotlight placement—you’re known for your creativity, charisma, and flair. Whether it’s performance, leadership, or sheer presence, people can’t help but notice. Fame suits you.

♍ Fama in Virgo:

Fame comes through precision, service, or intellect. People respect you for your mind, attention to detail, or your helpful nature. You may become known for solving problems or perfecting a craft.

♎ Fama in Libra:

You gain recognition through beauty, diplomacy, relationships, or aesthetics. Others see you as refined, charming, or a tastemaker. Fame may be connected to who you’re aligned with or how you balance others.

♏ Fama in Scorpio:

You’re famous (or infamous) for your intensity, mystery, and transformation. People may whisper your name with fascination or fear. Fama in Scorpio draws deep attention and lasting intrigue.

♐ Fama in Sagittarius:

Known for your ideas, beliefs, travels, or truth-telling. You might gain fame for your bold honesty, teaching, or philosophies. Your name travels far—literally and figuratively.

♑ Fama in Capricorn:

You earn fame through hard work, status, or long-term achievement. You’re remembered as someone serious, reliable, or powerful. This is a slow-burn fame that builds legacy.

♒ Fama in Aquarius:

People recognize you for being original, visionary, or rebellious. You may be known for breaking rules, innovating, or standing out from the crowd. Fame often comes through social movements or digital spaces.

♓ Fama in Pisces:

You’re known for your dreaminess, art, spirituality, or compassion. This placement can bring elusive or symbolic fame—you’re remembered for what you evoke, not just what you do. Fame may feel surreal.

[maielasworld]

💲Astrological Aspects That Reveal a Soul Made for Prosperity 💲

"Not all wealth is made of gold. Some shine through the lines of your birth chart"

✨ Houses of Fortune ✨

💎2nd House: Speaks of the money you earn through your own efforts, your talents, and personal resources.

💰 Jupiter here expands financial opportunities and brings luck in material gains.

💰 Venus attracts prosperity with grace, charm, and artistic or aesthetic talents.

💰 The Sun brings personal radiance and the confidence to build wealth.

💰 Pluto indicates potential to accumulate great resources, often through control and strategy.

💎8th House: Related to inheritance, investments, sexuality, and all shared resources.

💰 Jupiter brings luck with other people’s money, inheritances, or advantageous partnerships.

💰 Venus softens intense themes and may indicate gains through intimate relationships or collaborations.

💰 The Sun illuminates your capacity to regenerate and transform, including financially.

💰 Pluto here is very powerful: it shows mastery over hidden energies and a great ability for financial rebirth.

💎10th House: Represents career, status, and public achievements.

💰 Jupiter here promises growth, recognition, and prestigious authority.

💰 Venus attracts popularity, beauty, and success in creative or social fields.

💰 The Sun shows clear vocation, professional shine, and natural leadership.

💰 Pluto indicates deep ambition and power to reach high positions, often rising "from nothing."

✨ Planets of Wealth ✨

Jupiter: cosmic luck and expansion.

Venus: magnetism, beauty, values.

Sun: personal brilliance and leadership.

Pluto: deep and transformative wealth.

✨ Golden Aspects ✨ (conjunctions, trines, or sextiles)

Jupiter + Venus or Sun = luck and abundance.

Sun + Pluto = influence and personal power.

Saturn + Jupiter or Sun = wealth through structure and time.

Moon + Jupiter = emotional and material security.

⭐ Enchanting Fixed Stars ⭐ (when activated)

✨ Regulus (Leo): royal power, fame, and success.

⭐ Spica (Virgo): magical talents and unexpected fortune.

✨ Antares (Sagittarius): ambition and intensity.

⭐ Alphard (Leo): emotional and material wealth — with balance.

🌬️Cosmic Tip:

Look for the Part of Fortune in your birth chart.

If it's in Earth signs (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn),

you have the gift of turning everything you touch into gold.

Remember:

"Your chart is a mirror of your soul."

"True wealth begins within you."

"The sky only confirms what your heart already knew."

[cazshmere]

Asteroid Kleopatra (216) in the houses: and where you can easily claim your power and use your charm to get things working out your way ;)

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DISCLAIMER: These are just my personal observations and are meant for entertainment purposes only; it may not resonate with everyone due to the nuances of astrology. Please respect my work and avoid copying or stealing it. Enjoy reading!!

KLEOPATRA IN THE 1ST HOUSE ✨

⚜️ With asteroid Kleopatra in your 1st house, your charisma is immediately apparent to others. This placement embodies the ultimate girlboss energy! You possess a magnetic presence that draws people to you effortlessly. You have the ability to be strategic, especially when it comes to achieving your personal goals. Your beauty and allure are prominent, making you stand out in any crowd. This placement suggests a strong desire to assert your identity and personal power, often using your charm to influence others and get what you want. Y’all have such powerful and enigmatic personalities too!

KLEOPATRA IN THE 2ND HOUSE ✨

⚜️ I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT Y’ALL ARE SO STUNNING!! With Kleopatra in the 2nd house, this asteroid enhances your ability to attract wealth and material possessions through your charm and strategic mind. You can be particularly persuasive when it comes to financial matters, using your allure to secure resources and support. Your beauty and charisma can play a significant role in your earning potential. This placement suggests a desire to achieve power and security through financial means; in other words, y’all could likely be a sugar baby, hehe.

KLEOPATRA IN THE 3RD HOUSE ✨

⚜️ OKAY, THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST PLACEMENTS TO HAVE THIS ASTEROID IN, because these people are the definition of smooth talkers. With Kleopatra in the 3rd house, your wit and charm shine through your communication skills. Your persuasion skills are over the top. Your charisma makes you a captivating speaker, and you can easily influence those around you with your words. This placement also suggests a desire to achieve power through knowledge and intellectual pursuits—very, very smart people. Y’all can be good with coming up with witty comebacks and jokes <33

KLEOPATRA IN THE 4TH HOUSE ✨

⚜️ This placement SCREAMS "in my home, I rule" (in the best possible way, lmao), very regal energy here! You may use your charm to influence family members and create a harmonious domestic environment. Your beauty and allure can play a role in your family dynamics, making you a central figure in your household. Could probably be known as the “pretty cousin,” yk? This placement indicates a desire to achieve power within the family unit and to make significant changes at home.

KLEOPATRA IN THE 5TH HOUSE ✨

⚜️ ANOTHER GIRLBOSS PLACEMENT TO HAVE, y’all literally have the BEST PERSONALITY, and if someone disagrees, they can perish😘 (jk). THIS IS THE ACTUAL RIZZLER PLACEMENT 😭😭. Bro, y’all can pull anyone y’all want. SO NATURAL AT FLIRTING TOO, LMAO. Your charm makes you irresistible in social settings, and you can easily use your wits to entertain and captivate others. This placement suggests a desire to achieve power through creative expression and romantic conquests. Y’all, this placement honestly screams main character energy 💅🏼

KLEOPATRA IN THE 6TH HOUSE ✨

⚜️ That one person in the workplace who’s got literally everyone turning their heads to look at who you are IS LITERALLY THIS PLACEMENT. People can’t help but stare at y’all. Very persuasive, especially in the work environment. Can easily achieve a higher position by just using their words and strategic thinking. I BET MOST OF YOUR COLLEAGUES secretly or very openly have a crush on you or just flirt with you, lmao. Can easily get proposals accepted, or your idea is the one that could be utilized when it comes to your workplace

KLEOPATRA IN THE 7TH HOUSE ✨

⚜️ Y’all are like the people that have 4,626,263 people waiting in line just to take you out 😭😭, but y’all have HIGH STANDARDS (as you should 😘). So, with Kleopatra in the 7th house, your charisma shines in your one-on-one relationships. You possess an alluring presence that can attract significant partners, both romantic and business. You guys could be the more dominant one in the relationship, and y’all will have people on their knees for you 🛐🛐. Sometimes, y’all might just flirt your way to opportunities lmfao

KLEOPATRA IN THE 8TH HOUSE ✨

⚜️ SO SO SO POWERFUL, bowing down in front of you, queen🛐🛐. Your energy… oof... everyone CAN SENSE IT, and you best believe they’re confused if they should be intimidated or turned on 😭😭 (maybe both😌🫣). In the 8th house, Kleopatra enhances your ability to influence and transform through your charismatic and strategic nature. Your beauty and allure can attract powerful connections, and you may find yourself drawn to situations involving shared resources, such as investments or inheritances. Y’all could attract super-rich people, or you yourself could have a lot of MONEYYYY✨

KLEOPATRA IN THE 9TH HOUSE ✨

⚜️ Have y’all ever had an airport crush 😻?? That hot stranger you lock eyes with and find yourself so attracted to them? Like?? Yep, it’s this placement right here!!! This is such a weird thing, but y’all could easily get your desired seat when you’re traveling in a plane or train or whatever transport it is😭. Somehow, things are always working out for you!! Your charisma makes you a captivating teacher or speaker, and you can easily influence others with your ideas and beliefs. If y’all are in some foreign country, you best believe a shit ton of people probably have a crush on you or just find you super attractive 🫣

KLEOPATRA IN THE 10TH HOUSE ✨

⚜️ Y’ALL GIVE EXTREMELY REGAL ENERGY, FR. YOU ARE LITERALLY THE HOT MAFIA CEO IN EVERY WATTPAD FANFIC 😭💅🏼(excluding all the toxicity, ofc💀). In the 10th house, Kleopatra brings a charismatic and strategic presence to your career and public life. You possess the ability to use your charm and cunning to climb the professional ladder and achieve recognition in your chosen field. Your beauty and allure can significantly impact your public image, making you a prominent figure in your industry. There’s this song called “fucked my way to the top” by Lana Del Rey, and umm, quite a possibility, tbh🫣😭. Regardless, y’all would have been ON TOP either way

KLEOPATRA IN THE 11TH HOUSE ✨

⚜️ This is the friend who always takes charge when it comes to hosting events or get-togethers, and all your friends genuinely admire you and LOVE to follow your lead. Y’all are the types to playfully flirt with your friends too🤭. You have the ability to influence and lead groups, using your charm to rally support for causes and projects. Your beauty and allure can make you a popular figure within your social circles. You literally could be a social media influencer because, girl, you best believe you are definitely INFLUENCING A LOT OF PEOPLE 😌. This placement suggests a desire to achieve power through social connections and collective efforts, often using your wits to create change within your community

KLEOPATRA IN THE 12TH HOUSE✨

⚜️ MY ETHEREAL BABIES🥹, okay, so tbh, with this placement, people tend to underestimate you and think you aren’t good at asserting yourself, but that’s exactly what YOU WANT them to think. Playing dumb but knowing literally everything and they could destroy you if they wanted to (don’t test them, fr). They may look ditzy or something, but TRUST ME, they are FAR from it. Super fucking intuitive too. Their intuition could help them pick the best option for them!! (Listen to your intuition, peeps). Also, everyone is A TAD BIT subconsciously attracted to you😭, like they can’t even help it. Your allure and strategic mind can help you navigate the hidden aspects of life, such as dreams, intuition, and the collective unconscious. This placement suggests a desire to achieve power through spiritual growth and understanding, often using your charm to uncover hidden truths. Y’all honestly give siren vibes (in the best possible way)😌.

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The fact that Aziraphale chose to listen to Shostakovich among all other classical composers says a lot.

Shostakovich was one of the brightest musicians of his time in the USSR. His ideas and music had revolutionary themes and pictures repressive power of Soviet Leaders.

Back then, Soviet Union eliminated anyone who thought differently or had different opinions on how the state should be governed and how people should live in there.

Shostakovich was terrified of the government and, for a while, stopped releasing his creative music, instead keeping a low profile and went with the flow until he didn’t.

I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS BASTARD IS DOING. But I believe in him. I think he has a plan.

Aziraphale, you go, girl ✨