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imavampirebutitsok · 2 years ago
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After dark…
When the mutt’s bark
Finally fell silent.
I had been leaving forgotten island
Which had the dirty mark
In my misty mind.
It was behind…
The tortured part,
Of my broken heart…
I came to my acausual devine,
And asked for some flask of “wine”.
Unholy Spirit gave its bloody part,
And familiarized me with a comrade…
Overnight!
The secret scarlet curtain —
Became tore apart…
Ego faced up with brand new dyad!
It was her, my newfound bargain,
Which felt from the mysterious air…
When I reached her hideous heart:
I got, she’s my personal “Noah ark”
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zahramorningstar · 1 year ago
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Lift off, mount,
Swimming the cosmic deep
Eyes, full of depth, sparkling
Dark as the vastness of the sea
Feeling, wanting to drink them in endlessly
So much more than meets the eye
Traveler, wanderer, thru the passages of time
Twirling, ecstatic,
Dancing, whirling dervish
Myriad of odes to the mystical sufis
Voice honey,
Soothing the calmest of calamities
Companion of Aphrodite.....
♡Written By Me♡
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tigirl-and-co · 2 years ago
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You know, when I was reading the MLP idw comics and they said they were going to Zecora's homeland, I was REAL worried at first. There's like a million ways to handle it really badly
And then they got there and it was just like 'no actually everyone else is super normal. Zecora, specifically, is just kind of a freak and she's like that on purpose.' and I laughed so hard I pulled a muscle.
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blueheartbookclub · 1 year ago
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"Whispers of Wonderland: Arthur Edward Waite's Dance with the Fairies"
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Arthur Edward Waite, known for his profound contributions to mysticism and esotericism, unveils a lesser-known facet of his literary prowess in "A Lyric of the Fairy Land, and Other Poems." This collection, a tapestry of enchanting verses, demonstrates Waite's ability to transcend the boundaries of the mundane and beckon readers into the mystical realms of fairy tales and poetic reverie.
At the heart of the collection lies the titular poem, "A Lyric of the Fairy Land," a mesmerizing composition that serves as a portal to an otherworldly domain. Waite's verses, akin to incantations, evoke a sense of wonder, inviting readers to journey through landscapes where the veil between reality and fantasy is gossamer-thin. The poet employs rich and evocative language, creating a dreamscape where every word is a brushstroke, painting vivid images of ethereal landscapes and magical beings.
Waite's exploration of fairyland is not confined to mere whimsy; it is a profound quest that delves into the essence of human experience. Through the prism of fairy tales, he reflects on themes that resonate universally — love, loss, longing, and the perennial search for meaning. The poet infuses these timeless themes with a unique alchemy, transforming them into something both familiar and extraordinary.
The collection is a testament to Waite's mastery of poetic form and rhythm. Each poem is a carefully crafted jewel, showcasing his ability to weave intricate patterns of rhyme and meter. Whether capturing the ephemeral beauty of nature or delving into the mysteries of the human soul, Waite's verses are imbued with a musicality that enchants the reader and lingers in the mind long after the pages are turned.
As readers traverse the pages of "A Lyric of the Fairy Land," they find themselves in the company of sprites, nymphs, and other fantastical beings. Yet, beneath the surface, Waite invites contemplation on the intersection of the magical and the mundane, encouraging readers to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.
In conclusion, Arthur Edward Waite's "A Lyric of the Fairy Land, and Other Poems" is a captivating journey into realms where imagination reigns supreme. Through his poetic lens, Waite not only revitalizes the enchantment of fairy tales but also provides readers with a mirror to reflect on the deeper facets of their own lives. This collection stands as a testament to the enduring power of poetry to transport, transform, and illuminate the human experience.
"A Lyric of the Fairy Land, and Other Poems." by Arthur Edward Waite is available in Amazon in paperback 10.99$ and hardcover 18.99$ editions.
Number of pages: 136
Language: English
Rating: 8/10                                           
Link of the book!
Review By: King's Cat
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tainoodles · 2 years ago
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I keep forgetting about the aspirations awards, but thankfully remembered that smart milk was a thing one day before Cosmo’s birthday. So he went from not having any of the toddler skills to all four in no time. 
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willknightauthor · 2 years ago
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radicalposture · 2 years ago
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i’m reading benjamin disraelis sybil and i’m in actual hysterics ok so. this chapter opens with a character being blindfolded and brought into a mysterious meeting of masked and robed men who say stuff like ‘brethren, i denounce john such and such for taking work by the piece’ and ‘brethren, be it your will that there shall be a turnout at the mill this week’ and like ominous chanting and a sacred tome and stuff and i was like. ok he’s either being inducted into a satanic cult or like. the masons??? and the chapter ends with the solemn pronouncement ‘Thus terminated the initiation of Dandy Mick into a TRADES UNION.’
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soullessmoon420 · 7 months ago
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N a t u r e
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H e a l i n ‘
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trentboswell · 10 months ago
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imavampirebutitsok · 2 years ago
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Yesterday, I fell asleep.
And like a wandering off sheep,
You came to me and made a nip.
And I felt it like a hit,
And then…
I really did understand.
That I’m not a freak,
And I didn’t meet
my life time end…
‘Cause I waited you almost weak,
And finally in that period peak.
You kissed my pale cheek,
Because you knew I’m week…
And then…
You take me by your hand.
I was, before of you, truly meek,
So you started to speak:
“I won’t let you meet your end,
So together we will find our land.”
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blueheartbooks · 1 year ago
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"Whispers of Wonderland: Arthur Edward Waite's Dance with the Fairies"
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Arthur Edward Waite, known for his profound contributions to mysticism and esotericism, unveils a lesser-known facet of his literary prowess in "A Lyric of the Fairy Land, and Other Poems." This collection, a tapestry of enchanting verses, demonstrates Waite's ability to transcend the boundaries of the mundane and beckon readers into the mystical realms of fairy tales and poetic reverie.
At the heart of the collection lies the titular poem, "A Lyric of the Fairy Land," a mesmerizing composition that serves as a portal to an otherworldly domain. Waite's verses, akin to incantations, evoke a sense of wonder, inviting readers to journey through landscapes where the veil between reality and fantasy is gossamer-thin. The poet employs rich and evocative language, creating a dreamscape where every word is a brushstroke, painting vivid images of ethereal landscapes and magical beings.
Waite's exploration of fairyland is not confined to mere whimsy; it is a profound quest that delves into the essence of human experience. Through the prism of fairy tales, he reflects on themes that resonate universally — love, loss, longing, and the perennial search for meaning. The poet infuses these timeless themes with a unique alchemy, transforming them into something both familiar and extraordinary.
The collection is a testament to Waite's mastery of poetic form and rhythm. Each poem is a carefully crafted jewel, showcasing his ability to weave intricate patterns of rhyme and meter. Whether capturing the ephemeral beauty of nature or delving into the mysteries of the human soul, Waite's verses are imbued with a musicality that enchants the reader and lingers in the mind long after the pages are turned.
As readers traverse the pages of "A Lyric of the Fairy Land," they find themselves in the company of sprites, nymphs, and other fantastical beings. Yet, beneath the surface, Waite invites contemplation on the intersection of the magical and the mundane, encouraging readers to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.
In conclusion, Arthur Edward Waite's "A Lyric of the Fairy Land, and Other Poems" is a captivating journey into realms where imagination reigns supreme. Through his poetic lens, Waite not only revitalizes the enchantment of fairy tales but also provides readers with a mirror to reflect on the deeper facets of their own lives. This collection stands as a testament to the enduring power of poetry to transport, transform, and illuminate the human experience.
"A Lyric of the Fairy Land, and Other Poems." by Arthur Edward Waite is available in Amazon in paperback 10.99$ and hardcover 18.99$ editions.
Number of pages: 136
Language: English
Rating: 8/10                                           
Link of the book!
Review By: King's Cat
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zaldritzosrose · 12 days ago
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Sell Your Soul (Vampire!Aemond x Mortal!Reader x Wolf!Aegon)
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Summary: The blood of Old Valyria was steeped in mysticism and magic. There was no rhyme or reason to the powers a Targaryen received. Some saw it as a curse. Others, like the brother princes, saw them as a blessing. Power beyond measure and they used it to their advantage. The mortals would send a tribute in return for protection, but what happens when both brothers covet the prize?
CW: MINORS DNI, afab reader, she/her pronouns, supernatural au, polyamory (sharing is caring), profanity, innuendo, mentions of blood/injury,, primal play, threesome (mutual participation from all parties), oral (f receiving), p in v sex, anal penetration (male receiving), multiple orgasms.
Words: 6069
No beta...let chaos ensue!
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For centuries, the mortals of Westeros had paid tribute to their Valyrian rulers. Countless sent to the Red Keep to pay for the protection the silver haired immortals gave them.
There was little rhyme or reason to the supernatural abilities of a Targaryen. Some would shift their shape, some would turn into a beast on a full moon, others would eternally sate themselves on mortal blood.
Whatever they became, they were immortal.
Once every quarter, a new tribute would be sent to the Keep. It was only the two princes who now partook in the ceremony. Taking it in turns to receive a tribute every quarter.
This quarter, the turn belonged to Prince Aemond.
The One-Eyed Prince had long since mastered his thirst for mortal blood. Usually sating himself on a planned hunt or on the battlefield.  But his favourite time of the year was his tribute months. Knowing he would have a subservient mortal to bend to his will?
He enjoyed nothing more.
Prince Aegon on the other hand, let the beast within control everything he was. He had succumbed to his nature so deeply that he could shift his form on a whim. A true connection between man and beast. The amber in his eyes a constant reminder of his true being.
Their father had long rescinded his claim, living out his immortality on the Targaryen’s ancestral seat of Dragonstone. The once King Viserys was joined by his eldest daughter and her family, who like Viserys, had chosen to remove themselves from royal life.
Their sister, Helaena, had returned to Oldtown with their mother. Birthing Targaryens had lengthened Alicent’s life substantially, but neither enjoyed immortality as the brothers did.
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You were of a Noble House. Not as grand as the likes of the Baratheons or Lannisters or as ingrained into Westerosi history as the Starks. But your family were known well enough.
The tributes were chosen at random. Though no one knew the true details of the selection process. Only that a letter, sealed with a red dragon, would appear by raven at the door of the one chosen.
This quarter, the letter arrived at your family’s door.
The preparation for your journey to the Red Keep was intensive and felt wildly unnecessary.
The luxurious bath filled with petals and oils, permeating your skin and your senses. The gown that had been designed and made solely for the event. A silken dress of sapphire blue, golds and black. The colours not of House Targaryen, but of Prince Aemond.
You were to belong to him, to his House. Not you.
You were no longer your own person. You were to be owned. To serve Prince Aemond’s wishes, whatever they may be.
So, into the carriage you went. With a singular chest of your more precious belongings. The books you had kept since you were a child, a favoured shawl for when the night’s cooled. Your father had been assured, within the letter, that everything else would be provided for.
Your life was soon to change forever. Little did you know just how much.
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The throne room was opened in preparation for the tribute’s arrival. Aemond had ensured he’d hunted the night before, keeping his thirst at bay for the new arrival.
The Iron Throne was shared between the brothers now. When Aegon chose to take his lupine form, Aemond would sit the throne. When Aemond was out hunting, usually for up to a week, Aegon would take charge.
The younger prince sat comfortably on the throne. His posture the perfect mix between relaxed and upright. Fingers tapping against the iron blades beneath his arm.
Waiting.
The heavy doors to the hall soon opened, two guards flanking a young woman. The only movement from the prince was a straighter back as he waited for the mortal tribute to be brought to him.
“Your tribute, my prince,” one of the guards urged you forward with a firm push.
You immediately dropped to a curtsy. You had heard the stories of the princes. Prince Aemond was the fiercer of the pair in his brutality and blood lust. Whereas Prince Aegon was every bit the animal, frivolous and lustful in his demeanour.
He held out his hand in silence, waiting for you to take it.
And take it you did.
His skin was like ice. Soft yet cold, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling.
“My lady,” Aemond purred, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to it.
But his lips lingered, the tip of his nose now pushed into your floral scented skin. It wrinkled slightly at the scent, but he continued on whatever path he had planned. Tracing down to your wrist until he could nestle again your vein.
You felt him inhale deeply, the low grumble of satisfaction within his chest should have put you edge.
“You smell delightful.”
Aemond said the words with no more gravitas than if he was complimenting your gown or the weather. Goosebumps rose on your arms as he pressed another kiss to the veins on your wrist.
“Thank you, my prince.” Was all you could manage, your voice barely a whisper but he heard you well enough.
Delightful wasn’t a good enough word, Aemond thought.
You smelled divine.
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Aegon had heard the carriage arrive, watched as the guards led you into the Keep. You were beautiful. A small growl of frustration had left him when he remembered you weren’t to be his to claim this time.
But he had followed. Slipped behind the pillars of the throne room as you entered. Amber eyes able to see better in the low light that his brother preferred.
And he watched.
Watched you walk to stand at Aemond’s feet. Watched as you curtsied before the younger prince. And watched as Aemond sated himself with your scent.
A scent he could smell from here. So sweet. The mix of floral oils and the blood that ran in your veins. You smelled more delicious than any mortal he had smelled in a long time.
And yet fate had not brought you to his feet.
But he wanted you, nonetheless. Aemond could never treat you as you should be treated. Use you as you should be used.
No. You needed a beast.
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The chambers were grander than anything you had ever slept in before. You wagered they were grander than your entire family home.
Plush bedding in deep purples and blues. A heavy four poster bed in a deep mahogany, carved with what looked like dragon wings.
One wall was filled with shelves crammed full of books. Histories, poetry, romance and everything between.
The opposite side had a large vanity, perfumes and oils placed neatly on the dark wood. A door to the side showed you a balcony, though the prince made you promise to keep the heavy drapes closed if he entered the room.
Aemond leaned against the door frame, watching you inspect every inch of the chamber with fascination. He couldn’t count how many mortals had taken to this chamber before you. His brother had his own in his corridor of the keep for the same purpose. But he would never tell you as such.
He had learned long ago, mortals found fascination in the most pedestrian of things. And to have you happy, would only make you taste sweeter.
“Thank you, my prince. I have never seen a room so beautiful.”
Aemond smiled, the sharp tips of his fangs grazing his lip. He walked towards you, his back straight and his steps slow.
“I am glad. These are to be your chambers for your time here. Do with them as you please, but always be ready should I call.”
You nodded. The terms seemed simple enough. You were to serve the prince however he pleased. Be it to fuck or to feed.
You were his now.
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Aegon could smell it. The sweet scent of the bath the servants had drawn for you.
Of course you were to be bathed. Aemond enjoyed his meals when they were fresh and warm. A hot bath would only warm your blood and calm your nerves.
But the smell was like a torment.
Reminding him over and over that you were not his.
He had never felt like this during one of Aemond’s quarters before. None of the other tributes in those times had ever entranced him as you did.
And Aemond knew. Aegon could tell.
The way his brother’s nose twitched in the throne room; it wasn’t in reaction to your perfumes. It was in reaction to him. The musky scent of a wolf had not always been a scent Aemond enjoyed.
Aemond had known he was in the throne room. His brother was intelligent, perceptive. He’d have known exactly why Aegon was there.
Which would only make what he planned all that more satisfying.
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Morning came and a tray of food had been left on the small table at the foot of your bed. You settled on to the couch to eat before noticing the small scroll next to your pot of tea.
The daylight hours are yours to do with as you please. All I ask is that you do not leave the Keep walls, that way I know you are safe and well.
I will send a servant for you when the night comes. Every night, you will come to my chambers. Clothes will be left for you every morning. Your meals will be delivered to your chambers, or wherever you would prefer to eat.
Anything you need, do not hesitate to ask.
Aemond.
You read the note twice more. Committing every word to memory. You knew there would be rules, but you had not expected as much freedom as you were apparently being offered.
“I can go as I please…?” you mumbled to yourself.
The rules made sense, of course. You were a payment to the Prince; it was understandable he would not want you to venture far. The intricacies of what you would do in his chambers remained a curiosity. You had asked the Maester in your family home about the Targaryens. More specifically about those of a vampiric nature.
It was known before the letter arrived who the tribute would go to. So, when it arrived at your door, you immediately demanded everything the Maester knew.
No sunlight for Prince Aemond.
No silver for Prince Aegon.
Prince Aemond would sustain himself on mortal blood, though animal would suffice if he was desperate.
Prince Aegon would shift with the turn of the moon, becoming more beast than man.
The Maester had made sure you knew everything; despite your reminder you were serving only Prince Aemond. But the Maester had heard the stories. Both brothers were vicious in their own right. He wanted you to be well prepared.
You finished your breakfast and moved to get tread for the day. As the note had promised, clothes had filled your wardrobe. A variety of gowns in all manner of fabric and colour. Though there was one consistency you noticed. Every single one was a lower neckline than you were accustomed to.
Though when you thought on it, it made sense. As a vampire, Prince Aemond would need…access…to your throat. You assumed that was the main service you would provide anyway.
You chose a lighter gown, having felt the warmth of the sun coming through the drapes. Your plan for today was simply to explore the Keep. Learn your surroundings.
Though you would soon come to find you were not the only one on the prowl.
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Aegon followed you everywhere during the day, though for the first week or so you never managed to see him. You simply always had the feeling you were being followed. The hairs on the back of your neck would stand on edge. You were sure you could always hear footsteps shadowing yours.
But he always remained out of sight.
You would see him when he allowed it. When he would pass you after dinner, or when you chose to walk the gardens.
But you knew it was him that stalked your every move.
Some nights, you were sure you would see his amber eyes in the shadows.
Aemond, on the other hand, was a curious man. You could never tell if he disliked your presence or craved it. But you had fallen into a comfortable routine.
As soon as the sun set, you would eat your last meal, bathe and walk to Aemond’s chambers. He preferred you dressed simply, not wanting to risk blood stains on one of your more lavish gowns.
You usually sat in his lap, or between his outstretched legs on the bed. His fangs sunk into your neck or wrist.
In the times he took you to bed, which were becoming far more common, he would feed from the flesh of your thighs. Alternating between drinking the blood in your veins and lapping at the slick between your folds.
If your blood wasn’t his means to survive, he’d say your cunt was his most delicious meal.
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A month had passed. Aemond was more enamoured with you by the day. He had drained the last tribute long before a month. But you were different. He enjoyed your company more than he anticipated.
But then there was Aegon.
Time and time again, his elder brother would come asking for one night with you. For Aemond to share you, just temporarily. And tonight was another of those times.
“One night, brother, you can surely spare her for one night?”
It wasn’t that he didn’t wish to share you to spite his brother. Well, that’s what Aemond would tell himself. No, it was to make a point.
They had agreed to take a turn every quarter. Those four months, the new tribute belonged to the chosen brother and him alone.
Changing that now would surely tear down the routine they lived by?
“As I have told you countless times, brother…No.” Aemond said tiredly, this was the second time they’d had this conversation this week.
“Your time for a tribute will come soon enough. You need to exercise patience.”
All that earned Aemond was a rough growl. Amber eyes flashing with rage as the elder prince realised he wouldn’t get his way.
“A deal then.”
It wasn’t a question, or at least Aegon didn’t post it as one.
“What?” Aemond asked simply, returning his attention to the books in his lap.
You would arrive soon, and he wanted Aegon gone by then.
“A deal. A game of sorts.”
Aemond sighed. Whatever it was would be guaranteed to be ridiculous.
“I have no time for jests, Aegon.”
Aegon however, was taking this seriously. Grabbing the book from Aemond and throwing across the room.
“It is not a jest!”
Aemond rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. It was like Aegon was on fire. The entire energy of his body bubbling to the surface. The look in his eyes told Aemond he was truly serious.
“Alright, I’ll indulge your nonsense. What game are you suggesting?”
Aegon sat in front of him, lounging in the armchair in contrast to how Aemond sat perfectly straight backed.
“A hunt. Not to kill as we usually would, but to claim her as a prize. Whoever catches her first is the one she belongs to.”
Silence settled between them while Aemond considered what his brother was saying. If he lost, he would lose you. He wasn’t truly sure if he wanted to risk that. And how would you take being competed over?
“One condition. We tell her. I will not allow her to be caught off guard by it all. She has been a loyal and obedient tribute; she deserves as such.” Aemond finally said, his voice low and calm.
Aegon huffed a little, but he knew agreeing was his only option. His brother was quite possessive of his tributes but treated them far kinder than Aegon.
“A fair compromise. We are agreed then?”
The elder prince held out his hand, as though they were agreeing to something far more pedestrian than the life of a mortal. Aemond took it, one shake sealing their agreement.
And with that, Aegon made to leave the room.
“May the best brother win.”
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You came to Aemond’s chambers at the same time as you had every night you had been here. Dressed in a soft white gown, one of his favourites. Hair flowing in sync with your gown in the breeze coming through Aemond’s window.
The prince preferred his room on the cooler side but would always light a fire if you requested it.
Usually, he was either reading by the unlit fire or lounging on his bed. But the air in the room felt tense as you entered. Aemond stood eerily still by the balcony in his room, moonlight illuminating his lean silhouette.
“My prince?”
Aemond turned slowly, singular gaze softening a little as he looked at you.
“Sweet one. Would you like the fire lit?”
The small goosebumps on your arms gave the answer before your words could. Aemond moved quickly, it was rare for him to allow servants to enter the room once you joined him for the night.
The fire soon roared to life. Your body naturally being drawn to the warmth. Aemond followed, holding his hands out to temper some of his body’s coldness. All for you, of course.
“Thank you, my prince.”
He sat in his armchair, beckoning you to sit in his lap. You had no hesitation, legs both slung across him, your back against the arm of the chair. His arm around your waist and his lips immediately at your neck.
Aemond had every intention of one last feed before he proposed Aegon’s game. Your blood was only second to your company in the things he would miss should he lose.
But even without words, you could tell something was wrong. Even in a month, you could sense a tenseness in how he held you. His hand a little too tight on your waist.
“Is something the matter, my prince?”
You could feel him freeze; teeth just pierced into your throat. He pulled back, laving his tongue over the bite mark before sighing.
“Yes, my dearest. Tis not something I had ever hoped to have to speak on.”
You remained silent. Knowing he would tell you in his own time.
His head rested against the back of the chair. A low hum left his lips as though deciding how to formulate his next sentences.
“My brother…” Aemond started, fingers tightening and loosening on your waist.
“He has proposed something, regarding you.”
The mention of Aegon made you squirm, for reasons you didn’t fully understand. Both brothers were handsome. Aemond in an ethereal, almost demonic way. Aegon in a primal, animalistic way.
Deep down, you knew you wouldn’t dislike being owned by either Targaryen prince.
“Me? What does your brother wish with me?”
You weren’t entirely foolish. You had seen the way Aegon would look at you as he passed. Watching you as you walked the gardens, he was able to stand the sun unlike Aemond. He only ever watched. Spoke if you spoke to him. But his eyes betrayed everything.
Looking at you as one would look at a fine jewel or a decadent meal.
As though he wished to capture and devour.
At first, it had made you uncomfortable. Made you wither under his gaze. But now…now you found yourself seeking it out. Wondering what his touch would be like. Warmer than Aemond’s, most likely. Rougher even, an untamed animal.
Aemond’s nose again the shell of your ear brought you back to your senses.
“He asked me for a deal. He covets you, sweet one.”
Aemond should have been against it. Upset, frustrated, angry. Yet he wasn’t. He had seen how Aegon looked at you. His brother had no shortage of lovers at his beck and call. Walking in daylight allowed far more freedoms.
So for Aegon to covet what belonged to Aemond, it was not something to trifle with.
Your silence prompted him to continue.
“He wishes to compete for you. For us to chase you down and claim you as a prize.”
It shouldn’t have sent heat rushing down to your belly. It shouldn’t have made your cheeks flush. It shouldn’t have made your core twitch with need.
Aemond could smell it. Though in his pride, he believed it was only in response to him.
“And you are telling me because…?”
Aemond inhaled a breath he did not need.
“Because I wish for you to be fully aware…to not be taken by surprise or be taken advantage of.”
You gave your prince a small smile. You knew this was out of possessiveness not love, but it made your heart swell. Your pulse beat just a little faster.
“Do you want to make the deal?”
Aemond pressed a kiss to your pulse.
“I do. Aegon is not one to covet often. To ask such a thing…”
You turned your head. Daring to press a kiss to his forever pouted lips. Aemond smirked, tugging you in deeper.
“Then hunt me, my prince.”
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The time was set. The Kingswood would be the setting. At night, of course. Not close to a full moon so as not to truly risk your life. Everything was designed so that you would be safe, and the competition would be fair.
Your gown was both practical and beautiful. Flowing out in layers of chiffon and silk. Shades of white and soft blues and lilacs. You almost glowed in the moonlight as you and the princes waited at the boundary of the woods. You were more than thankful the night was a warm one.
The brothers talked between them, too low for you to hear. You simply waited.
Soon, both were at your sides.
“Run as fast as you can, sweet one.” Aemond said softly, twirling a lock of your hair in his fingers.
“We will give you a head start.” Aegon chuckled, his chest just close enough to your back that you could feel the heat of him.
You nodded. Bustling your skirts to make running easier. And with that, you ran.
As fast as you were physically able.
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You were deep in the Kingswood by the time you heard the cracking of twigs. You knew it was purposeful. Both princes were too well skilled in the hunt to give away their position.
It was a taunt. Something to get your body pumping with adrenaline.
And it worked.
Your heart beat faster. Your legs burned with the speed you ran. But it was exhilarating. The longer you ran, the more you realised you had little concern for which prince caught you. The idea was what kept you running.
One would catch you.
The question was simply…which.
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They could hear you, smell you. The sweat on your skin, the blood in your veins. The cracking of the twigs and leaves beneath your feet.
And they could hear each other.
Aemond could hear Aegon’s growls. The gnashing of his teeth as he lost himself to the hunt. He could even smell the change, his brother’s scent turning more and more lupine as he closed in on you.
Aegon could hear Aemond. His heavy, purposeful steps as he ran. A sound impossible to hear for mortals. But Aegon would know his brother’s steps anywhere.
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Aegon found you first. Saw you at least. Just ahead, dress billowing in the breeze. You were like something from a fairytale. A princess lost in the woods.
Two monsters hunting her down.
“I can smell you, pretty girl.” Aegon called out, his voice rough and low but echoing through the trees, nonetheless.
You passed by a tree, claw marks imbedded that could only come from someone moving upon two legs.
Aegon. It had to be. So where was Aemond?
Your question was answered when you saw a flash of silver pass ahead of you. Faster than anything you had ever seen. You could hear Aegon, howling out your name behind you.
Ahead must be Aemond.
You trapped between the brothers. And the idea sent fire through your veins.
But you were tiring. A mortal could only run for so long. Your legs gave out in the centre of the Kingswood, grasping on to a nearby tree before you hit the ground.
And then you felt him. The warm, rough hands of the wolfish prince.
“Caught you…”
His arms were around your waist, inches from the ground. His chest pressed hard into your back. His lips on your shoulder.
“Not so fast, brother.”
Aemond’s voice was like silk, appearing from behind the tree you clung to only moments before. Finding you at almost the same moment.
“It appears we found her at the same time.” Aegon grumbled, his arms almost painful around your waist.
You could feel the argument brewing. The tense air between siblings.
“My princes…”
Your soft voice made them stop immediately. Curiosity in both of their eyes.
“You both found me. You both win.”
Rules were technically rules. Whoever found you first, claimed you as a prize. And they had both found you.
“You may both claim your prize.”
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You couldn’t remember how you got back to the Keep, just that you had arrived their quickly.
They brought you to your chambers. Neutral ground you imagined.
You were laid flat on your bed, the white fabric of your gown splayed out around you. Both brothers on either side of you.
Your mind muddled with the feeling of their hands tugging at your dress. Taking layer after layer from your body until you were entirely bare. Their own clothes soon followed, warmth on one side and cold on the other.
Your two monstrous princes.
“Such a beautiful prize, brother…” Aegon growled into your neck, lips ghosting over your skin.
Aemond’s hands were everywhere. He delighted in the gooseflesh that followed his icy hands. Aegon’s warm lips soothed the cool touch, following the path his younger brother took.
They were in perfect synchronisation. Hands moving over every bare inch of your body. Lips claiming your skin with forceful kisses.
“A delicious one too.” Aemond hummed, lips finding the swell of your breast. Taking your soft bud between his lips, teasing you.
Aegon’s hands hand delved between your thighs. Rough fingertips finding you already wet and waiting.
“Her blood or her cunt? I assume you have dined on both?”
Aemond chuckled, tugging at your closest thigh as Aegon shifted down your body. You barely sighed out a moan before Aegon’s mouth latched onto your pearl.
He was just as you pictured. Feral. Animalistic.
Aemond preferred to take his time. Tease. Tempt.
Aegon devoured you. He had your back arching almost immediately.
The younger prince remained latched to your breast. His third favourite part of your body, he’d told you. Your blood, your cunt, your breasts. You should have taken offence, but the way he touched and fed was nothing short of euphoric.
Aemond held your legs wide. Gaze flicking from his brother’s head nestled between them, to your face. Eyes closed in pleasure as you began to moan out Aegon’s name.
It wasn’t long before you were spilling on Aegon’s tongue. The elder growling into your skins as he finally tasted you. He shoved Aemond’s hands away. Wrapping his arms around your thighs and keeping you pressed against his face.
One peak became two. Coating his tongue with your pleasure with a scream of his name.
“Aegon…” you sighed, vainly pushing Aegon’s head away.
Aemond’s lips were at your neck. Kissing all the places that would make your body shiver.
“I told you, brother. Delicious.”
Aegon growled a reply. The amber in his eyes seemed brighter, boring into you as he crawled up your body. You half expected his lips to find yours…
But they found Aemond’s. The younger groaned into his brother’s mouth, the fierce kiss a clash of fangs and tongues.
The taste of your slick on Aegon’s tongue, mixed with his brother’s own distinct flavour had Aemond’s length twitching against your side. His hand tangled into Aegon’s shaggy locks, tugging him closer.
And the sight had your cunt pulsing around nothing. You didn’t mind being momentarily ignored, the embrace before you was enough to keep your body thrumming.
But they didn’t ignore you for long.
Aemond’s free hand roamed freely over your stomach, lower and lower until his fingertips teased over your mound. Aegon’s hips remained settled between your thighs, and Aemond wasted no time in simultaneously touching you both. His fingers nestled between your folds as his knuckles brushed against Aegon’s cock as he slowly ground himself against you.
The longer Aemond touched, the more you and Aegon both moved. Seeking out his hand in any way you could. And at the same time, grinding against each other. It was like a rhythm, all three of you falling into synchronisation in pursuit of pleasure.
Aegon’s lips remained near Aemond’s, chasing his kiss again and again as his length rubbed faster against your core.
Your own hands found their way on to Aemond’s body. Up his thigh and across his waist to his back. If there was one thing Aemond had asked you when he first bed you, it was to touch him. Any way you saw fit, just touch him. Dig your nails into his shoulders, tangle your hands into his hair, he didn’t care as long as he was touched.
It soon turned out that Aegon was much and the same.
The elder prince’s lips left Aemond’s and found yours. Aemond’s hand sandwiched between you both as Aegon leaned forward to kiss you. You could almost taste Aemond on his tongue.
“Do you want us both, pretty girl?” Aegon asked, his lips moving from yours down to your jaw and neck.
Aemond continued to slide his fingers between your folds. Parting them just enough for the length of Aegon’s cock to rub between them.
You could barely speak, on the verge of overstimulation and they’d done hardly anything to you really.
“Answer my brother, sweet one.” Aemond whispered, pressing his fingers against your pearl to earn a shocked moan from your lips.
“Yes. Yes…please…”
The question was pointless in truth. It was abundantly clear you desired them both, but the princes were never shy of seeking a boost to their ego.
And the look they shared was almost as though they were communicating in a way you’d never quite understand.
Aemond slipped from the bed, his absence making you whine just a little. But you just missed the small smile he gave at the sound.
“I’ve had her quite a few times this past month, brother. What say…you fuck her first?”
You tried to stifle the flush to your skin, the way your legs clenched together for some relief at the thought.
But only Aegon truly understood Aemond’s plan.
“You are too kind,” Aegon grinned, turning back to you and swiping two fingers through your slick.
His hand then moved to his length, using your juices as lubrication as he pumped himself a few times before lining up at your entrance.
You should have questioned what Aemond would be doing, but the slow slide of Aegon’s cock between your folds was far too much of a distraction. Your back arched from the bed immediately, hands grasping at Aegon’s shoulders.
Your eyes fluttered closed, focusing only on the feeling of Aegon’s length pushing in and out at a torturously slow pace. It was almost as though he was waiting for something.
Aemond had already found the small vial of all, similar vials stashed everywhere in the Keep – should the brothers ever need them. Long fingers slick as they circled Aegon’s hole, free hand pushing his plump cheeks apart.
Aegon’s rhythm faltered momentarily at the feeling, stuttering as Aemond pushed his fingers deeper and deeper. It never took much really, centuries of being each other’s source of pleasure had kept them both forever ready.
The elder’s hips slowly matched Aemond’s rhythm, the push of his hand urging Aegon’s hips to move faster.
So, when Aemond positioned the head of his cock at Aegon’s puckered hole, all the wolf prince did was lean a little further forward. The new angle pushing his cock deeper into your cunt.
The brothers soon sank into a rhythm. Aegon allowing the rough push of Aemond’s hips to determine the thrusts he made into you. Their rhythm bordered on punishing and all you could do was pant and moan out some garbled combination of their names.
Your body jolted with every combined thrust. Aegon’s head buried between your breasts, your hands tugging at his hair every time he hit deeper and deeper.
Aemond’s hands were tight on Aegon’s waist. Restraining himself from the urge to use his full strength solely for your benefit. But that didn’t stop the bed slamming into the wall with their combined vigour.
You could Aemond whispering to Aegon, but it was too low for you to properly hear except for the last few words.
“Fuck her harder. Bite her. She’ll like it.”
Aegon growled into your chest, his lips already latched onto the valley between your breasts. But now, his teeth joined. Grazing your skin just to tease.
“Harder, Aegon. Leave a mark. Can you not see mine own on her skin?”
Aemond’s marks littered your body. From where he drank to where he simply latched on as he fucked you. Soft crescents a shade or two lighter than your skin. Aegon could see them well enough.
He started slow. Thrusting deep in unison with Aemond as he sunk his teeth into your breast. His bite was harsher than Aemond’s, but pleasurable all the same. The sting soon gave away as he suckled the blood he drew.
When he’d had his fill, not needing the sustenance in the same way Aemond did, he leaned back to tangle in yet another kiss with his brother.
The blood on his tongue made Aemond growl into his mouth, taking whatever was left to remind himself just how delicious a morsel you were.
Their hips continued to thrust into you, body arching as your release overcame you before you could think. Slick coating Aegon’s cock, milking him for all he was worth. He still inside you, letting Aemond control the rhythm.
The pace was almost painful, Aegon’s cock spearing you wide open in response to Aemond’s hips. The younger prince’s cock bullying at Aegon’s prostate until he spilled inside you with growl.
Aemond followed, sinking his teeth into Aegon’s shoulder as he filled his hole completely. His seed dripping down his brother’s thighs.
Your body was past spent. Exhaustion overtaking even before Aegon pulled himself from your depths. He moved to clean himself up, whilst Aemond came to your side.
“Do you think you could me one more, darling?” Aemond purred into your ear, slipping between your thighs.
You sighed out in agreement as Aemond rolled his hips against you. Hardening already and reminding you of his stamina.
It didn’t take much, his cock sliding in easily and beginning a soft rhythm. Aemond wasn’t about to leave himself without the feel of your silken walls.
Aegon watched from the side, fully cleaned and still bare. He lounged on an armchair. Simply watching.
Aemond rut into you slowly, urging you into a wakened slumber with his tenderness. You came for him with a whimper, his lips on your neck. Just like he always would. Letting you fall to sleep still buried inside you. As close as you could be. His seed pulsing into your cavern now.
When you finally relaxed, eyes barely opened, Aemond pulled away. Taking the cloth from Aegon he cleaned your skin of both of their spends. Aegon slipped into the bed at your opposite side.
Both brothers nestled against your now sleeping form.
“We keep her.” Aegon offered, sliding an arm around your waist to join Aemond’s.
Their fingers interlaced over your stomach, relaxing to the sound and feel of your breathing.
The idea was something they had never considered. To share a lover, to keep a mortal together for the first time.
Aemond hummed his agreement.
You would be theirs. Theirs to love. Theirs to own. Theirs to devour at will.
You had sold your soul, and they would cherish it.
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𝓛𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓻 𝓝𝓪𝓴𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼 - 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓺𝓾𝓮 🌙
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Originally, I was going to do a short write-up on one character who's Nakshatras made sense to me, but this turned into an extensive piece on the mystical, mysterious nature of Moon ruled Nakshatras lol. I hope this is enjoyed & without further ado, ima delve into this. 💕
Now to put it plainly, Moon ruled Nakshatras are lunatics. I'm allowed to say it lol, but seriously. Lu-na-tics. but that's okay! In fact, it's great; a bit of lunacy is an asset in art & anything that requires outside of the box thinking. The Moon is often associated with purity; but in a sense to be pure is to welcome any and all whims & emotions without judgement.
Running into the wild ocean at 3am solely because you felt like it? Okay! (my Shravana stellium mum lol), frolicking in the woods with no rhyme or reason? Sure! Making daisy chains and thinking about chai lattes lol (Moon = milk, lunar people often love milk drinks) instead of focusing on your assignment? Yup. Dating some guy who's known to be trouble because you 'feel there's something more to him'? Mm..
The Moon rules over all that is mystical, whereas Mercury rules over the cerebral realm. This is why Ashlesha tends to be a very mystical Nakshatra- it's placed within Cancer (Moon ruled) but is a Mercurial Lunar Mansion. In Ashlesha, there is a union between unexplainable intuition & sharp intellect. It is said that Ashlesha natives if they apply their focus correctly, would be the first to uncover the secrets of our world.
The Moon is a blank canvas; readily available for anybody to project their energy onto. Moon seldom clings to an identity or persona, it just 'is'.
in Rohini, there is this sense of 'nakedness' & a lot of vulnerability. Themes of unbridled imagination, sensitivity, pleasure seeking & creativity come through, and there is a lack of boundaries being lunar yet co-ruled by Venus; a planet pertaining to relationships. Rohini really needs some form of external structure, but at the same time thrives on lunar fluctuation and instability. It is why the creativity in Rohini is so immense and there is constant growth.
In Hasta, we see the co-rulership of Mercury, being in Sidereal Virgo. Hasta is where the Moon realises that it is not always safe to be completely receptive and vulnerable, therefore becomes shrewd and learns to be a little more pragmatic & purposeful in the way they express themselves. For this reason, you'll find Hasta slightly less represented in this 'wild feminine' archetype exploration, though some Hasta natives still very much embody this energy. Hasta; similarly to Ashlesha focuses on being conservative & logical in the face of internal lunar fluctuation.
In Shravana, we see lunar energy matured- the co-rulership of Saturn provides the structure, discipline and boundaries the Moon needs to thrive. I find that while Rohini is very maternal & associated with motherhood, I tend to see Shravana as THE mother. The stability Saturn provides makes for this ability to nurture & listen but still instil some sort of routine or restriction, which is necessary in motherhood. A friend of mine noticed that Saturn Nakshatras (think of Pushya, the other Moon-Saturn Nakshatra) are strongly represented in themes of motherhood due to the fact that children thrive when there is (gentle) but definitive limitation. Rohini's style of nurturing is very free form and full of sweetness & virtually zero judgement.
The beauty of lunar people really shows in how comfortable they are with change. I've noticed Moon ruled people retain their youth and tend to age very beautifully partially because they are so in tune with feminine cycles and are not as resistant to change. This isn't surprising as Moon is connected to the face & traditionally holds associations with fertility and youth. Moon Nakshatras embrace flow, embrace change, so they move into every phase of life with grace.
Random note: I've always suspected this but I just saw this on TikTok the other night to confirm- research shows that people who have a lot of pimples or oily skin, tend to age much better due to that extra oil. As mentioned, Moon rules the face & also relates to water- I've noticed & it has been written that people with prominent Moon influence will be more susceptible to acne & weight fluctuations due to the water/fluid connection. A lot of people who age remarkably well tend to have a Moon Nakshatra somewhere (and people who look older even from a young age are often Saturnian; Saturn Nakshatras falling opposite to Moon).
A lot of people mistake lunar individuals for being 'dumb' and ditzy, but there is a certain wisdom in the madness as you will find in the examples I'm using today :)
𝒜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝒜𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝐸𝓁𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓉𝒽, '𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉' - 𝑅𝑜𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝒮𝓊𝓃, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝐻𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃
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I watched 'The Great' a while back and I couldn't get over how strongly the actress; Belinda Bromilow portrayed Rohini energy! I looked up her chart after watching, & as per Galactic Center mid-mula ayanamsa she is indeed a Rohini Sun native, likely with Hasta Moon; only amplifying the lunar influence.
There are many reasons, but what really tipped me off was how as a character, despite being an 'older woman' she really comes across so youthful and full of this magical, fanciful zest for life. I also find her gorgeous!!
I ADORE her character, she is so funny & light without deviating from the overall intensity of the show.
In 'The Great', Aunt Elizabeth is this 'strange', mystical, offbeat woman with a lot of unconventional wisdom. She's a woman who talks to butterflies and other creatures, has all of these 'wacky' witch-esque remedies that work, and has no shortage of odd, seemingly random one liners that often veil deep metaphors.
She often would be seen in the show comforting the main characters & acting as a trusted, empathetic maternal figure/guide. Simultaneously, she was viewed as somewhat insane & often used that perception to her advantage (her Hasta Moon reflecting the calculated side of Moon). Her character is extremely loving, able to look past the faults of others and show softness and compassion to people considered 'unlovable'. One of her notable roles as a character being Peter's (the barbaric Emperor who reigns with cruelty's) aunt who was really more of a maternal figure to him than his real mother, who was cruel much like himself.
She's in a sense, everyone's comfort, the woman in everyone's ear (very Serpent yoni too).
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Aunt Elizabeth doesn't condone or necessarily agree with Peter's evil actions, but she has this beautiful way of seeing the little boy in him and nurturing him no matter what (Rohini's combination of Moon & Venus creates a person who is capable of seeing the beauty in everything & everyone).
There is another strong plot point pertaining to her child who sadly drowned. I've noticed in media, Moon women tend to have strong plots related to their love for other people (children, spouses, etc.) not because they don't stand strong on their own, but because Moon women naturally devote to their loved ones.
Throughout the show, Aunt Elizabeth has this gentle persuasion that subtly influences the characters in profound ways. I've seen talk recently of Moon Nakshatras being manipulative, and in a way they most definitely are (for better or worse). The same way the Moon pulls on the tides & pulls the attention of humans & animals alike.
Hasta's more shrewd nature shows in Elizabeth's surprising ability to scheme and commit dark acts in order to achieve a bigger goal- even though the Rohini energy gives her this energy of being very kooky, 'off with the fairies' character.
Moon's manipulation can be very much this subtle, almost subliminal feminine influence. It reminds me of the saying, 'behind every powerful man is a woman'; meaning that a man who is powerful never stands alone. He never got there without the love, or at least the influence of a woman. Behind him there is a woman who nurtures him (be it his mother in childhood or his wife), subtly influences him, lifts his spirits, etc. Even if not, the fact of him even incarnating and being born in the first place is the work of a woman.
A memorable moment from the series that strikes me as very indicative of Moon Nakshatras tendency towards intense emotions & strong sensitivity is when Elizabeth is sitting in the carriage after witnessing the gruesome affects of the war in their region. She is eerily quiet on the trip home, until suddenly she calmly requests for the carriage to stop. She proceeds to get out of the carriage, and scream & thrash around intensely as catharsis for the pain & anger she felt for the horror she'd just witnessed. :(
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More on Elizabeth, there is also this aspect of the story where she is a sort of nymphomaniac lol, having many lovers of any age/gender (Rohini doesn't discriminate lmao) and is forever tragically in love with her deceased lover Peter the Great (Peter's father). Peter the Great was a womaniser, but in a sense Elizabeth was his 'true love' which reminds me of Rohini's mythology being 'the favourite wife of the Moon'. He had many lovers and a great deal of power, but Elizabeth was the closest he had to a true love.
Elizabeth was shown multiple times to be very psychic- an example of this being her 'feeling it' & having a vision the moment Peter died.
In summary, this character is just such a glaring example of what an abundance of lunar energy manifests like (for better and for worse since she is a very multifaceted character). Speaking of which, the word 'multifaceted' in itself always makes me think of the Moon. The Moon has many faces/phases.
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𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒩𝒶𝓀𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝓎, 𝑀𝓎𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝓇 '𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒'
A lot of public figures who have a pronounced reputation for being 'witchy', strange or mysterious/disconcerting/charmingly bizarre will have a prominent Moon ruled Nakshatra in their chart. Lunar people can really embody the archetype of being 'insane' or random. but lovable all in the same.
Kate Bush, Shravana Moon (Ashlesha Sun) I may do an independent post on Kate Bush's placements, but she is such a staple example of Moon Nakshatras & the 'wild feminine' witchy, strange but beautiful energy. Her music & music videos are full of symbolism, often pulling inspiration from obscure ideas and stories. Some people find her a bit 'weird', especially men but just as many women and men alike adore her. Very mleccah (outcaste) Nakshatra vibes. People are either inexplicably drawn to her and enchanted, or find her 'creepy'. ~I'll note that Kate is extremely Mercury influenced too, hence the much rounder face than the examples you'll see. Moon people tend to have rounded faces, but they are typically a bit longer than Mercury and have very prominent cheekbones.
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Stevie Nicks, Rohini Sun Stevie Nicks is always remarked to be a witch. She never explicitly said this, but upon the release of Fleetwood Mac's 'Rhiannon', (a very witch-y song about the Celtic Goddess herself) the witch allegations began lol. Other than that, Stevie Nicks & Fleetwood Mac have always been associated with the hippy/spiritual/witchy crowd.
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Helena Bonham Carter, Rohini Sun Helena has been known to often play 'bizarre', witchy or macabre characters, known to work alongside Tim Burton (also a Rohini native) often. Some of these roles to note are her as the Queen of Hearts and Bellatrix Lestrange; but there are countless that speak to the lunar wild feminine archetype. Beyond that, Helena is known to have a very eccentric dress sense off screen, people often remarking that she has all this money yet chooses to still be herself and a little strange.
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Alica Keys, Hasta Moon, Shravana Sun I can't think of any overtly 'witchy' or 'bizarre' associations for Alicia Keys, but I wanted to include her because I feel like her sweet emotive face and gorgeous flowing hair is very reflective of her Moon dominance. She has the 'vibe'. She's also mentioned that she has a spiritual practice in her everyday life & references the divine feminine.
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James Marsden, Rohini Moon admittedly, I only know him in two movies, but in both he is playing this kinda bizarre, theatrical, childlike character very indicative of Rohini energy. In 'Enchanted' he is the dramatic, vibrant and endlessly cheerful fairytale prince who breaks into song whenever he gets the chance. In 'Hop' he is this uninspired guy who lives with his parents and can't seem to get a job or find purpose. That is until he meets the easter bunny who'd run away from 'Easter Island' and didn't want to be the easter bunny anymore. He then proceeded to become the easter bunny himself- lmao. If you know about Rohini's relationship with sweets & children (not to mention Rohini natives typically having prominent front teeth like a bunny) this movie is very on the nose.
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Kylie Minogue, Rohini Sun & Pushya Asc an Aussie legend I say. Kylie is another one who always embodied this very lunar feminine mystique, she actually sort of reminds me of Marilyn Monroe (Rohini Sun) in some photos of her in her youth. The witchy, eerie, 'haunting' vibe Moon people can radiate really shines through in her enchanting murder ballad 'Where the Wild Roses Grow' with Nick Cave (a Magha native of course). A personal favourite of mine.
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Teal Swan, Shravana Moon Teal Swan is a famous spiritual 'guru' who is known to have extrasensory abilities. She is a controversial figure due to strange behaviour in her past & questionable things in her personal life. Some disregard her as a narcissistic cult leader for these reasons, but in my opinion even if that were the case, two things can be true- someone can have ill intent with the knowledge they possess yet still genuinely possess that knowledge. I find a lot of her content incredibly helpful and intuitive. Credit to @makingspiritualityreal for my learning about this- you'll notice that a lot of individuals with strong Lunar influence in their chart will have very light, translucent looking eyes indicative of their receptive, psychic nature. Even if the eyes are brown, they still will have a notably 'light', reflective, soft, crystal-esque quality. We see this with all of these examples, but Teal especially.
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Amber Heard, Hasta Moon I was struggling to think of Hasta examples that fit this archetype since as I mentioned earlier, Hasta places a huge emphasis on gaining control over their own lunar nature. In Hasta there is less of a tendency to be 'wild and free' the way we see in Rohini & Shravana. However, I still see in Amber Heard's infamy a different expression of the lunar witchy lunacy. A lot of people regard her nature as 'insane', overemotional, very manipulative, bewitching people with her beauty, etc. This being said, I know I've definitely seen witchy-ish Hasta natives, I just can't think of any as readily as I can the other Moon Nakshatras.
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Alanis Morrisette, Rohini Sun Just another woman in music who radiates that lunar, wild feminine, raw emotional energy. If you listen to her song 'You Oughta Know' and see the emotionally chaotic, passionate music video, you'll absolutely see what I mean!
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Tori Amos, Hasta Moon another witch-esque phenomenal alternative artist. I just remembered to include her!! She's perfect for this list. Listen to 'Cornflake Girl'. and once again you'll see the lunar, feminine energy. Shania Twain & Kate Winslet are two more Hasta natives I thought of who embody this energy, but I can't add anymore pics to the post :(
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It's worth noting that Kate Bush, Tori Amos, Alanis Morissette and some other artists are often piled together and referred to as being similar in 'vibe'. Mysterious, feminine, emotional, mystical, etc. I'd venture to guess that other artists in the same sort of creative realm have Moon ruled Nakshatras.
I just thought of Bjork, another artist who is compared to ones mentioned. She is Swati Moon, with Rahu in Rohini as the lord of her Moon!
One last thing I want to mention, is I've noticed that Moon women can sometimes be viewed as 'anti feminist' by other women despite the fact that a lot of the time, healthy Moon women are extreme symbols of feminine strength and courage to be womanly & emotionally vulnerable. It's kinda like some people see the beauty, the softness, the emotion and picture a girl flouncing around in frilly dresses catering to men. Needless to say, a shallow and ironically anti-feminist conclusion. That being said, lunar receptivity can definitely make Moon influenced women prone to doing a lot to cater to men, but I think it's a mistake to miss the wisdom in the 'frilliness' and fanciful nature of lunar natives.
Anyway as always, I could write forever, this one was super fun to do :) noticing and dissecting these patterns is such a magical thing.
I hope this was interesting to someone, lots of love! 💞💞💞
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shalomniscient · 8 months ago
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ONCE UPON A TIME...
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⤷ a series re-imagining famous fairy tales with assorted genshin women !
⤷ featuring:
beauty and the beast [eula lawrence] ➳ on the edges of mondstadt, nestled in the frigid mountains of dragonspine, is a lonely, forgotten castle. word around town is that within the cold stone walls is a monstrous beast, a scion of the cursed lawrence family. you are content to live your days far ignorant of such a rumor, but when your father gets into a terrible accident in the mountains, you have no choice but to take your chances with whatever lurks in the castle to save him.
the little mermaid [raiden ei] ➳ the world above the water has always fascinated you. the tales of rolling hills and towering mountains, vast plains and mystical forests; and of course, the people. the people who sing and dance and run along the shore, carefree and lively. you wish, and you wonder, what it's like to be part of that world. your wish is granted somewhat on a stormy night, when a ship crashes against the rocks and scatters its human occupants to the waves. against what you've been told, you rush to save the one person you can find--a beautiful, purple-haired woman, dressed in fine, ornate clothing. it's a meeting that will change your life, forever.
snow white [arlecchino] ➳ your step-mother wants you dead. you know as much, when she cast you from your own home and into the cold woods, setting a hunstman on your tail. you barely escape with your life. the little cottage you stumble upon as you run, and the seven little fools you find inside become your saving graces. you spend your days there in peace, and even meet a handsome, dual-tone haired prince who passes by the cottage ever so often on her hunts. but peace, as you've learned, is fragile, and your world is upended again when your step-mother discovers that you're alive. and you can't help but wonder--is a happily ever after simply not in your cards?
rapunzel [beidou] ➳ when you were born, your parents gave you to a sea monster. you don't know why, and you were never told why. all you know is that you are this beast's prisoner, forever to be locked away in a tower by the sea. there is no escape for you; the only exit is the window, and the only thing waiting beneath it are jagged rocks and harsh waves. the beast comes and goes, ascending your tower using your hair as a rope. he calls your name in a singing rhyme, and you let down your hair. only one night, it is not the beast whom climbs through your window--but a charming, pretty pirate, who brings the first light of companionship to your life.
cinderella [jean gunnhildr] ➳ life is not easy after your mother's death. your father does his best, yet the woman he brings home to replace her is cruel. but she makes your father happy (or at least, you tell yourself as much) so you keep your head down and do as she and her daughters order you to. it isn't too bad. the attic is your refuge, and the barn mice keep you company. in the dark you gaze through the window at the glittering palace in the distance, and you let yourself dream of a sweeter life. but magic--magic has a way of turning dreams to reality, and there is more magic in your life than you know.
⤷ notes/disclaimers : ➹ this will not be a 1:1 retelling! i will of course do my best to be as close as possible to the source material, but since i will be incorporating genshin lore into this as well, i will be taking several creative liberties. also, some of the source material is... dark, and i'll be changing that because i personally don't enjoy writing dark content of that level. ➹ this is currently not the finalised list! i plan to add maybe two more characters, but i have yet to figure out how to work their corresponding fairy tales. ➹ unfortunately, there won't be a upload schedule! as much as i wish i could write only this for the next few weeks, i have other life things to handle, so i'll only be working on this in my free time. nonetheless, i'll do my best to get them up as soon as i can.
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billielolly · 3 months ago
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Sims 3 Build - Spellbinding Suburban
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This Victorian-inspired family home is full of mystery, making you wonder what's going bump in the night. 3 bedrooms and 2.5 bathrooms on a 30x20 lot.
Watch the speed build: https://youtu.be/2MiQRf5jNVs
Download here:
Patreon (free): https://www.patreon.com/posts/108535300/
Exchange: https://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=9599614
Expansion packs:
Ambitions
Late Night
Generations
Pets
Supernatural
University Life
Island Paradise
Stuff packs:
None
Store content:
Lullabies and Nursery Rhymes - Dirty No More Changing and Bathing Station
Custom content:
heaven - Slate Roof with White Trim
Cakenoodles - 13pumpkin Rustic Wood Floor
whiterider+Leesester - WinDough on Three
missyzim - Neoclassic Build Set (Arched Loft Window 1 Tile)
basimcly - Heritage Doors (External Glass Door x2)
Gosik - Cottage Half Landing Stairs
ArtVitalex - Kiester Mirror
ArtVitalex - Ilum Living Room (Seat Single, Seat Triple)
ArtVitalex - Glen Mirror
ArtVitalex - Rowlett Key Bowl
ATS3 - Coastal Crib
ArtVitalex - Upland Bathroom Accessories (Toilet Brush, Soap Dispenser, Toothbrush and Paste)
Julietsimscc - CWB Kids Bedroom Freebies (Teddy Bear, Wall Decor B)
TheNumbersWoman - Shabby Chic Elite Living Curtains One Tile
Kerrigan House Designs - Autumnfell Dining Table
ATS3 - Square Canisters
Martassimsbook - Pinkboxdesign Kitchen Clutter Set (Utensils, Dishsoap)
Gosik - Kobe Bathroom Towels 2
ArtVitalex - Mayorka Ceiling Spot Lamp
Mutske - Kitchen Aria Cookerhood
Mutske - Toiletroom Aria Toilet Paperholder
Crowkeeper - The Cryptic Triptych Paintings
Lulu265 - Kitchen Expressions Wall Paintings
Lulu265 - Bedford Bedroom (Bed, Bedside Table)
DOT - Fusion Flowers
sim_man123 - Emerson Ficus Tree
NynaeveDesign - Harmony Lounge Philodendron
Martassimsbook - Ars-botanica Cup of Pansies
Martassimsbook - Cowbuild Dahlia and Delpinium Vases
Martassimsbook - novvvas Planties pt3 (Ficus Elastica, Monstera Deliciosa)
Onyxium - Jena Bathroom Accessories (Reed Diffuser, Soap Dispenser, Toilet Brush, Tooth Brushes)
PralineSims - Contemporary Carpet 78
PralineSims - Contemporary Carpet 149
bioniczombie - 4t3 Antique Rug (of Mysterious Origin)
matomibotaki - Oriental Carpet Rebuilt
Twinsimming - Wicker Bin
Wandering Sims - Mystic Art
missyzim - French Country Paintings (Country Floral Painting, French Country Paintings)
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maryhale1 · 11 months ago
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My perfect bedroom 🥰
In shadows deep, where moonlight weaves,
A witch's bedroom, secrets it conceives.
Candles flicker, casting mystic light,
On potions brewed in the quiet of night.
Her broomstick leans against the wall,
A cauldron bubbling with a magical sprawl.
Her spellbooks whisper ancient rhyme,
As she weaves enchantments, lost in time.
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