#pearl of hail

[disease]

FOREST SWORDS // PEARL OF HAIL [SINGLE, APR 2024]

[iamlisteningto]

Forest Swords’ “Torch” / “Pearl Of Hail”

[anxious-chaos-art]

OH MY GOD HES (more of) A SLUT

[seattlefactsijustmadeup]

Pacific Drive is a 1:1 simulator of driving around the Olympic Peninsula. It allows non-locals to engage in such traditional Washington passtimes as rooting through garbage in search of 35 kg pearls, commuting via light beams in the sky, and armor plating cars against combustible pedestrians.

And also upsetting chuds with bumper stickers

[kr0zast4r]

hiya! can you possibly do a white pearl cookie x fem reader smut from crk? or black pearl cookie, either one is alright!!

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 </𝟑𝟑𝟑 ^^

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ꒰🥥📓꒱

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷

𝐓𝐖: 𝐒𝟎𝐅𝐓𝐒𝟑𝐗, 𝐌𝟎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 ! ♡︎

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

•┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈•

"Such a good girl you little

Needy slut~" -𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓮 •┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈•

⚠️𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝟏𝟖 𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃⚠️

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .

✼ •• ┈┈┈┈๑⋅⋯ ୨˚୧ ⋯⋅๑┈┈┈┈ •• ✼

♡•𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐥 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐑𝐍. 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲/𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤. (𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒 :<)•♥︎

♡•

♡•𝓢𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓫 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰 𝓨/𝓝 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓭𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓸. "WHITE PEARL I'M NOT READY FOR THIS YET-!"𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨/𝓝 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽. "My dear it will be alright I'm just going gentle and it will be rough Darling~." 𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓶𝔂 𝓻𝓷. "M-Mommy~" 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷 𝓓𝓸𝓶𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓶𝔂 𝓻𝓷. •♥︎

♡•𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓶𝔂. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓰𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓾𝓶 𝓻𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓷 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼. "Are you going to cum soon darling~?" 𝓦𝓸𝔀 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓶𝔂 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓻𝓷 𝓢𝓗𝓘𝓣 𝓘𝓣'𝓢 𝓢𝓞 🔥🔥🔥 𝓑𝓣𝓦. "Pl-Please M-M-Mommy I-I ne-need to c-cum p-please....~.•♥︎

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☆•𝓣𝓘𝓜𝓔𝓢𝓚𝓘𝓟-!•★

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♡•𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓾𝓹 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓒𝓤𝓩 𝓘𝓣'𝓢 𝓕𝓛𝓤𝓕𝓕𝓨 𝓕𝓛𝓤𝓕𝓕𝓨 𝓣𝓘𝓜𝓔 ^^ <3•♥︎

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓷 <3 𝓘𝓜 𝓖𝓞𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓣𝓞 𝓒𝓐𝓝𝓐𝓓𝓐 𝓢𝓞𝓞𝓝 𝓨𝓘𝓟𝓟𝓔𝓔𝓔 ✨✨👍👍🥳🥳

𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓾𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵. 𝓘'𝓶 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝔃 𝓘 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭👍👍👍.

𝓘'𝓶 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 19 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓼 😶😶

[afterurg0n3]

pearl jam - no code & radiohead - hail to the thief stamps!

[lemoncan]

All Hail Empress Pink AU is the most ambitious crossover ever💀

[onlythebravest]

so you have cinnamon roll day in other countries? it’s today anyway, so happy kanelbullens dag i guess

[pwurrz]

devsis, probably high: so like. what if we gave. sea fairy and black pearl magic candies?? but they’re not magic candies because instead of enhancing their existing abilities and stats, they do that, and give them all new abilities that you can equip and unequip at will. also what if we gave them special toppings that increased their stats even more. yeah. that’s a great idea. it’s not like anyone still uses black pearl in the kingdom arena because she’s an incredibly powerful unit on her own or anything. also let’s give her another legendary costume. why tf not.

[panb1mbo]

i did it i made the beaver proud

[tradingstorieswiththeleaves]

Hail Hail

Sometimes realize, I could only be as good as you’ll let me Are you woman enough to be my man? Bandaged hand in hand

I find it on the run in a race that can’t be won All hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love, yeah If you’re my only one, so could you only one? I want to be your one, enough… Your one…your one…your one…

[nature-in-movies]

El botón de nácar (2015)

[lovelustandanxiety]

hail, hail

is there room for both of us? / both of us apart? / are we bound out of obligation? / is that all we've got?

I get the words and then I get to thinking / I don't want to think, I want to feel / and how do I feel? / and how do I…

if you're the only one / will I never be enough? hail, hail the lucky ones / I refer to those in love

[heavenlymorals]

I feel like a lot of people forget that the Van Dir Linde gang was actually famous in their universe- Dutch Van Dir Linde was as famous as the real life Butch Cassidy. The gang had as much infamy as the Wild Bunch or the Dalton gang. Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Bill Williamson, Javier Esculla, Lenny Summers, Charles Smith, Sean McGuire and more were probably as famous as the real life Doc Holliday, Jesse James, Black Bart, Rufus Buck, Ike Clanton, the Sundance Kid, Wild Bill Hickock, and more.

Sadie Adler would've been just as famous. She was a gunslinger like the real life Calamity Jane and Anne Oakley and she was an outlaw at one point like Laura Bullion, Pearl Hart, Belle Star, The Cassidy Sisters, and more.

The other women of the camp would've probably been less popular but still very intriguing figures to people in the future.

In the newspapers, we see that there are songs about Dutch's boys and books too. Trelawny mentions them being on dime novels. In the future, the pieced together story of the Van Dir Linde gang might've gotten adapted into a movie, similar to "Butch Cassidy and the Sun Dance Kid" or "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford". They could've gotten biopics, documentaries, and more.

Historians and fans of the wild West era would dig up records, find pictures, and maybe even track down people who were apart of the gang, accomplices to the gang, or victims of the gang. They would try to piece together stories to figure out the mystery of what actually happened to the gang.

People would argue over things that happened in the gang and have their evidence to back it up. Letters written by gang members would become so valuable. If they ever someone come across Arthur's journal, it would probably be considered one of the most valuable pieces of documentation to ever exist for that time period.

The guns of the gang would probably be kept in museums if found. Albert Mason's portrait of Arthur Morgan would be found in history books, same as other pictures.

Dutch would probably be a very controversial figure in history- some would hail him as a failed hero and others would condemn his violence no matter the reason- they wouldn't know what the people in the gang knew- especially in the end. Same with the rest of the gang members.

They'd probably all get romanticized. Hosea and Dutch's friendship, the raising of the boys, Dutch and Annabelle and his fued with Colm, Mary and Arthur, John and his family, Javier being a revolutionary- no one would know the full story.

And then there is Jack- he may live to see the 1960s and 70s and 80s. He may have grandchildren who'd pull him into a theater to watch a retelling of the gang that he was a part of at one point. He'd be amused. He'd think that the actor playing his father was too clean looking, too pretty. He'd think that the movie Arthur was too skinny. He'd think that the man playing Dutch had a funny voice as he tried to mimic the accent. He'd laugh and make notes in his head of the historical accuracy. He'd feel sorrowful at the deaths of the characters- he knew them at some point. And no one at the theater would know that the old man with the rowdy bright eyed boys who brought him there was Jack Marston, the last of the Van Dir Linde gang.

Jack might talk about it to the public. He might do interviews. He might even write a book about his father, the infamous John Marston. Those would be priceless. Even Beecher's Hope might be kept around and visited as a historical site for history goers.

And honestly? It is such a bittersweet thing.

[fromduck]

No Glory

(Yandere Gladiator x Empress Reader x Yandere Emperor)

Summary: There is no glory in seeing your lover in the arms of another.

(Tw: Gore, Violence, Forced Relationship)

A/N: Guess who watched Gladiator II, hehe 🤭

-unedited-

-The Emperor’s wife is an untainted beauty.

-Despite the blood and death on his hands, the Empress remains pure from his sins.

-With soft luscious lips and unblemished skin, kind doe eyes a beautiful color.

-Draped in white robes, with gold accents. White Gold jewelry adorning her frame. Pearls hanging from her ears and entwined in her hair.

-She has a beautiful smile and kind eyes. Willing to choose mercy over shedding blood.

-Unlike her cruel husband who relishes in it.

-Anyone blessed to be within her radius marvel at her presence. Even more so when she smiles. Be careful not to stare too long, the Emperor’s watching.

-The Empress is beauty incarnate a being coveted by all people. Adored by the citizens of Rome and boasted as the most beautiful woman in the world.

-And the Emperor is a lucky man. A lucky man indeed.

-There are whispers of her divinity and where the Empress hails from.

-Some say she was given to Rome to the Emperor as a gift from the Gods.

-Others argue that she herself is a Goddess who willingly married their glorious Emperor.

-None know the Empress’ origins.

-Except for two people.

-The brutal Emperor of Rome.

-And a Gladiator who knows too much for his own good.

-A man who waits for the next fight he’ll be thrown in. Where he’ll be fighting for his life.

-For the delight and entertainment of others.

-His life matters not, it never did.

-Yet, when he wakes up, when he trains for his fights, and when he goes to sleep. He thinks of you. He lives for you.

-He knows the truth.

-You don’t belong to the Empire of Rome. Or that bastard Emperor.

-You belong to him.

-You were his long ago. When he wasn’t a war broken man torn by the cruelty of others.

-In a land far away from Rome, you both once lived together at peace.

-He’d been a gentle man once. Someone who pined after you in your youths, who’d begged your father for your hand, and had cried when he married you.

-He loves you so much.

-He had never been one for religion but if there were any gods out there, he thanked them sincerely for the life they gave him. One with you.

-Then the Romans came. And they took everything.

-They came with a hunger for blood and conquest. Ready to plunder their lands and take over them.

- They killed his family, his friends, people he had known.

-They did it with bloodthirsty grins. And the one who led them was the cruel Roman Emperor who lived for the violence.

-He killed many while on his black stallion. His sword plunging into innocent people.

-Man or woman, the Emperor didn’t care. He demanded blood and blood he would get.

-It was horrifying the strength of the Emperor as he slaughtered those around him.

- Your husband watched as he committed atrocities.

-There was no mistake, with that monster there, his and your home would be overtaken.

-Him taken a slave to fight in the pits of violence at the Colosseum.

-And you made a slave, owned by someone as an object.

-No. he wouldn’t let that happen.

-Now all he had left was you. And he would die before anyone touched you.

-So he prepared his stallion, picked up your precious form and placed you on the horse. You looked at him with worried eyes, tears slipping down your soft cheeks.

-He’d only look at you with loving eyes. Cupping your lovely face in his large hands.

-He remembered your look of worry as you questioned where would you both go. Your sweet gentle eyes pleading as you made him promise to never leave your side.

-He promised that not even death would separate you both.

-Then, he’d been clubbed upside the head. Pushed to the floor as someone began beating him with an inch of his life. He tried to get up but then another one had shown up with club and struck him in the head.

-Both Roman soldiers jeered as they continued their violent onslaught. He’d almost seen double.

-But what stood out to him was your anguished face.

-Your shrill cries of agony rang out through the air as the love of your life was beaten to a messy pulp.

-The stallion had jumped, and pushed you off of its massive body.

-You tumbled to the floor, hitting your back violently.

-With no regard for any injury, you’d quickly jumped up and tried to stop the cruel soldiers from killing your love.

-You’d shove at them yelling out for them to stop. Though to no effect as your smaller form was no match for the might guards of the Roman Army.

-One of them had only sneered at you before delivering a backhand to your face.

-You fell on your side, your nose bleeding from the impact.

-You quickly got up and clung to a guards leg as you begged for them to spare your husband.

-They ignored you and continued their onslaught.

-Until the galloping of hooves.

-There the Emperor was like a sign of death as he rode his gigantic black stallion.

-Blood coated his face and armor. None of it his.

-The war was over, Rome’s victory assured.

-And yet the Emperor was left unsatisfied.

-So he went on the prowl for more victims. All until no one was left.

-He caught sight of his soldiers torturing a large man as his wife begged them to stop.

-Any honorable leader would have stopped his soldiers and given the couple a swift merciful death. No more suffering was needed from a war already won.

-But he was far from honorable.

-As he approached it wasn’t because he wanted to stop the violence.

-He was honed in on the soft crying and pleading of the woman.

-A sound so delightful that he couldn’t help but want to hear more.

-He got off of his mighty horse. His steps confident.

-But as you turned around to face him, he felt his breathe hitch, his steps waver.

-It was as if he was in the presence of Aphrodite herself.

-There you were with tears in your big eyes and blood dripping down your nose.

-Even in filthy peasant clothes, you were the most beautiful being he had ever laid his eyes on.

-He had to had you. And have you he will.

-His eyes narrowed at your injured face. The soldiers most likely the culprit.

- “Stop.” He commands, his word alone enough to halt the violence.

-With a sob you run to your husband as he lay on the floor. You place his head on your lap. Ripping a piece of fabric from your dress, to clean the blood on his face.

-Your poor husband looks at you with swollen eyes, barely focused. Your heart broke further.

-The two soldiers quickly turn around. Sinking onto their knees to properly greet the Emperor of Rome.

“My emperor.” They say in union.

-They cower under the glare of the Emperor.

-“Which one of you hurt the girl?”

-Both soldiers look at each other confused. He wasn’t taking about the sobbing girl behind them, was he? The enemy?

-The Emperor’s glare becomes murderous. He draws his sword from his scabbard. It glints with the blood of his foes. But all know that his sword can just as easily kill who he pleases, friend or foe.

-It was at that moment, both the soldiers knew that whoever was guilty— they would be dead in the next second.

-So, both blamed each other, scrambling to have the Emperor believe them.

-“It was him my emperor, he was the one who hurt the girl—-”

-“Nay my emperor, he lies—”

-Both soldiers plead their innocence. But the Emperor isn’t known for his patience.

-With a brutal slash, he beheads the two soldiers.

-Their heads roll off their bodies.

-A huff of satisfaction leaves the emperor, soldiers who lie are not worthy of his army. He may not be honorable but he has no patience for lying snakes.

-He averts his gaze, to you, only to be met with a puddle of blood. Presumably your husband’s.

-The emperor snaps his head to your quiet sobs. He sees you dragging the large form of your husband, his arm over your shoulder, his feet dragging against floor.

-You both were trying to escape, this wouldn’t do.

-With large strides, he rips you away from your lover. The man falling gracelessly onto the floor. He tries to pick himself up but his strength is diminished. He could only watch as the Emperor, holds your hands and stares into your beautiful eyes in awe.

-He knows that look. That look of adoration as if in the presence of a goddess.

-Your husband holds the same look for you and now the Emperor does too.

-You try to escape but the Emperor’s grip is painfully tight.

-A whimper escapes your lips as the man gets down on his knees, his head bowed. He mimics the same loyalty his subjects would show him. But he is in the presence of a goddess.

- “The Gods have rewarded me by giving you to me.” He whispers breathlessly. “You are the one they have chosen for me. Rome needs an Empress. And I need a wife.”

-With the hunger of a man starved he yanks you down to him, grabbing you by the hair and devouring you into a brutal kiss.

-You cry out into the kiss, looking at your husband pleadingly to save you from the Emperor.

-But your husband is at death’s door, fighting and pleading Hades to not take him. For he couldn’t leave you to such a grim fate.

-The Emperor pulls away, his eyes filled with lust. He’ll have you, but not here in this filth.

-He picks you up a bridal style, taking you to his horse. Taking you to Rome.

-You try to fight him, but he only gives you a scolding glare. As if to say, ‘behave.’

-You cry quietly, looking at your husband’s dying form. The Emperor only sneers at him, spitting on his bloodied face.

-Your husband looks at the Emperor with rage. A rage that makes him shakily get up on his knees.

-Your hands are tied behind the Emperor’s neck, begging him to let you go. A smack to your thigh makes you shut your mouth.

-Once you’re both secured on the horse, the Emperor doesn’t even glance back at him.

-He rides off into the distance, with the blood of his people on his hands and the love of his life in tears.

-Your husband, a broken man, lets out a sorrowful scream. He promptly collapses onto his side, passing out. Pleading with the gods to not take him. He needed to save you.

-Later, he was dragged by his feet. Slave masters had found him. They bet on how much money the large man could make them.

-Him, a none violent man, was put into fighting rings were people placed bets on who would win.

-Your husband, a gentle man was turned into a former shell of himself with each blood shed that coated his hands.

-A man who once held you with tender hands was forced to use them to kill for the entertainment of others.

-He fought weaker men, stronger men, and terrific beasts. All who were in the same position as him. All for the entertainment of others.

-The life he was forced into would have broken others, but not him. Not when he was fueled by an anger. An anger for the Emperor who had taken everything from him.

-The hesitance he once had for killing became nonexistent with each fight. His worth as a slave becoming more and more valuable. And he was taken to more and more valuable places.

-Like a blood thirsty hound, he followed you. He was at the edge of death many times, yet he refused to part from you.

-He followed you to Rome, vengeful and angry. Many times he thought he’d die but once he made it to the grand city, he knew the Gods had given him another chance.

-He needed to be stronger for you. So that he would save you.

-His reputation as a vicious fighter spread throughout Rome. Many eager to see him in the Colosseum.

-And that’s where they took him.

-Now he stands in the arena, his heart beating erratically in his chest. Blood splattered on his face and armor. None of it his.

-There is no glory where he stands while his defeated opponents lay bleeding on the ground.

-There is no glory in the screams and cheers from the crowds. All chanting his name as he stands as the last man standing.

-There is no glory in his victories, where he gets to live another day.

-His eyes shift to where you sit in the grand seats of the Colosseum. You’re beautiful with your beautiful gown and jewelry. Yet you look at him with such sadness. As if he were another dream out of reach.

-His soft eyes harden when a firm hand grabs your soft one.

-The Emperor brings your hand to his lips, kissing it ardently.

-He doesn’t break eye contact with him as he does this. A clear claim of ownership over you.

-He grits his teeth.

-There is no glory when you’re trapped with that despicable man. There is no glory when you’re not his. There is no glory when the Emperor is still breathing.

-He returns the Emperor’s glare. Eyes hard with pure hatred and loathing.

-And for that, the Emperor must die.

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Why certain people capture the spotlight?⭐️

1. The luminaries, the Sun and Moon naturally draw attention in a birth chart. People with strong Sun or Moon placements tend to light up any room they enter, effortlessly standing out.

Just like everyone loves capturing the beauty of a sunrise or the glow of a full moon, those with these placements have a magnetic energy that people can’t help but notice.

It’s almost like they’re always in the spotlight, which is why they often feel the need to look their best.☀️🌕

Beyoncé, Purva Phalguni Sun, Chitra Lagna and Venus.

Michael Jackson, Magha Sun and Shatabhisha Lagna.

Bella Hadid, Purva Phalguni Moon and Lagna.

There's not much to say about Beyoncé and Michael that isn't already well-known—they're icons in their own right, the biggest stars of our time. Bella Hadid has become the most photographed model off-duty and in 2022, she was named Model of the Year.

Gia Carangi, often hailed as the first true supermodel, paved the way for all the other supermodels that followed. She had a Shravana Sun and Lagnesh, with Hasta as her Lagna and a Shatabhisha Moon.

Britney Spears, Shravana Moon, was one of the most photographed stars for a while. The crazy amount of media attention even led to harassment and really affected her mental health.

Gisele Bündchen, Pushya Sun and Purva Phalguni Lagna, the only "Ubermodel"-that means being more than a supermodel.

Lauren Hutton, Pushya Moon and Lagna, holds the record for the most Vogue covers—26 in total.

I previously explored about how lunar-dominant people often achieve significant success on social media.

2. Chitra Nakshatra, known as the "Star of Opportunity," carries the Shakti of "accumulating merit." The word "Chitra" translates to "wonderful" and "pleasing to look at," as well as "illusion."

The deity of this nakshatra is Tvastar, the celestial architect who designed the universe. The symbol of Chitra is the "pearl" or "bright jewel," symbolizing beauty and uniqueness.💎💍

"Chitra" also means "picture," so individuals with this nakshatra are often naturally photogenic. 📸Tvastar, as the creator of Maya (illusion), grants those under Chitra the ability to craft captivating personas, making them talented models, photographers, actors, and successful on social media.

Kim Kardashian, Chitra Sun, built a career centered on her image. As one of the first influencers, she's become one of the most prominent and influential figures on social media. In 2015, she released “Selfish”, a book featuring a collection of her selfies.

Cindy Kimberly, Chitra Moon and Shravana Lagna, shot to fame because of her striking beauty. Her big break came when Justin Bieber posted about her on his Instagram. Now, she’s a major beauty influencer and a well-known model.

Anna Nicole Smith, Chitra Sun and Hasta Moon, made a name for herself as a model, completely based on her image. She was once one of the most photographed women in the world, and photographers loved working with her, often saying she was one of the easiest and most exciting people to capture on camera.

The thing with Chitra individuals is that, because of Tvastar, the celestial craftsman, their features often become iconic. For instance, Kim drew the attention to the BBL, Cindy’s nose has become a major inspiration for many women, and Anna Nicole brought attention back to curvy bodies at a time when the "heroin chic" look was in vogue, reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe's era.

3. Dhanishtha🌟 Shakti is "power to give abundance and fame," meaning "the most famous," "the most heard of." This nakshatra is recurring in the charts of people who usually marry famous individuals, making them well-known as well, often attracting more attention than their partner.

Princess Diana, Dhanishtha Moon and Magha Lagnesh, was the most photographed woman in the world, holding the record for the most sold-out paparazzi pictures, including one that sold for 6 million dollars.

Marilyn Monroe, Rohini Sun, Dhanishtha Moon, and Ashlesha Lagna, was also one of the most photographed women of her time.

4. Shatabhisha, meaning "hundred stars" and represented by a veiled star and an empty circle, is a nakshatra ruled by Rahu. ⭕️

This nakshatra is associated with illusion, the power to effect radical change, innovation, the foreign, esoteric influences, and trends. The empty circle can also symbolize the idea of a cult or community, like the Navy for Rihanna.

Rihanna, Shatabhisha Sun, stands out as one of the most influential artists and fashion icons. She has consistently set trends in the fashion world, with her style serving as an inspiration to many. Recently, her maternity looks have redefined how celebrities approach their appearance during pregnancy, bringing a stylish twist to the norm.

Demi Moore, Lagnesh in Shravana and Jupiter in Shatabhisha in the first house, set a trend for nude pregnancy photoshoots. At the time, this was quite controversial, but it has since become a common practice not just among celebrities, but also for non-celebrity women.

Elizabeth Taylor, Sun in Shatabhisha, was also a major target for paparazzi. George Hamilton once remarked:

"I remember when the word 'paparazzi' came along, and it just meant a bunch of guys who were all photographers looking for Elizabeth Taylor. Desperately looking for Elizabeth Taylor! And that was the beginning of paparazzi. They were not going for glamour anymore. They were going for the destruction of glamour."