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evangelinesbible · 1 year

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WHAT TYPE OF FANS YOU’D HAVE BASED ON THE 11H AND FAN ASTEROID

ARIES - Your fans are bold and wild. They see you as THE trendsetter and a wild person. So in essence they too act the same. They believe in your free spirit and they love how you motivate and move others. They’ll defend you with their last breath because in their eyes you are their leader and inspiration.

TAURUS- Loyalty is their specialty. They are creative and understand you and what you value in life. They want to see you in abundance and would probably spend a lot of money on you. They’re low key and don’t make much trouble for you unless they happen to be stubborn and stuck in toxic fan base ways.

GEMINI- Erratic and flip floppy fans. They either love everything you do or they can’t stand the choices you make. They might persist that you stay one way while another side embraces you to grow and develop as a person. They might praise your mind and how you think. They might have two different ways they see you and often might be misunderstood.

CANCER- protective ride or die fans. They see you as mama bear and would say/do anything to defend you. They have a deep emotional connection to you. You are seen as someone who is caring emphatic and you are not afraid to be emotionally real with your audience and they love that.

LEO- Loud ass fans. They are proud to be fans of you. Your fans might be famous for being extra/ too much. They too are creative and very boastful about how great a fan base they are. They love how confident you seem and in essence they too are confident. Scary when t they person they love is being hated on.

VIRGO- critical and analytical fans. They might nit-pic everything you do. They might be the type of fans who over analyze everything you do and obsess over how you think/ what you’re thinking about. Similar to Gemini they might praise you for your mind and the stuff you come up with.

LIBRA- Similar to Taurus they are also chill and loyal fans. Your fan base is probably pretty popular too. Your fans might obsessive over how pretty you are and you might have a lot of fan girls. They also might like how you care about politics and political issues.

SCORPIO - Critical and obsessive. You are seen as mysterious and they love that. You’ve got an allure that makes them want more. They might even be overly obsessive or too possessive of you. Just like Leo they can be quite scary when angered or when the person they love is being disrespected.

SAGITTARIUS- You have a hilarious fan base and they probably make fun of you a lot. But it’s all love. They might be a bit brash, over exaggerate or maybe just plain rude sometimes but they can also be an optimistic and open minded fan base. They embrace the changes that you make in whatever it is that you do.

CAPRICORN- your fan base has so much respect and admiration for you. They envy and love how hard you work. Another ride or die fan indicator. They care so much as out your career choices and want to see you succeed in whatever field you choose to work in.

AQUARIUS- the unique and unpredictable fan base because you yourself might be the same. They support anything unorthodox or unique thing you do. They might not understand or want it but they’ll support it. Similar to Taurus they are very loyal ( especially if it’s the 11h cuz Aquarius is at home there).

PISCES - Empathetic and understanding fans. Anytime you go through troubles or express the things you’ve been through your fans show true empathy. They’re head for you. They understand what you dream for yourself and they want to help in whatever way they can. They see you as real and they are like your shoulder to cry on.

BONUS

FAN CONJ. MC/FAN CONJ. ASC/ FAN CONJ. NN

Another indicator of having obsessive fans. For the mc they might help your career A LOT. In your career you’ll be known for having fans that always supported you and helped you grow in your career. For the ASC they love everything about you and how you present yourself. They’re here for your personality and how you grow as an individual. They obsess over how you look and they make it their mission for everyone to know who you are. For the North Node your fans were meant to embrace all of you and they things you are destined to be great at. Overall your fans probably can’t get enough of you and they help you gain fame if you have one of these aspects.

Examples:

Beyoncé - Fan conj MC

Whitney - Fan conj. NN

Michael - Fan conj. ASC

Nicki Minaj - Fan conj. MC

(Fan: 151590)

What’s your fan and 11H sign? Mine 11H Cancer and my Fan is in Virgo conj. ASC 💋

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#astrology #astro notes #astro observations #astro placements #astrology notes #fan asteroid #11th house #fame astrology #beyonce #michael jackson #whitney houston #nicki minaj

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eowynarchives · 5 months

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upon starting and finishing misfits and magic in one day i will say with my entire chest that we NEED a season two AT LEAST. aabria i am begging you on my hands and knees PLEASE

#ABSOLUTELY FERAL AFTER BINGING ALL OF IT I NEED MORE GOAT HOUSE GANG PLEASE!!#misfits and magic #dimension 20 #aabria iyengar #brennan lee mulligan #lou wilson #erika ishii #danielle radford #evan kelmp #whitney jammer #k tanaka #sam black

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propertyofwhitney67 · 7 months

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Just imaging drunk Whitney singing

#also holy shit Whitney's house #dol #degrees of lewdity #dol whitney #whitney the bully #dol bailey #bailey the caretaker #lore

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gravesdotjpg · 3 months

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Does this get exhausting? Cosplaying as a good man?

#the curse #Nathan fielder #Asher Siegel #Whitney Siegel #dougie schecter #I need house of leaves to happen to them #Oopsie I forgot I had this blog but also I have barely been drawing lately I feel like

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found-family-tournament · 9 months

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Found Family Tournament Round 2 Part 6 Group 28

Propaganda and further images under the cut

(Mod Note: For increased clarity, Ghost House’s name and photo have been altered)

Chimeron: Evan Kelmp, Karen Kieko Tanaka, Whitney Jammer, Sam Black

Bad Kids: Riz "The Ball" Gukgak, Adaine Abernant, Fabian Aramaris Seacaster, Gorgug Thistlespring, Figueroth "Fig" Faeth, Kristen Applebees (& Ragh Barkrock)

Chimeron:

They’re just my little guys I love them so so much :((( sweetest guys ever

Bad Kids:

before i start the pictures below are by isawiitch (https://www.tumblr.com/isawiitch), victor rosas (https://twitter.com/SirVictorThe2nd), and m0nomercy (https://www.tumblr.com/m0nomercy) respectively check them out they're very cool and also that middle guy did the official art for fantasy high its very cool

anyways

all of these dumb teens are just god they complete each other they're the most important people in the world to each other like fabian and gorgug meeting with a punch to the stomach and going on to share a hug in an evil forest and "DO YOU WANT ME TO BITE IT OUT FOR YOU" "the ball, wait" -riz and fabian and kristen's really bad inspiring speech (they're gonna get inspiring real soon) but they are inspiring because they're from the best and sweetest friend in the whole world and gorgug getting razzed a little for thinking random people are his dad and the sheer joy everyone felt for him when he met his real parents and RIZ THE BALL GUKGAK AND FABIAN SEACASTER THE DUO OF ALL TIME and adaine learning to be a normal teen and fig swearing she's not an open person when she pours her heart out to her friends every chance she gets and riz and adaine being the only two non-horny members of the team and bonding over that and being smart but terrible in social interactions together and "its called being gay, when you're here you're family" -kristen applebees, 2019 and fig starting a band with gorgug, one of the more socially awkward members of the party and "what would riz do" "you bite down hard on a piece of glass" and adaine's actual worst fear being what she would become after her friends passed and the KILL YOUR DAD chant and its gorgug keep going and all of them feeling each others' overcoming of fear in the forest of the nightmare king no matter how far apart they are and riz shooting off an incel's fingers for being weird about adaine (there was other stuff going on but you can't convince me that it wasn't at least partially because of that) and the gang not really letting gorgug and kristen forget that one time they died (they got better and were psychologically okay with it after a bit so this was lighthearted jabs and not straight-up reminding them of a big traumatic moment) and "my friends were warmer to me on the first day that we met than you were to me in my whole life" -adaine abernant, 2020

AND that doesn't even include all the crazy stuff with bad kids-adjacent found family members like gilear faeth getting his life back together thanks to these teens and jawbone o'shaughnessy being the dad of all time to the point where he actually adopts adaine at the end of sophomore year and aelwyn abernant holy shit (she's harder to justify here because her main important interactions are with her sister, unlike gilear who is technically fig's stepdad but is a core part of the found family in all directions) aelwyn abernant is trying so desperately hard to be better and ayda aguefort and adaine swapping homemade spells named after each other (adaine kills her dad with hers its a good time) and ragh barkrock getting over his internalized homophobia

SO IN CONCLUSION these guys have changed each other so much and every single combination of them, be it a duo or a trio or whatever has a distinct dynamic thats so so important to me. they're all family to each other, some of them more than even their real families. they are the guys of all time and my blorbos even and are a wicked good found family

Sometimes a family is the kids who all got detention together on the first day of school at adventuring academy.

And sometimes that family is:

A Half-elf-Half-Pirate rich boy who killed toxic masculinity by learning how to dance, and mercy-killed his father by stabbing him with a sword.

"The Greatest Wizard of this Age" (actually a Barbarian who took a level in artificer to boost his cellphone-reception to call and apologize to his satyr girlfriend) Half-Orc drummer who was adopted by Gnomes;

A bisexual Punk-rocker Tiefling who thought she was a wood-elf until her horns came-in & caused her and her adoptive father to discover that her biological father is actually an Archdevil;

The Elven Oracle (later just "The Oracle"/"Everybody's Oracle") who was adopted by the school's Werewolf Guidance Councilor after her evil parents disowned her (she later punched her evil bio-dad to death in a single round of combat, despite being a magic caster);

An aro-ace (un)licensed Private Investigator Goblin who carries a briefcase and ate the face of the dragon that ate his father;

And a lesbian ex-fundie human who met the corn-god her family worships, found out he sucks & left the church and her family, CREATED HER OWN GOD (of Buzzfeed listical symbols, known first as "YES!" then later "YES?"), only to then abandon that god to become the Saint of the long forgotten Goddex/Goddess of Mystery, Night and Magic.

(Optionally, add in the Half-Orc repressed-gay bully they befriended and helped come out)

And sometimes, that found family becomes a literal family, because over the course of the series:

Fig's mom starts dating Adaine's adoptive dad,

Fig's adoptive dad gets engaged to Fabian's mom,

Fig's biological dad starts dating Riz's mom,

Kirsten starts dating the niece of Adaine's adoptive dad/Fig's mom' boyfriend.

(Gorgug is the only one who still isn't related to the others, but he did find his biological parents. And although he still lives with his adoptive parents, he is now in the famous band "Fig and the Cig Figs" along-side his bio-parents, Fig, and Fig's bio-dad)

Currently, Fig, Adaine, Kirsten, Fig's mom, Adaine's adopted dad, Kirsten's GF, Adaine's biological older sister, Adaine's sister's ghost fiancé, Ragh, Ragh's mom, and Fig's Half-Phoenix librarian/pirate GF all live in one giant haunted old Victorian-style Manor.

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daltony · 2 months

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Jack Champion, Sophia Lillis, Kate del Castillo, Tony Dalton, Whitney Peak, Blu del Barrio & Bobby Cannavale Join Dave Bautista In Action Pic ‘Trap House’

#film #Trap House #Whitney Peak #Jack Champion #Sophia Lillis #Kate del Castillo #Tony Dalton #Blu Del Barrio #Bobby Cannavale #Dave Bautista #2024 #article

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gay-baby-brig · 7 months

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Just saw the absolutely insane take of "people die sometimes 🥺 can you not imagine a world where someone you love dies? I'm an empath so I can. You wouldn't understand the writer's loss as well"

I'm gagging on rage rn don't ever know anyone from oklahoma

#group chats are hell #no more of that then #im not doxxing her but her name is Whitney Lynn #can you imagine someone you love dying #that cant actually happen tho right 🥺#my dad drives a lifted truck hes invulnerable and my mom has not left the house in 22 years #ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means death season 2 #izzy hands

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aloicon · 2 years

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#icon #icons #twitter icons #bella hadid icons #jisoo icons #blackpink #zoey deutch icons #dua lipa icons #emily carey icons #house of the dragon #emily lind #whitney peak icons #Gossip Girl Icons #Zión Moreno icons #sabrina carpenter

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7-crows-in-a-trench-coat · 2 years

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gay humor is wild. someone with a cartoon character or picrew superimposed over a pride flag as their pfp will post “gay people don’t deserve rights” and it will get 20k likes

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publicabsent · 1 year

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the house incident.

had she known such a predator waited for her, perhaps she never would have left the house that day.

midmarch air pushes against her hair, the smell of early spring flowers carried with it. the sky shines blue, happily unaware of the day it brings. the girl, too, expects nothing from her cursory glance at the overgrown lot.

the rusty chain fence seems to be the line for the brambles & the yellowed grass. the few trees among the brush seem almost burnt up & dead, gnarled bare to the branches. her feet freeze in place, hazel eyes finding the well-disguised maw of the beast -- an old house, somewhat victorian in style. she squints, seeing both a version condemned by neglect & a version painted an elegant mossy green. the green house focuses its image, the slate roof & white detailing seeming fresh. she remembers halfway, while still studying the house, that the gate into the fence was not open before. maybe it was, she reasons. perhaps i wasn't paying attention.

her feet carry her close enough to spot the deep blue curtains, drawn back to display an ornate hearth of dark wood. a house of luxury, to be sure. though the house seems unassuming, she can feel the iciness creep around her ribs like a warning. she shouldn't be here; she needs to go to the library -- in an act of betrayal, somehow, her hand uses the brass knocker. the face in the ornament leers at her. (had she even approached the front door?)

the oaken door swings in to reveal a rich foyer, creamy wallpaper offset by nearly black wooden accents. it feels as though the house itself wants her company, though the chill is creeping into her spine. yellow sneakers feel cemented to the earth, unable to enter or exit.

"oh," a warm, syrupy voice coos, "hello, dear, do please come in."

the medium's feet oblige, entering softly into the carpeted hall. the door closes behind her, jaw gently closing in. she hardly notices, more aware of the graceful blonde woman gliding toward her. the woman is dressed in a lavender housecoat, effortlessly fashionable for seemingly no audience. her hair is gathered into a braid that cascades over one shoulder. she must be a mother, the brunette thinks. one who reads bedtime stories & holds you close. a warm one.

"you must forgive my appearance, it's been quite a while since company ... well, never mind that, come into the parlor, will you? i shall put the kettle on."

practically ushering her guest into the room, the blonde woman nearly vanishes once the younger girl is shoved into a seat. though the room is beautiful, clearly the one she'd seen from the window, something feels wrong. it smells too old. almost rotted.

"here we are! it's just earl grey." the blonde woman sets a tray holding a delicate tea set onto the table. "oh, where are my manners," she chuckles, seemingly unbothered by her guest's silence. "lady isadora whitney. pleased to meet you, miss ... ?"

finally, the brunette speaks. "an -- annette. um. c-carli."

isadora fixes two cups of tea, allowing annette a better look at the intricate floral painting. white carnations & red poppies decorate the side of the porcelain cup, & the icy sensation intensifies.

"m -- m-miss, i ... i really sh - should --"

"go? oh, do stay, darling. you'll notice time is ... peculiar in this house. & company is so rare these days."

annette had figured she was a ghost. such a statement confirmed it. the spectacled medium looks into her teacup, eyes widening at the sick dark green that tinged the liquid. the internal chill was closing its fingers around her throat; she needed to run, but nothing moved. not until isadora, with surprising strength, hoists the living girl up by her upper arms, holding just slightly too tight.

"perhaps a tour of the house? i hope, annette, you shall find it most diverting. off we go, then."

the ghost drags her haphazardly through the labyrinthine corridors. old family portraits glower down at annette as she passes, feet failing to find reliable purchase. isadora's voice has not changed from the warmth it held, but something underneath it has shifted.

"you see, darling, the women of my family have had dreadful luck when it comes to families. husbands sent to war, sickly children, conniving in-laws. i was no exception. i'd had, oh, perhaps three husbands ... ? only sweet horace never betrayed me, if only because i didn't let him. i had the most wretched, ungrateful children, despite my love & care."

isadora releases her cargo, sending annette falling to her knees. despite the exquisite appearance of the floor, splinters enter & tear at the skin of her knees. the medium looks up at the lady of the house, finally seeing the change.

her limbs were longer, bonier. her kind face had shifted into something gaunt & burned away in places, her teeth like jagged crumbs of marble. once-lovely hair was brittle & singed. there was no time to notice the talons on isadora's fingertips before they sheathed themselves into annette's jawline, pulling her to her feet & into the spirit's face. she smells of burnt flesh & rot.

"i elected to make my own luck. a dinner, for all my family."

realization strikes the living girl as she is practically thrown into the burnt bones of a once-lovely dining room. the feeling of death permeates the charred room. (now that isadora's nails no longer hold her, she feels the blooding trickling down her neck. the stale, dusty air stings.)

isadora killed all of them.

"the children were easy enough. poison for the bigger ones, but the littlest two i simply smothered. since my care was so suffocating."

annette stands stock still, eyes unfocused on the room before her. if so many died here, why did only she linger? are they hiding? lying in wait? or maybe they're watching, waiting like vultures -- annette's shoulders & head slam against the flimsy wall, only feeling a slight give. one of isadora's arms is braced just under the medium's collarbone, but her other hand snatches a delicate wrist. her grip is tight, almost too tight. the brunette wails despite herself, the sound tearing at her frozen throat.

"listen when i speak, you pathetic little shit!"

a sharp wrench of her wrist, salty tears now mingling with both dust & the slowing trail of blood. hazel eyes are wide, & she distantly wonders whether her wrist is broken. isadora seems not to care, gripping fragile upper arms & pulling her guest along yet again.

as they wander the house, what first appeared warm & welcoming is now cold, tattered, & watching the stranger. isadora, in between brief flashes of violence, explains placidly what she had done.

her first husband, along with his new wife, met their ends with a garrote. the wife, "wee thing she was," all but lost her head. annette's queasy expression prompted a vicious yank at her curls, baring her throat. the command to feel no pity for "that whore & her employer" rattles in annette's skull, shaken about by the sharp strike to her face that follows. all the living girl manages through pain & tears are mouthed apologies & an attempt at stoicism.

isadora's second husband never remarried. a polite, soft-spoken sort of man, she claimed she pitied him. this pity precedes a non-fatal blow to the head & a hanging. as the ghost's grip slackened, in one single moment of daring, annette tries to run. but the claws return, raking gashes from shoulder to forearm.

another angry pull at her hair, nearly eliciting a scream. "running, you coward? poor creature. what do you have to run to? i cannot imagine --" another yank, the ghost's grip twisting in now-filthy hair -- "anyone wishing for your return, darling. do they even know you're gone?"

lady whitney's gnarled hand remains twisted in annette's hair, nails occasionally gouging at her scalp as she tells of horace. his fate, by far, was the most dreadful. tortured by his wife, fingernails plucked out & body prodded with the red-hot poker till he confessed his intended double-crossing, mewling out a plea for mercy. he finally died when she thrust the poker through his ribcage. were it not for the still-vicious grip, annette may have vomited.

"my only mistake was letting the fire roar too long. it swallowed the house. but death isn't the end, is it, wretch?"

the small girl is tossed forward, only barely catching herself from flying face-first into the once-grand staircase. one step connects just below her ribcage, determined to leave a bruise & knocking the wind out of her.

before she can move to her feet, sharp nails clench her ankles. isadora begins to climb the stairs.

"many years later, some foolish little girl, some stupid child let her curiosity lead her here. the stairs held her weight going up, but upon her descent, the floors simply ... gave way."

as the ghost spoke, annette was being dragged up the stairway. the first stair caused her teeth to clamp on the inside of her cheek, the taste of blood filling her mouth. shaking hands scrabble desperately to find something to resist with, only managing to bloody her fingertips till it hurt to use them. her pleading is hardly audible, voice long gone. that was when the hands began to appear. they held onto her where they could, pulling against the lady whitney. hands with no fingernails grasp her wrists, but she feels them all over her. pinning her to the spot.

"let her go, you snakes! i've already killed you once, could i not do it again?"

annette squeezes her eyes shut as isadora continues to rage at unseen victims, her grip on the girl's legs vanishing. all she can think of is home. or anywhere else. the hands seem to hold her tighter, but in defense. still, she squirms against them. isadora's shrill screams grow louder & louder, till annette's ears are simply ringing. suddenly it's pouring rain.

she's flat on the ground, dried grass surrounding her. as if it all vanished. other than the ringing in her ears, the rain, & the odd passing car, all is quiet.

annette remains on the earth, bleeding & breathing heavily, until she shivers at the cold rain. the pain at her movement spreads over her, waking up her still-reeling mind. lifting herself to her feet takes a few attempts before she's steady.

trudging home in the rain is worse. her hair feels heavy & matted with knots, blood, & dirt. her scalp is screaming. she's sure at least some, if not all, of her wounds are still bleeding. it's agony to fumble for her house key, traces of blood left on every surface she touches. climbing to her attic is simply out of the question.

at least, she thinks as she collapses onto the sofa, at least i wasn't gone too long.

(she awakens the next morning to her mother's yell: gone a month & bleeding on the sofa? why bother returning?)

#✽ ➝ meta. ❜#blood /#blood ment /#abuse ment /#death ment /#death /#ask to tag /#hey <3 love u guys #✽ ➝ whitney house. ❜

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