#FATHER YOU OWN MULTIPLE SETS OF TAROT CARDS!!!!

[binch-i-might-be]

sometimes I'm just sitting here and suddenly I remember that my normal ass ordinary fully regular father revealed to us during a night of drinking that he is a PSYCHIC MEDIUM. who used to do tarot readings and PREDICTED A MEDICAL ISSUE OF HIS FRIEND'S SISTER WITHOUT EVER MEETING THE GIRL. HELLO

#HE'S THE MOST NORMAL GUY I HAVE EVER SEEN HOW IS HE A MEDIUM!!!! LOSING IT #every time when little child me would chalk something up to supernatural occurrences like ghosts he would go 'lol fuck no' #FATHER YOU OWN MULTIPLE SETS OF TAROT CARDS!!!! #rayrambles

[eetarot]

The first official post.

I posted some preliminary work over on @qwertyfingers a few days ago, but I've decided to be organised for once and stick everything on it's own blog, so here's an intro post for organisational clarity. I'll be posting any and all updates about the project here, and that's all it'll be used for, to keep the streams from crossing.

What is this project?

I’m aiming to produce a full major arcana for a tarot, using themes, imagery, characters and places pulled from Everything Everything lyrics and odds and ends like interviews, song Q&As and so on.

Some major arcana cards have immediately evident analogues in EEs body of work. For example, The Empress is a ‘great mother’/'mother nature’ figure, protective and wrathful in turn, obvious parallels to Tin (The Manhole).

They will embrace me tonight as a A father and a son And I will carry homo sapiens through the night

Our Empress can be represented by the Fox, and potentially bring in some evolution imagery from Choice Mountain, Leave the Engine Room.

Judgement meanwhile is a representation of a rapture-like apocalyptic event that rewrites everything we know - which is heavily telegraphed in much Mountainhead but especially Wild Guess and The Witness.

Do you know what I saw? Nothing but endless fields of bodies swimming in the pit There was blinding light There were many eyes How could I know that? How could I know that? If I wasn’t there?

The role of Judgement in this deck will be played by this great accident in the pit. The exact visual it will take on is less apparent, but we have our basic inspiration already.

Other cards are more difficult. The Devil is hard precisely because there are almost too many options to draw from, but few prominent or recurrent enough to be the obvious choice. There are multiple places to draw lyrical inspiration for The Hermit from, but none of them provide any visual information. But this whole thing is a process and I’ll get there eventually.

Why are you doing this?

I had the initial idea for this project in 2021. I became really intrigued by tarots status as a sort of agreed-upon set of glyphs and stories shared across time and spent a lot of time researcing the different designs and meanings of cards throughout time. I don’t “believe” in the power of tarot any more than astrology (i.e. not at all), but I’m fascinated by the function of the imagery and art of the cards themselves.

During my reading I got to thinking about what I feel strongly enough about to consider creating a deck and I struck upon this. The first card I ever had a plan for was The High Priestess. Described as a sort of spiritual or social leader-by-example, a representative of the best of humanity and our collective knowledge. In a tounge-in-cheek way, that’s exactly what Come Alive Diana is about.

Her phantom head is thinking for all mankind I saw her portrait in the Mail Her phantom head was directing the holiest of hunts

I was immediately struck by the image of a spectral Diana cradling her own severed head in a pretty gruesome pastiche of the traditional depiction of the card, and haven’t been able to get the thought of it out of my mind since. It’s spiralled out of control since then.

So yeah. Mostly I’m doing this because it interests me on a purely artistic level, and because it’s a fun challenge to approach something really creative in a strangely scientific way. Like I’m dissecting and analysing a bunch of art I really enjoy and creating horrifying chimeras with the remains. I love it.

How will it all get done?

I’m a relatively experienced watercolour and gouache painter and illustrator, though I’ve never tackled a project this big before. The thing that scares me most is having to learn architectural drawings for at least two of the cards I have planned so far. But I look forward to it.

Right now I’m working on typing up all of the notes I have scattered between sketchbooks and notepads about my ideas for different things and making sure I know which areas need my attention most right now. Otherwise, I’m just vibing.

I welcome any questions or suggestions you might have in my ask box or messages! In an ideal world I’d like to complete all of the card artwork myself, but I have no pre-existing skill in graphic or product design and have no idea how to go about choosing a font or designing a card beyond the illustration and so if that’s something you do know about and would like to get involved please do.

Currently I have no plans of printing these up or making any overtures towards this being more than a casual passion project. My only experience with the professional art world is very informal local gallery shows and I don’t feel ready to change that!

#everything everything #e_e_ #ee fanart #mainline posts

[praeteritus-memories-muses]

Name: Garry

Series: Ib

Continuity: True Ending

Age: 22

Height: 5'0"

Orientation: Homosexual | Non-binary (They/them)

Species: Human

Occupation: Clothing store clerk

Father: Unnamed

Mother: Unnamed

Bio:

Garry is an only child to a set of highly conservative parents, relatively. They actually lived an rather average life, one so ordinary that they almost never mentions it. Yet something happened as Garry had entered their second year of high school, they fell in love with a boy. Garry didn't know about their parents blatant homophobia due to their conservatism, even when their father made remarks about the month of June being pride month, they had still been in the dark as most youth do.

That summer, Garry came out as gay to their parents who were not pleased by them in the slightest. They begged them to go to a conversion camp or therapy but they at first would politely refuse, until they started hiding things like their cell phone and laptop while telling them it's what made them gay. It was getting so bad and dangerous that they were starting to physically abuse them on multiple occasions. Garry had enough and at age seventeen, packed their bags in the middle of the night and decided to stay at their current boyfriend's house. (Whom they never introduced to their parents for obvious reasons)

The stress of graduating high school and them running away from home so quickly had caused Garry and their current relationship to not really work out and broke up just after they graduated high school. Yet they weren't going to let any of this get them down. Now graduated from high school, they left town and went from bus to bus until they arrived at a city they never even heard of before. It's there they got a job as a clerk for a local goth centric store in the local mall.

Though all was not completely well with Garry. They were incredibly closed off from people and suffered a major smoking addiction, often smoking an entire pack in one day. It wasn't until they noticed how short they were on money from buying so many cigarettes a day that they would decide to quit, keeping lemon candies in their pocket to suppress their itch to smoke.

As an interest, Garry has always loved two things - art and sweets. When they heard the world famous artist, Guertena, was having an exhibit in the new year was when they worked their bum off to earn enough money to buy a ticket. they were still working a minimum wage job in a city, cash was still tight for them. Often times, he'd be so short on money that he exclusively bought his clothes at thrift stores and shopped at family owned discount stores for food.

Yet they finally were able to afford a ticket! Grabbing their tattered coat, lemon candy, wristwatch and lighter - they made their way to the gallery. There they absolutely loved all the beautiful art on display, but their personal favorite was The Hanged Man. They were a fan of the beautiful art of tarot cards and something about the meaning of The Hanged Man had drawn them particularly to that painting. Yet as they were enjoying it was when the lights went out and suddenly the floor turned to...paint? Which caused Garry to fall in.

They awoke in a place that looked like another gallery, but the room was all a deep red. Pieces that weren't even in the real exhibit were there, suddenly a vase appeared in front of them with a blue rose. A note told them "As the rose wilts, so do you." A concerning one indeed. As they wandered around, suddenly they were attacked by women in the gallery whose bodies had halfway come out and attacked them! Easily frightened, and absolutely hated horror movies, Garry ran for their life only for these women to surround them and begin to munch away at their blue rose, dying as they would consume the rose.

Yet they awoke perfectly fine and a little girl giving their rose back to them. It was a little girl in a simple red outfit, with a red rose of her own. They thanked her, but noticed this poor little girl was all alone. Garry actually adores children, often being very motherly and patient towards any child they met whether lost or had a question when they came into the store. They couldn't live with themselves to let a child go alone in this dangerous and strange world, so they'd go along with Ib and work with her to get out of the gallery.

It wouldn't be easy for Garry who frightened so easily. They were never a coward, but they definitely was easy to scare. They'd be brave for Ib if it meant she'd be protected, especially when she was so sweet towards them. Their bond would only grow in the gallery, Garry even giving her their lemon candy to calm her down from a nightmare. It was those candies they relied on as a crutch in not to smoke anymore and it seems it was this moment where they could let go of the candy too.

In the gallery they would meet a girl named Mary, who instantly showed animosity towards them. Normally, Garry encountered spoiled girls like Mary all the time and knew how to calm them down but it seems no matter what they did - Mary just had venom in her voice when speaking to them. It was to a point where Garry was suspicious and when they and Ib were separated for a time, they found a book containing a portrait of...Mary!!! Mary was just another painting come to life! Luckily they would confront her, where she ran away in fury.

Ib and them would suddenly enter a world completely different from the one they had been in, it was now a world drawn in crayon by what looked to be a child around Ib's age. They would wander around until they encountered Mary again, who this time was threatening to hurt them. Desperate and scared for their lives as Mary had a sharp palette knife in her hand to stab them, Garry gave Ib their lighter and Ib had destroyed Mary's painting. This killed Mary who was set ablaze and turned into a puddle of paint. The scuffle had caused Garry cut is hand where Ib gave them a handkerchief with her name on it to bandage it.

At last Garry and Ib would find a way to escape! Yet when they made it to the real world, neither of them could remember what happened. Just as Garry was checking out the rose sculpture, feeling a strange sense of nostalgia, Ib would approach them who seemed to remember everything, even showing the candy from their pocket and their own coat had her handkerchief in it. The two of them quickly regained their memories and although they had to go for the exhibit was closing, they promised Ib they should meet again sometime.

They would eventually meet with Ib's parents at coffee shop, where they'd explain to them how they had met their daughter when she had gotten lost in the exhibit. Of course, they gave the basic version of it as to not make them think they were a mad person. Seeing how sweet they were, they agreed that Ib could meet with them again sometime and the two would have a reunion at a local cafe where they served macarons (Garry's new favorite sweet). They've even met with Ib's parents quite a few times after that, who adore them so much that they allow him to babysit Ib when they're out. It's almost like Garry has the family they secretly always wanted after they came out, they even told Ib's parents of their status and they truthfully didn't care and often encouraged them. It's truly enough to make them cry. Who knew an art gallery would turn their life around?

Garry is a very gentle person, often very soft spoken and speaks with a very elegant tone to them. They don't view gender as black and white as others so they often will and hopes to be seen as someone who can break the barriers of gender. They also love art, sweets and occasionally gothic aesthetics. Though they haven't entered college yet, they do hope to someday work in fashion as a designer.

[fatedlore]

FIRST AND FOREMOST...

I expect all of my rules to be read, as this portrayal is based on only SOME of her original lore. When I follow someone, it is always after I have read their rules and about page. I expect the same etiquette to be followed in return. I will know if you do not read any of my information and I will hard block those who show that they have not, with no warning and no hesitation.

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This is an independent writing blog for an original interpretation of the Caraval character known as SCARLETT DRAGNA. However, it is important to note that this portrayal is in no way connected to or written in conjunction with the Caraval or Once Upon a Broken Heart series. Scarlett is unaffiliated with her original canon and is based on mixed lore from various pieces of media and fairy tales, including SOME of the Caraval canon. Much of the writing done on this blog will be based in realms of fantasy and will include aspects of the supernatural. I DO HAVE ALTERNATE VERSES FOR WRITING IN NON-MAGICAL SETTINGS. Any headcanons that you see here are mine and mine alone.

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As previously stated, this characterization of Scarlett is mixed media based. Much of my inspiration for this interpretation comes from various fairy tales, as well as multiple interpretations of the Major Arcana from Tarot divination card decks. While the stories that have inspired this interpretation are not mine, nor is Scarlett herself, the collective narrative found here is my own. Please do not lift any content that you see here.

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This blog is mainly PLOT-BASED. I love world-building and creating complex dynamics between muses. I prefer writing in third person. You're more than welcome to continue any memes I have written for you; sending memes and plotting are the best ways to get things going with me! Scarlett's main and default arc is based in a fantasy realm consisting of five empires. She is the empress of one such empire called the Meridian Empire. In this world, there are beings called Fates, which are similar to gods, as well as humans. My interpretation of this world includes the existence of many other supernatural and fairy tale folk; this makes plotting and writing with other fantasy muses quite easy in terms of adapting and synthesizing lores.

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Scarlett is half-Fate on her father's side with her mother having been a human. She's only recently become Empress and likewise recently discovered the truth of her parentage, including her status as the child of a Fate. You can find more information about Scarlett and Fate lore at this post.

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My name is Rionach, or Rio. I'm 27 and my pronouns are she/they. I work full time. I’m highly selective and mutually exclusive. Wary of duplicates, but not entirely opposed. If you don’t have your name somewhere on your blog, it’s a no from me. Don't be a cunt. I thrive on story and world building, and I want meaningful interactions and dynamics that are well-developed. I work best when my writing partner and I match energy. If you have no intention of plotting or writing with me, refrain from interactions. Also, if you don't want to follow back, please hard block me so I won't risk forgetting that I first followed you and try re-following; I'd hate to be unwittingly a nuisance! I will not follow you if you use idol FCs. I’m not heavily present on the dash; please don’t take this as a lack of interest on my part. My Discord is available for mutuals.

#INFO.

[jgoddesstarot]

Pick-A-Pile Reading: What will your family be like with your Future Spouse?

👑Check out my masterlist to see all of my pick-a-card readings😊

🔮Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are based upon my intuitive interpretation of the cards and about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

🔮 How to select a pile: Close your eyes, focus on the question in your mind, and take three deep breaths--slowly inhaling & exhaling. Open your eyes after the third exhale and let your eyes scan the images again until they land (or keep being drawn to) one. It's OK to pick multiple piles.

🔮How I read: I use a mix of tarot cards, oracle cards, along with my intuitive abilities of claircognizance, clairaudience, and clairsentience.

Pile 1:

Tarot Cards: Knight of Wands, The Hierophant, Page of Wands

I get alot of fast energy and creativity in an organized traditional home for this pile. Think mother & father are both full-time professionals in creative fields (i.e. Graphic Designer & Painter) and they have 2 kids that are exceptionally intelligent, excel at school, but have jam-packed schedules with extracurricular activities. Everyone's iPhone's are synced up to everyone's schedules & no one misses a beat.

I'm also getting the sense that the masculine energy in this connection is a bit older than the feminine energy.

I'm getting the image of the inside of a beehive. An outsider looking in is overwhelmed by all of the activity but those in the family unit (parents & kids) work together well in an orderly fashion and the environment is one of support & creative expression.

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Pile 2:

Tarot Cards: The Chariot, Page of Swords, 2 of Pentacles

There's going to be alot of action & activity in this household as well! (If you were torn between picking this pile & pile 1, go read pile 1 as well because there may be a message in there for you also).

This is a very intellectual household (I'm seeing 3 children with glasses who are Mathletes, Chess Club members, and excel on the Debate Team!😆). Though you all are very busy, there's a good sense of balance in the household between work/school responsibilities & family time. This is a very health and ideal family dynamic coming through.

The feminine energy ("mom") is coming through as a professor & the masculine energy ("dad") is coming through as a scientist.

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Pile 3:

Tarot Cards: The Sun, The Star, Queen of Wands

If you picked this pile, you have the most badass family with your future spouse & children!!!😄

Like you and your spouse come through as nature junkies who have turned your passion into careers where one of you is an award-winning documentarian and the other is an award-winning nature photographer. Your children (I see 2 of them) are homeschooled because they travel with you.

You have a full-time tutor that travels with you to make sure they get a traditional education for their age/grade level. Oh but they also receive an extensive education through the immersive experiences in the many cultures you all visit while traveling through nature around the world!

Adventure, bravery & passion are the best words to describe this family!

🌟 I hope this reading resonated with you! Please reblog & let me (and others know) what pile or piles resonated with you!🌟

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[cutegirlmayra]

Who will read?

Stories I have planned to write:

1. Sonic and the Chaos Seas (Sky and sea Pirate AU) - Much like the amazing prompts I did, I have an idea for a Sonic Pirates AU, much like my Medieval AU- where Sonic is the captain of the Bablyon Jewel, which houses the Master Emerald stolen from Angel Island... buuuut since it’s Guardian can’t part with the Master Emerald, and can’t seem to convince Sonic to turn the ship around, Knuckles joins piracy... unwillingly. Tails is his first mate, who is a genius with the ship’s ancient technology, except that Jet and Storm refuse to leave their family heirloom, as Jet is the rightful owner of the commandeered ship. They need the Master Emerald to locate, which Tails’s machines, the 7 emeralds to prevent the terrible ‘Tsunami of Skies’ event depicted in Silver’s future scrolls... the day the sky became the sea... and wiped everything off the planet! Shadow was stolen along with the feared Pirate Gerald’s research... and his granddaughter’s wereabouts remain a mystery... after Sonic accidentally wakes up Shadow, he agrees to let Shadow have his revenge on the Royal G.U.N armada who are secretly working for Eggman, who has convinced Queen Elise that he’s gathering the Emeralds for the world’s sake... Captain Rose and her all female-crew have an old score to settle with Captain Sonic, and Team Chaotix have a specific client looking for their rabbit daughter... who they believe was kidnapped by Captain Rose. It’s a journey that races against time..! But Sonic..? a Sea captain..? Nay! A sky-flying pirate who hates the sea but believes in the justice of the free winds! Shall we all head aboard? (Chaptered story, Pirate AU, Some Sonic couples like Sonamy.)

2. Sonic Storybook Series - Consisting of Oneshots of different stories. Travel to the desert land of traded goods and magical artifacts to discover The Desert Jewel (Aladdin), or perhaps travel the woods and find ancient curses with howling results? (Little Red Riding Hood), maybe you’re more a kingdom missing it’s royalty, kinda guy? (Twisted Cinderella) Which ever you preuse in your readings, care to still take the perilous dive into the Books Of Wonder!? Sorry, Sonic... you don’t have a choice. You’re evil doubleganger, born of your friends insecurities, is going to make sure you’re never the hero again! (Series of Oneshots - so multiple story-chapters - some Sonamy lol)

3. Sonic Family - Set in the distance future... Discover a secret deal, arranged out of love, before the nefarious Eggman infuses half his mind with a metallic computer to keep himself from falling to Alzheimer's. However, the machine turns him in-human, and takes over his fleshy-side. Older Sonic has to give up the oath he made so many years ago, and abandon his friends in pursuit of Eggman. It’s a deadly fight, but with the evil-counterpart ripped from Eggman’s head, Eggman finally shows his age... And Sonic is forced to place him in a home for the elderly. “Oh look! A talking hedgehog!” as Eggman is wheeled into the nursing home, Sonic, after so many years away, returns to his family... Only to find it’s a complete mess! His eldest is trying to get his mentor, Shadow, with Sonic’s wife! Amy wants another baby, and if not, then Sonic needs to be a decent father for a change... His second oldest is having fights at school, his third youngest is Tails’s apprentice and doesn’t really know much or care to learn about his father, only racing and science! His littlest is barely on her first word... can Sonic reunite with his friends and form the connection with his family he gave up long ago? And when Eggman’s mind returns to him, placing the last bingo piece into place,... does this mean Sonic’s family isn’t safely hidden anymore!? Find out! In Sonic Family~ (Sonamy and other Sonic Couples story, future AU, chaptered.)

4. Amy Rose Origin Story: The Piko Warrior - Ever wonder where Amy came from? Sonic never bothered to ask... until that is, her past catches up with her. Warriors from an culturally-rich and brutal era have sworn to find The Rose’s Last Line before a dangerous evil finds it first and wipes out the last of the Piko Warrior’s bloodline! But... the Rose’s bloodline is a traitor? Amy Rose was raised by wandering Gypsies that taught her fortunes and tarot cards, right? But you’re wrong... Will Amy tell the secret of her Piko Piko Hammer and finally tell her team of friends the truth about her brutal past? Stay tuned for this, Amy Rose’s Origin Story! (Sonamy chaptered story + Amy Origin)

5. Amy's Judgement (Judgement spirit and King Spirit. FIGHT! lol) - Unaware of her orphan past, Amy simply wants to spend the rest of her life chasing Sonic and being apart of his world... but the Gods deem otherwise. When the team discover an ancient spirit haunting the world with his undead army, it’s only up to Sonic to connect with the Spirit King, the most powerful soul in all the afterlife, in order to acquire the legendary power to fight with Spirits! (In the flesh, it’s no good!) However... The Spirit King seems to hate Sonic,... but why? And why does he look so sorrowful when seeing Amy Rose? Will the team discover their families they’ve never really known in the spirit world? Find out, in this devastating war of the living and the dead! (Chaptered story, everyone’s origins revealed, moderate Sonamy.)

6. Yugioh OC story (Will give official name later) - While Atem is enjoying his afterlife, Mana admits that there is something missing, but perhaps without it, he could continue on in blissful ignorance, but it’s not enough for Atem. Learning that there are Cursed Millennium Items that were thrown from the first batch, the Ring being cursed in secret, he rises from his rest through the Millennium Puzzle, returning to his Partner to seek his aid. Yugi is elated to see his old friend, but deeply concerned. Atem has many enemies now... and old rivals who will take advantage of this situation. Atem must recover the parts of his memory that were sealed away in the cursed items... Then they hear singing? Join this remarkable quest as the old gang gets back together to find the missing items, stop an evil Egyptian witch, and discover the missing power of the Millennium Heart, which can bring monsters and spirits... to life! “The Falcon shall find the split Dove again...And carry it’s heart to the seeking Anubis. Only then can eternity be completed, and the Pharaoh at last, rest with all his lost souls.” (Yugioh characters x Many OCs and just epic dueling lol chaptered story, it’s also just a story not all about romance XP)

7. Amy Rose's Fanfiction (Headband and puppet universe.) - When Canon Amy Rose begins to wonder if she’s satisficed in her universe, a unique opportunity presents itself... grab Chaos’s brain and create her own universe! Without knowing how she did this, the gang is informed from Tikal that Amy has created a separate universe, and they must unite with the many other universe’s to find her and get her back! However, Amy Rose creates a Fanfiction Universe with ‘puppet’ forms of her friends. Enjoy the story of Amy Rose trying to live out her dreams and fantasies through Puppet Amy Rose who begins to see suffering and fights the control of her Canon-counterpart. Can they convince Amy to return to the Canon that needs and misses her? Only by jumping from Comic, Boom, Anime, Classic, and Game universes can Tikal stretch out her power through Chaos Control and find Amy... somehow bringing her back or convincing her to return to where she belongs! (Chaptered story with adaptations of Sonamy: dark sonamy, sonamy au, modern sonamy.)

8. Softer Shades (shadamy) - Yall already know lol. Chaptered Shadamy story.

                                          Which would you read?

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[imagine-organization-xiii]

How about the organisation as Tarot cards?

I hope you all enjoy! And if you enjoy this post, you might also enjoy org members with an s/o who’s a witch/wiccan

this was surprisingly a lot difficult than I thought it would be because some cards were good for multiple people, so I tried to go more on the deeper meanings of the card than anything else

All of the cards below are part of the Major Arcana~

Xemnas - The Devil

Being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters.

Upright - temptation, unhealthy relationships, enslavement, materialism, fear, feeling trapped

Reversed - freedom from restraints, breaking from addictions

Xigbar - The Emperor

Suggests stability and security in life for a person who has everything under their control. Revolves around hard work and discipline that brought you this far, and you are involved in setting up your own rules and boundaries.

Upright - law and order, power, leadership, father figure, promotion, authority

Reversed - loss of authority, control freak, immaturity, lack of friends

Xaldin - Death

Unlikely that this means an actual, physical death. Typically it implies an end of some sort or a complete upheaval of the self, and therefore brings a sense of self-awareness.

Upright - endings, severe illness, profound change, letting go of attachments, failure, mortality

Reversed - living unaware, depression, long terminal illness, delayed endings

Vexen - The Hierophant

Stands for tradition and convention. It can represent marriage in an arranged setup or can also mean a teacher or counsellor who will help in learning or education.

Upright - seeking advice or counsel, marriage, tradition, religion, learning, education, spiritual guidance

Reversed - Breakdown, rejection of family values, abuse of position, poor counsel

Lexaeus - The Chariot

A card of overcoming conflicts and moving forward in a positive direction. One needs to keep going on and through sheer hard work and commitment, he will be victorious.

Upright - overcoming obstacles, will power, drive, a journey, confidence, ambition

Reversed - scattered energy, self doubt, lack of direction

Zexion - Justice

Indicates that the fairest decision will be made. Justice is the sword that cuts through a situation, and will not be swayed by outer beauty when deciding what is fair or just.

Upright - fairness, justice, cause and effect, balance and equilibrium, responsibility

Reversed - lack of accountability, unfair treatment, dishonesty, legal flaws, imbalance

Saix - Temperance

Indicates that you should learn to bring about balance, patience, and moderation in your life. You should take the middle road, avoiding extremes and maintain a sense of calm.

Upright - connecting with your guides, balance, moderation, harmony, alchemy, looking for divine intervention

Reversed - disharmony, imbalance, onset of illness, lack of patience

Axel - The Sun

Portends good fortune, happiness, joy, and harmony. It represents the universe coming together and agreeing with your path and aiding forward movement to something greater.

Upright - joy, enlightenment, material happiness, marriage, success, vitality

Reversed - false impressions, lack of clarity, low vitality, sadness

Demyx - The Fool

Represents new beginnings, having faith in the future, being inexperienced, not knowing what to expect, having beginner’s luck, improvisation, and believing in the universe.

Upright - beginnings, spontaneity, originality, innocence, and leap of faith

Reversed - naivety, poor judgment, folly, lack of direction, stupidity, chaos

Luxord - Wheel of Fortune

An introduction of change into the querent’s life, such as a change in station, or position or fortune, such as the rich becoming poor or the poor becoming rich.

Upright - changes, opportunity, luck, destiny, winning, chance

Reversed - mishap, unforeseen setback, bad luck, misfortune, disappointment

Marluxia - The Magician

This card points to the talents, capabilities, and resources at the querent’s disposal to succeed. The message is to tap into one’s full potential rather than holding back, especially when there is a need to transform something.

Upright - determined, resourceful, strong and powerful man, skilled, dexterity

Reversed - deceit, lack of energy, communication blocks, ill intentions, confusion

Larxene - The Tower

Commonly interpreted as meaning danger, crisis, destruction, and liberation. It is associated with sudden, unforeseen change.

Upright - unexpected change, renovation, catastrophe, destruction, accident or damage

Reversed - obstacles, volatile situation, losses, illness

Roxas - The Hanged Man

The card that suggests ultimate surrender, sacrifice, or being suspended in time.

Upright - letting go, breaking old patterns, circumspection, suspension, metamorphasis

Reversed - missing an opportunity, egotism, inability or refusal to change

Xion - The Moon

A card of illusion and deception, and therefore sometimes represents a time when something is not what it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Upright - difficult period, insecurity, mental confusion, deception, hidden things, fear

Reversed - unhappiness, release of fear, insomnia, unusual dreams, mysteries unveiled

Bonus! Sora - The Hermit

Suggests that you are in a phase of introspection where you are drawing your attention inwards and looking for answers within. You are in need of a period of inner reflection, away from the current demands of your position.

Upright - soul-searching, introspection, solitude, withdrawn from society, self-reflection, meditation

Reversed - misfit, withdrawing from loved ones, exile, sadness, loneliness

#tarot #organization xiii headcanon #kingdom hearts headcanon #x-sroboda #xvvyx

[madcxp]

𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖞  𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖘  :  XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD  is  a  twenty - one  year  old  muggleborn  .  he  is  currently  working  as  an  intern at the daily prophet  ,  and  is  suspected  of  siding  with  the order.  nicknamed  the  madcap  ,  they're  described  to  be  -  distrait  and  +  perspicacious  .  wherever  they  go  ,  they  leave  the  scent  of  vanilla pudding  ,  half - finished experimental potions  ,  &  dirigible plum  ,  and  the  memories  of  when the moon is visible in daylight hours  ,  freshly shorn strands of flaxen hair fluttering into a bathroom sink  ,  &  an obscure symbol strung onto a glistening gold chain  behind . (  rudy pankow  .  cis male  .  )  | ooc  sam  ,  23  ,  est  ,  she / her  .

hello ! i’m sam and it’s been a loooong time since i’ve been in a marauders rp, so i’m super excited for this and i hope you enjoy my quintessential ‘70s vegetarian hippie !

STATS

FULL NAME: xenophilius ? lovegood ( he’s pretty sure he has a middle name, but he can’t remember what it is. ) NICKNAMES: xeno GENDER + PRONOUNS: cis male + he / him DOB + AGE: october 13th, 1955 / twenty - one ZODIAC: libra HOMETOWN: killarney, ireland OCCUPATION: intern at the daily prophet BLOOD STATUS: muggleborn ( sort of — squib father, muggle mother )

HISTORY

tws : death, mention of drugs, neglect, mental illness. i tried to be as vague as possible, but please proceed with caution !

xenophilius ? lovegood is an irish muggleborn wizard … sort of. the lovegoods, while not a strictly pureblood family, have existed in the wizarding world for centuries. his father was a squib, homeschooled all his life until he finally ran away from home in order to join muggle society. his mother is a muggle. a free - spirited future flower child at the time of their first meeting, she found his eccentricities charming and quickly fell for him. in fact, the two eloped the very day they met. ( yes, in somewhat of a drunken, drug - fueled haze. ) their first and only child was born exactly nine months later. 

in the muggle world, their son would experience as typical of an upbringing as anyone could hope for. his father never spoke of his background, and his mother always assumed that his eccentricities could be attributed to a mixture of recreational drug use and a sheltered upbringing.

the domestic bliss came to a sudden, screeching halt when xenophilius was just five years old. his father had slipped out of their home in the late hours of the evening, sneaking out to explore the muggle world just as he had countless times before. he knelt down in the middle of a busy street to examine a pothole and was struck by a speeding bus.

he was so young when it happened, but xenophilius was an unusually perceptive child and besides, he imagines that it was difficult to miss the drastic and almost immediate change in his mother. the once - ebullient young woman had transformed into a skittish agoraphobe in a matter of mere weeks. she would sit in the attic for days on end sometimes, sifting through boxes of her husband’s belongings and discovering old books with strange titles : things like quidditch through the ages, fantastic beasts and where to find them, and of course, the tales of beedle the bard. 

she would scream and scream if he tried to enter the attic, so xenophilius would sit on the topmost step of the rickety staircase with tall stacks of books that he usually got through in a few short days. his mother forbade him from the leaving house, but he was never exactly sneaking out and yet she never seemed to notice that he was gone. he would go to the library and a few local shops, but most of the time he just went out to their backyard and laid in the grass for hours and hours.

eventually, his mother only ever left their attic to read him passages from one of his father’s strange books or tell him about the magical creatures detailed within their pages. she would get the important bits wrong so often that most of the time, she was telling xenophilius about creatures that she had practically made up all on her own. of course, he had no way of knowing that. he retained every word she said and he always, always believed her. 

xenophilius learned of his magical abilities & roots at the age of eleven like most muggleborn wixen. his mother was hysterical at the mere thought of him stepping beyond the front door of their dilapidated hub of hoarding. the ministry of magic had to step in and ( almost literally ) drag him out of the house. 

he attended hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry where he was sorted into ravenclaw house beginning in the year 1966 and completing his studies in 1974. considered a surprisingly bright student ( albeit a chronic class cutter ), he received perfect grades in herbology and care of magical creatures and received near - perfect grades in all of his other classes … except for potions. too absentminded and easily distracted to remember the ingredients and brewing instructions, he just barely managed to avoid earning straight trolls every year. 

he usually stayed at hogwarts over the winter holidays, only returning to his home in ireland during summer breaks. his mother seemed to grow further and further from reality with every passing year. by the time he was returning from his fifth year at hogwarts, she was practically comatose. she no longer ventured up to the attic or rambled on and on about nargles and the swedish crumple - horned snorkack. in fact, she never spoke at all. she sat in a rocking chair in their living room, staring blankly out the window. if her son wanted to bathe her or feed her or get her into a fresh set of pajamas, then he had to move her completely by himself.

he doesn’t care about money himself, but wishing to recruit a full - time caretaker for his mother and holding a longtime interest in journalism, xenophilius decided to accept an internship offer from the daily prophet. he hates it. all he does is fetch pumpkin juice and refill inkpots for “journalists” who write whatever the ministry tells them to whether it’s true or false. he gets laughed out of the room whenever he tries to present ideas for articles, so he’s recently stopped trying.

he’s currently living in a small apartment above one of the shops in diagon alley for the sake of his job that he’s been thinking about quitting since a few months ago, when his mother passed in her sleep ( peacefully, he hopes ). he joined the order of the phoenix because a friend dragged him into it * wc ! as a devout vegetarian, the mere sight of blood or a living creature in pain absolutely turns his stomach, but as a ( sort of ) muggleborn, he ultimately supports the cause so he doesn’t mind it all that much. he’s attempted to reach out to his father’s family a few times, but even the notoriously open - minded lovegoods want nothing to do with a squib or his child. 

PERSONALITY 

is he really a muggleborn or is he technically a halfbood ? or is he just a disgrace to his father’s family as those he’s reached out to seem to believe ? as someone who’s always been certain & unashamed of who he is, struggling with his identity in regards to his blood status makes him uncomfortable so he tries to avoid the subject altogether.

vegetarian and environmentalist. the kind of person who scolds his friends for littering and stops what he’s doing to pick up random bits of trash in the street because he absolutely cannot bear to leave it there. blood makes him squeamish and it turns his stomach to see any living thing in pain. 

he always means well. i don’t think he has it in him to be malicious or petty, however ... he’s not the most reliable friend. he’s forgetful, he can’t keep track of time ... basically, he’s t*na in this meme & he’ll flake out on plans because he distracted with reading or eating a pudding cup or climbing a tree or climbing a tree to read and eat a pudding cup on one of the branches.

friend with least amount of shit together now reading tarot cards if you're interested !

the type of wizard to spend three hours looking for his wand only to realize that it was tucked behind his ear the entire time ... multiple times a week.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

the friend who convinced him to join the order

someone who looks out for him

the scully to his mulder ( or the hermione to his luna, if you will )

his long - suffering potions partner from hogwarts ( i think they’d have to be a ravenclaw or hufflepuff age  20 - 22 )

a roommate or two could be fun !

all of the usual stuff : best friends, exes, family on the lovegood side or the muggle side, friends who drifted apart, etc ! 

these are just a few base ideas, so please don’t feel limited by what’s listed here !

#mordre:intro #death tw #drug mention tw #neglect tw #mental illness tw #i might've written a novel

[mutantdios]

* an in-depth look into guzmán.

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Andreas Guzmán. Andreas is greek, meaning “strong, manly” whereas Guzmán is a castilian surname referring to a village in the region. It has no other meaning, although some sources claim it means “Good man”, referring the Visigoth words Gus man. Moreover, there’s the comparison to the Jewish surname Gusman, which is an occupational name for a metal worker.  As a whole, the name “Andreas Guzmán” can be taken to mean: strong and brave good man.  Pronunciation: An-drAE-as Gooz-mAAn. Strictly a Spanish pronunciation. Nickname(s): Call him Guzmán in general, if you’re unsure. X if you’re sure. Guz if you’re close, but you might get stabbed anyways. He does not accept being called by his first name -- he will ignore or correct you at best, get violent at worst. And he certainly does not tolerate nicknames surrounding his first name. Birthdate: August 20 Age: 39 Zodiac: Leo -- This fixed sign is known for its ambition and determination, but above all, Leos are celebrated for their remarkable bravery. In tarot, Leo is represented by the “strength” card, which depicts the divine expression of physical, mental, and emotional fortitude. Fearless optimists who refuse to accept failure, Leos will find their deep wells of courage grow as they mature. Gender: Cis man Pronouns: He + him. Romantic orientation: Grey-Biromantic -- it is a topic of dispute whether Guzmán is capable of romantic fixation, or feelings at all for that matter. The current stance is that he is, but it requires a lot of work and it does not happen with just anyone.  More over sometimes he can be described as romance-repulsed, since he actively does not pursue romantic relationships and views them as weaknesses that can be exploited. He would know this, since he often exploits it in others. Sexual orientation: Bisexual -- he has no strict preference toward any gender, but he has been with people of all genders. Nationality: N/A -- Guzman will claim to either be American, Venezuelan or Chilean. Ethnicity: Chilean. Current location: Wynwood, Miami. Living conditions: He lives in an apartment building that he owns and rents (sometimes entirely for free) out to other mutants of low income. His own living quarters are big and comfortable and clean, almost sterile in presentation -- 3 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, a spacious kitchen and livingroom, a study. He has a second safehouse at an undisclosed location in the city.

BACKGROUND NOTES

Birthplace: N/A. Hometown: N/A. Social Class: he certainly doesn’t file taxes for how much money he has, but he has the finances of the upper middle class and acts as though he is lower middle class. Educational achievements: N/A -- at best, he has a Ph. D in mathematics. At worst, he’s a high school dropout. Father: Edgardo Guzmán -- deceased. Mother: Rosario Guzmán -- deceased. Sibling(s): Alondra Guzmán -- deceased. Birth order: First born. Pets: He has a penchant for feeding strays, but does not commit to pets. Previous relationships: this he prefers not to disclose. Arrests: his rap sheet is spotless, to the point that it feels like it’s been wiped clean, without so much as a parking ticket. Prison time: None on record, but on his own account, Guzmán will occasionally recall that he was in a Brazilian max-sec prison between ages 27-29 for murder of six police men, after which he proceeded to escape.

OCCUPATION & INCOME

Current occupation: he’s a crime kingpin and head of a sizable cartel, but for the IRS he’s a business owner and landlord. Dream occupation: honestly? President of his own country. He’s working toward that. Past job(s): he will tell you any number of truths and lies regarding this topic, among which we have: mathematics professor, CIA data analyst, CIA test subject, killer for hire, smuggler, thief.   Spending habits: anything he sees fit to help to his cause, he has no problem spending. He does not care about money, viewing it as a tool, a means rather than an end. This all being said, he’s excellent at money management.  In debt?: No, but a lot of people are indebted to him. Most valuable possession: possessions are a hindrance. He does not care about anything material.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

Physical strength: Above Average | Average | Below Average -- Notes: Guzman exercises regularly (every single day) and packs a surprising amount of strength in his arms and legs, as well as enviable core strength. It is not his most flashy physical feature, he does not have a defined body but his muscles are solid and functional. Once he gets to it, he can do some good damage. Speed: Above Average | Average | Below Average -- Notes: he can run and do so pretty fast but it is not what he’s best at. His reflexes are more than decent, though. Intelligence: Above Average | Average | Below Average -- Notes: Guzmán has basically nigh-peak human intelligence. As said above, he’s very good at handling complex, abstract theoretical concepts and handling vast amounts of information information; strategizing, debate, intuitive and deductive reasoning, etc. He has extensive knowledge of math and biology (especially genetics and bioengineering) as well as neuroscience and psychology, and he’s constantly learning more about the subjects not just for practical use but for his own personal enjoyment. Accuracy: Above Average | Average | Below Average -- Notes: he’s more than a little knowleagable about gun usage and he’s a really good shot. If you’re running from him and he happens to have a gun, you better have a damn good pair of legs or hide quickly, because he will most likely shoot you. Agility: Above Average | Average | Below Average -- Notes: he’s capable of climbing and a certain degree of free running with effortless ease. Stamina: Above Average | Average | Below Average -- Notes: it’s not bad for his age and he’s fit/healthy but it could certainly be better and all that smoking does take its toll. Teamwork: Guzmán is not really fit for anything but a leadership position. He is domineering and abrasive and the only way he can accept to take a backseat is if he has a generous amount of respect toward the people in charge -- and if so, he might be able to take orders, but only if he sees them as intelligent choices. Otherwise, he will question the authority and routinely challenge it, poking holes into their logic and plans. If he is the leader, though, he’s very good at working multiple details and elements into efficient wholes. People that follow him tend to, if not trust him, respect him because of how capable he is. Talents/hobbies: he reads a lot; his apartment is cluttered with piles and piles of books, many of which are technical in nature. Plays chess and cards. Knows how to play the piano more than adequately. Exercises regularly and trains in H2H combat. Does crosswords and sudokus. Swims. Plots the fall of humanity.  Shortcomings: speed and stamina. Guzmán can run fast for short speeds but can get tired relatively quickly due to his age, habit of smoking and joint problems as product of past altercations. He also does not work well in settings where he is not in charge. He is also unforgiving and unmerciful and if you wrong him it’s pointless to try to appeal to reason with him. Can be controlling. Can have difficulty expressing emotional concerns and being genuine. Languages spoken: English, Spanish, Russian, conversational Chinese. Others: ASL, morse code. Drive?: yes. He’s pretty good at driving all kinds of vehicles and motorcycles. Knows how to drive boats and some planes too. Jump-start a car?: yes. Change a flat tyre?: yes. Ride a bicycle?: yes. Swim?: yes. He enjoys swimming. Play an instrument?: Piano. Play chess?: yes, pretty well. Knows how to beat most in less than three moves. Braid hair?: Yes. Mostly in the context of what he knew to do for his younger sister. Little beyond that.  Tie a tie?: Yes. Pick a lock?: Yes. Cook?: Yes.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

Faceclaim: S. Cabrera Eye colour: Brown Hair colour: Brown Hair type/style/length: thick, long-medium length, wavy, a little unruly -- reference. Glasses/contacts?: Reading glasses. Dominant hand: Born left handed, but can use both. Height: 5′11 Weight: 176 lbs Build: lean, muscular especially in arms and legs, undefined chest, hairy. References: one, two. Exercise habits: every day, at least thirty minutes. Skin tone: Light brown, sun-kissed. Tattoos:  an squared circle between his shoulder blade (x), the monas hieroglyphica on his right bicep (x), the sigil of chaos, in the back of his left hand (x), a circled dot in the pad of his left index finger (x). Piercings: none. Marks/scars:  5 cm cut on his left cheek. Stab wounds scars on his abdomen. Rough hands product of manual labor. Clothing style:  alternates between casual (sweaters, jeans, boots, white or black shirts, guayaberas) and formal (suits) depending on the need. Can look either well groomed or scruffy, whatever is necessary. Jewellery: can sometimes be seen wearing chains either of gold or silver. Allergies: none. Diet: primarily vegetable based, with fish and chicken as preferred meats. Seldom eats beef or pork. Eats carbs in the form of bread and corn based doughs. Relatively healthy.  Physical ailments: knees ache. Suffers from occasional paints from the left hip from when he was shot there once.

PSYCHOLOGY

MBTI type: ENTJ -- ENTJs are strategic, organized and possess natural leadership qualities. They are master coordinators that can effectively give direction to groups. They are able to understand complicated organizational situations and quick to develop intelligent solutions. ENTJs are outspoken and will not hesitate to speak of their plans for improvement. They are decisive and value knowledge, efficiency and competence. Enneagram type: Type 8w6 SP/SX -- KEY MOTIVATIONS:  Want to be self-reliant, to prove their strength and resist weakness, to be important in their world, to dominate the environment, and to stay in control of their situation. Moral Alignment: Chaotic evil --  referred to as the “Destroyer” or “Demonic” alignment. Characters of this alignment tend to have no respect for rules, other people’s lives, or anything but their own desires, which are typically selfish and cruel. They set a high value on personal freedom, but do not have any regard for the lives or freedom of other people. They do not work well in a group, as they resent being given orders, and usually only behave themselves out of fear of punishment. It is not compulsory for a Chaotic Evil character to be constantly performing sadistic acts just for the sake of being evil, or constantly disobeying orders just for the sake of causing chaos. Temperament: Choleric -- Someone with a pure choleric temperament is usually a goal-oriented person. Choleric people are very savvy, analytical, and logical. Extremely practical and straightforward, they aren't necessarily good companions or particularly friendly. Element: Fire + Air. Emotional stability: Very emotionally stable. Seldom gets sad, angry, or caught up in otherwise strong or potent emotions. Very driven, seldom loses focus or attention in his goals and day to day affairs. Introvert or Extrovert? Action-oriented Extrovert. Guzmán enjoys being around people only on the practical sense, if it’s helping him toward the progress of his ambitions and goals. Obsession(s): mutant supremacy :/ conspiracy theories. Power. Money only in the context of achieving more power.  Compulsion(s): whenever he has to sharpen a knife in his kitchen, he ends up sharpening them all. And he can’t leave a book halfway through a chapter. He has to end the chapter, so next time he sits down to read he’s starting through another. Phobia(s): none. Addiction(s): Mind games. Drug use: regularly smokes cigars or cigarettes. Alcohol use: mostly will have a glass of whiskey every few nights, no more than that. Prone to violence?: Yes. Prone to crying?: No Believe in love at first sight?: No.

MANNERISMS

Accent: faint accent that could be pinned as that of a native spanish speaker. Speech quirks: he can get pretty talkative when things come down to it. Occasionally, he will interrupt his monologuing to ask if the other person understands what he’s saying. Hobbies: elaborated above: reading, chess, crossword, sudoku, playing intruments, working out, swimming. Habits: stroking/scratching his beard, fiddling idly with the things that are in his hands, opening and closing his fists deliberately. Nervous ticks: does not give away when he’s nervous. Drives/motivations: power-seeking, revenge, general mayhem and destruction. Fears: none in the immediate sense. Guzman is not scared of death, of things going wrong, of pain. He’s died before, things have gone wrong before, he’s been tortured before. Visceral fears have no hold over him. His disquiet stems more from existential concerns.  Sense of humour?: decent. Although, when he’s serious, he does not tolerate disrespect and jokes/flippant demeanors are considered disrespect.  Do they curse often?: not really. Will usually only curse to drive a certain point home.

FAVORITES

Animal: wolves and all matter of felines. Beverage: whiskey and rum, water. Book: he cannot choose! Colour: warm tones. Food: rice with chicken and beans, arepas, etc. Flower: does not care. Gem: does not care. Mode of transportation: car or motorcycle. Scent: cinnamon, coffee, freshly baked bread. Sport: soccer, baseball. Weather: sunny. Vacation destination: does not care for the concept, though as a rule he prefers warmer climates.

ATTITUDES

Greatest dream goals: for mutants to be in power, and for him to be in charge of them. Greatest fear: the eradication of the mutant race. Most at ease when: he is in control of the situation at play, when things are going according to plan, when someone has reaffirmed his loyalty to him in vital ways.  Least as ease when: there are variables that stop him from being fully in control, or he doesn’t know key pieces of information. Worst possible thing that could happen: dying before seeing a good portion of his plans materialized. It would be the worst, but it would be mostly inconvenient, really.  Biggest achievement: helped (through direct and indirect ways) make discrimination against mutants illegal in Venezuela, Brazil, Argentina, Chile and Perú. Participated in the assassinations of authoritarian figures and anti-mutant politicians in South and Central America. Biggest regret: does not have one -- yet.

#files. #hc.

[lizselwyn]

the beast in me is caged by frail and fragile bars, restless by day and by night rants and rages at the stars

𝕰𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖜𝖞𝖓: 𝕬𝖓 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝖖 𝖚 𝖔 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

If I told you what I was, Would you turn your back on me? And if I seem dangerous, Would you be scared? - Monster, Imagine Dragons.

Great, big footsteps pounding near; Their deadly echo resonating with fear. His heavy breathing reeked of blood and thirst. I knew right then, I was in for the worst.

“There are no heroes…in life, the monsters win.”  - George R R Martin

I can't escape this hell So many times I've tried But I'm still caged inside Somebody get me through this nightmare I can't control myself So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one would ever change this animal I have become - Three Days Grace, Animal I’ve Become. 

𝖇 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈

NAME: Elizabeth Victoria Selwyn NICKNAMES: Liz by most people, Lizzie by close friends, and Eliza by her mother. AGE: 25 BIRTHDAY: May 25th GENDER: Female PRONOUNS: She/Her

𝖋 𝖆 𝖒 𝖎 𝖑 𝖞

MOTHER: ___ Selwyn (55) Pureblood. Cuban. FATHER: ___ Selwyn (57) Pureblood. Spanish. SIBLINGS: Charles Selwyn (25)

𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘

FACE CLAIM: Ana de Armas BUILD: Slender and delicate, unassuming. HAIR: Shoulder length, wavy HAIR COLOR: Hazel. EYE COLOR: A warm brown, like the colour of melted chocolate. SKIN COLOR: Fair, warm and tanned. DOMINANT HAND: Right ANOMALIES: A scar in the shape of werewolf teeth on her right shoulder. Claw marks on her left hip from where Fenrir grabbed her. SCENT: Floral, with tinges of coffee. ACCENT: Well-spoken, a true British accent from her mother’s diction lessons. Elizabeth has learned to tone this down when serving the regulars at the Hog’s head. ALLERGIES: N/a DISORDERS: N/a FASHION: Elizabeth commonly wears plush jumpers and bootcut jeans for comfort. She has plenty of blouses and formal trousers from her time at the ministry, but Abe is far more relaxed in terms of dress code. She has recently cleared out her wardrobe of all things that were off the shoulder or a little too see-through that might reveal her secret. Elizabeth also wears a small locket, recently purchased with some of the family money that when opened shows precisely which phase the moon is in. It is beautiful and delicate, but is practical in knowing precisely where in the cycle they are. Elizabeth also wears a delicate emerald green ring, passed down through her maternal line for generations as a Selwyn family heirloom. She purchased a sapphire ring for her other hand to match her house colours, as she is deeply proud of being from Ravenclaw.  NERVOUS TICS: Playing with the hem of her shirt. QUIRKS: Nervously looking over her shoulder the closer it gets to the full moon. Misdirecting questions however she might. Blending in easily amongst a crowd of criminals despite her colourful clothing and unassuming nature.

𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊

RESIDES: The Selwyn family home. Elizabeth had plans to move out shortly before her transformation, but has shelved these. She knows that as soon as her identity is revealed, she will be forced out. For now, she is saving as much money as she can for when the inevitable happens so that she doesn’t end up homeless like the wolves that Fenrir leads. Her bedroom is large and plush, with the walls covered in Elizabeth’s painting. She has painted stars on the ceilings and all sorts of patterns across the walls. BORN: Selwyn family home. RAISED: Selwyn family home. PETS: None.

CAREER: Bartender, The Hog’s Head. EXPERIENCE:  Formerly a ministry worker for the Beast Division. EMPLOYER: Aberforth Dumbledore.

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Neutral, but Death Eater leaning. Liz is actively exploring what Fenrir Greyback has to offer, and what Voldemort has promised the werewolves in the event that he wins. BELIEFS: A better life for werewolves, a reduction of the stigma. MISDEMEANORS: N/a FELONIES:  Grievous bodily harm. Only in werewolf form, human Liz would only hurt if provoked. DRUGS: Minor marijuana use. SMOKES: Occasionally. ALCOHOL: Liz enjoys a crisp white wine, or a nice glass of gin. She doesn’t drink often, but if she does, she really goes to town. DIET: Liz has had a shift in diet since transforming into a werewolf. Now she can easily go days without eating at all, or days where all she eats is steak as raw as she can get. She’s still fond of sugary treats like Florean’s ice cream or a huge chunk of chocolate cake, but her diet has become significantly more meaty since her transformation.

LANGUAGES: English, Spanish. Her father speaks Spanish as his first language and taught both his children Spanish from a young age.

PHOBIAS: Being found out for what she truly is. Losing her family, and it being her own fault. HOBBIES: Reading, eating ice cream, flying, painting. TRAITS: { + }: Curious, compassionate, passionate, inquisitive, forgiving, loving. { - }: Stubborn, insecure, naive, secretive, private.

𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

LOCATION: Lake Windemere, Cumbria. Cambridge. Portmerion, Wales. Some of Liz’s favourite places are places of natural beauty, or those where muggle invention is both fascinating and beautiful. Before the travel restrictions came into force, Liz used to disappear into different towns and spend the day exploring with her eyes wide open. SPORTS TEAM: Holyhead Harpies. GAME: Gobstones. MUSIC: Classical, pop. MOVIES: N/a. FOOD: Whatever her dad is cooking. She’s never met anyone who can cook as well as her dad. Her favourites are his enchiladas, she’s tried to replicate his recipe on multiple occasions and they are nowhere near as tasty as his. BEVERAGE: Hot chocolate. COLOR: Midnight blue.

𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈

ALUMNI HOUSE: Ravenclaw. WAND (LENGTH, FLEXIBILITY, WOOD, & CORE): Rowan wood with a unicorn hair core 10 and slightly yielding flexibility. AMORTENTIA: Cooking steak, fresh roses, cinnamon, bonfire smoke. PATRONUS: Liz is no longer able to cast a patronus, corporeal or otherwise. BOGGART: Herself in werewolf form.

𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗

MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral -  “She doesn’t feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil-after all, she would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, she’s not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way.” However, as Liz grows further into her new role as a werewolf and her morals and values slowly shift, I believe that Liz will shift towards Lawful Evil. MBTI: INFP MBTI ROLE: The Idealist - “ INFPs, like most introverts, are quiet and reserved. They prefer not to talk about themselves, especially in the first encounter with a new person. They like spending time alone in quiet places where they can make sense of what is happening around them. They love analyzing signs and symbols, and consider them to be metaphors that have deeper meanings related to life. They are lost in their imagination and daydreams, always drowned in the depth of their thoughts, fantasies, and ideas. ” ENNEAGRAM: 4 ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Individualist - “Fours are defined by their belief that they are different from other people, and by their feelings of envy for what others have. Fours have the sense that something is missing from their lives, and they worry they will never have the happiness that others experience. Fours feel they are fundamentally flawed and broken, and will never truly be understood by other people. At the same time, they passionately long for the type of deep connection that will make them feel whole and accepted.“ Prior to Liz’s change, Liz would have been a Nine - The Peacemaker, who like to keep a low profile and let others set the agenda. TEMPERAMENT:  Melancholic - individuals tend to be analytical and detail-oriented, and they are deep thinkers and feelers. They are introverted and try to avoid being singled out in a crowd WESTERN ZODIAC: Gemini CHINESE ZODIAC: Sheep / Goat PRIMAL SIGN: Centipede - “Centipedes are sweet, caring, and always know the right thing to say. They are always pointing others toward the positives in life, though they themselves are prone to anxiety and depression. While they don’t care if they look tough or not, Centipedes hate to look weak, afflicted, or in any other way not living the perfect life. They try very hard to be there for others, but hate to ask for help when they need it. While Centipedes are very caring and involved with friends and family they can also become resentful if this caring becomes expected of them. They like to give of themselves as a gift to others but don’t feel comfortable having others rely on them.” TAROT CARD: Temperance, The Hierophant. TV TROPES: The Quiet One, Wound That Will Not Heal, Token Minority, Properly Paranoid, Dirty Coward, Heart of Gold, Everyone has Standards.

IDEOLOGIES:

Despite having a Spanish father and a Cuban mother, Liz used to hate the summer and found it almost unbearably hot. Now she relishes in the sun, and is beginning to fear the dark of night instead. Liz believes that flavoured coffee is a crime against humanity. Self-preservation is increasingly becoming the most important thing in Liz’s life, as she attempts to keep her new status under wraps and protect herself from harm. Swimming in the sea when it is cool is one of the most refreshing ways to relax. Naively believed she might be able to avoid taking a side within this war. Now, she will only take the side of those who have a role for werewolves in society after this war is won. The best British food is a proper roast dinner, followed by a huge chunk of homemade chocolate cake. Spanish cuisine is the best cuisine. 

#dulcetask #about #development #introduction

[bebestay]

Haewon’s Role

A big shout out to this theory by not-majestic-blueunicorn for being the base I work from. Please note that this may change due to future comebacks as it’s a little bit unclear if this was the end of the story and this is just how I’m taking things since nothing is 100% true about the seven deadly sins. I just think it’s a fun idea to play around with.

all of this was written prior to 10/29/2019.

This is a little lengthy since I didn’t want to break it up into multiple posts.

Haewon in MVs

DRAMARAMA - Haewon is seen leaving each of the boys prior to the boys crossing Hyungwon’s path (i.e being a customer at Minhyuk’s coffee shop or as a neighbor of Wonho). She is seen in Hyungwon’s workshop walking in the background, but doesn’t follow him to Kihyun’s timeline and doesn’t interfere in the others. Her last appearance is with Minhyuk as she enters the coffee shop, their eyes meeting before it fades to black.

DESTROYER - She isn’t seen for a majority of the video except as a face during the glitches and visions. When she appears in full, she’s waiting for them on the platform and seems to be the only to see all of them together. Haewon is seen consecutively on the train and sitting next to Hyungwon before the others appear. As they all gather, she seems to glitch and fade away but the boys don’t seem to notice or even acknowledge that she was even there.

THE CONNECT CONCERT VCRs - Haewon is hardly seen throughout the video until the very end when it’s revealed that she gave the photos to the boys since - due to how the timelines work - it would’ve been impossible for Kihyun or Jooheon to be alive at the same time. As it comes to a close, she sits in front of various TV screens as each play out the scenes from many of their previous MVs - all the way back to debut to allude that this is has been going on from the very start.

JEALOUSY - The boys seem to be fighting for her attention to which she only really gives to Hyungwon as she shares a solo set with him and not the others. It’s never clear why the boys are competing for her attention, but they seem distraught when they are pulled apart from one to only be matched with another. In the end, its thanks to her that they are paired up as she walks away.

SHOOT OUT - Unlike the rest of the boys, Haewon is not chains or imprisoned and this makes her stand out. She walks free and is mostly seen in the living room set alone, leaning against Hyungwon’s throne in his room, or with the boys in group shots. She’s always sat in between two tall objects, whether it be pillars, columns, or even Hyungwon and Wonho. No matter what, the pattern of two is around her. As the boys fall for the end pose, she stays standing with Wonho before hiding behind him and “disappearing.”

ALLIGATOR - She is the only one to not get her own room. Her solo set is on the outside - a throne sitting outside as ash rains down or in the driver’s seat of the car. If closely observed, she can be seen in the other boys’ rooms for a split second. Haewon seems to be watching over each one. In the last group shot, she stands in the back as the light flashes through the window before disappearing once it fades.

WE ARE HERE CONCERT VCR - With the sins being formally introduced, it’s hard to give her one since there only seven. With their sins being revealed, it begged the question, “how does Haewon fit in?” Her role isn’t clarified but hinted at. She is barely seen in the VCR, but is the voice on the phone and joins all of them at the end as she runs up the beach to them.

FIND YOU - Haewon is Hyungwon’s little sister, and survives the car crash with him. Unlike Hyungwon though, she doesn’t wish to go back and is surprised when he uses the watch. Something in her eyes knows whats happening as she digs through files. The boys receive a text later that she has gone missing from the house, the room in the same state as their father’s study, and leaving behind a note that says “Follow.” The last shot has her walking up to Hyungwon and joining him under the umbrella - a shot not used in DRAMARAMA.

FOLLOW - Haewon’s solo set seems to be a throne room that’s on fire, fully pulling us into the hell the group has created with their time travel. Throughout her scenes, she’s shown that she is a force that the boys can’t control but she can control them. Besides Hyungwon, she has the only other set with a metaphorical eclipse in the background. Hers is found on the throne, but is set in the diamond ring phase. She stands on the staircase at the end with Shownu as the rest arrive. The throne’s eclipse and the background eclipse end as it fades to white.

—

Haewon’s Role in the Seven Deadly Sins:

I’m still a novice at tarot card reading, so if you know that I’m misinterpreting the High Priestess card, please tell me so that I can adjust this section accordingly.

The High Priestess tarot card made it’s first appearance in SHOOT OUT among the other cards, and was the only card upside down. In solo shots in ALLIGATOR or FOLLOW, she’s seen in a blue dress with a cross necklace and various styles of crowns. Combining that with the pattern of two pillars of columns around her and the monochromatic eyes, these make up the key features of the card.

Now knowing what this means, what does the card mean in terms of an actual tarot deck?

Let’s start with what she means in general.

“the High Priestess is the guardian of the subconscious mind and the teacher of sacred knowledge and hidden mysteries…signifies spiritual enlightenment, inner illumination, divine knowledge and wisdom. She shows up in your Tarot readings when the veil between you and the underworld is thin, and you have the opportunity to access the knowledge deep within your soul.”

“High Priestess is a card of mystery, stillness and passivity. This card suggests that it is time to retreat and reflect upon the situation and trust your inner instincts to guide you through it. Things around you are not what they appear to be right now.”

So from the very beginning, Haewon know what was going down with the boys and why everything was happening and why the timelines are so scrambled. Throughout her role, she gives hints to the guys to their true nature and separate timelines. She wants the group to be whole again.

What does the reverse mean?

“The reversed High Priestess calls on you to be still and direct your attention inward to listen to your voice and wisdom.”

Though the boys don’t know know their true identities, she does her best to lead each of them back home without sounding crazy. So, she takes on the role of Hyungwon’s little sister in FIND YOU to start the final cycle in hopes to kick start that need to be together again. It’s a process that can’t be forced but can be guided.

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So what does this mean in the grand scheme of things?

The High Priestess is in our secondary lead after Pride (Hyungwon). Throughout history, the sins take physical form and live among the people. Memories bleed into each life which is why some memories, though impossible, can happen - like Jooheon and Kihyun being alive at the same time. As time goes on, the sins can’t remember which sins belong to which life and that’s where our Priestess comes in.

The sins have been scattered across time and Pride is the first one to return to hell since Hyungwon died in ALL IN. They’ve always returned together, but since grief took over, the sins were trying everything to bring him back and be together. Some even dying and returning home after another sin chooses to live another human life, creating an endless cycle of cat and mouse, pairing different sins to play another round. This is seen in JEALOUSY as the constant separation and joining is the different cycles/rounds they’ve gone through. Haewon is the only one to not got through this.

She is the only one to know their true identities throughout every timeline as she exists outside of them. Which is why in FIND YOU, she’s upset that Hyungwon used the watch as he essentially set off another round of the chase. So she disappears to start to bring it all back around.

In FOLLOW, rather than allowing the chase to continue, the Priestess makes them go through one more cycle to bring everyone back home and together again. However, instead of having physical forms, the sins are put in separate parts of hell and must find each other to return to their true home. The Diamond Ring Eclipse on her throne signifies that everything has fallen into place and the next chapter shall begin soon.

She waits at the staircase as the eclipse begins to fade. Wrath (Shownu) is the first to arrive at the staircase as Pride leads the others with him. For the first time in a long time, the Priestess and the Sins are back together but what now? Where do they go from here? What happens next?

#monsta x 8th member #8th member of monsta x #8th member au #monsta x scenario #monsta x imagines #monsta x au #queue

[bangtanbabeloveyourself]

Tarot Card Taehyung

Pairing: Female reader x Taehyung

Prompt: Witch

Tags: Witch, Tarot cards, small town, magic, art, painting, tension, chapters, future smut

Chapters: (1/?)

Summary: After your grandma passed away, you moved into her apartment in her small town. You had lost your inspiration for your artwork and hoped that small town living would fix it. One day you come home to find an obnoxious purple tent and a very beautiful Tarot card reader at your doorstep. Could he be your new muse?

You sighed in relief as you finally saw the sign for town. You had been on empty for over fifteen miles and you weren’t sure your car was going to make it there before your car keeled over in the middle of the street. You knew you should have filled up before you left but you were in a hurry and completely forgot. Your mom always told you you’d end up stranded somewhere because you never filled up your tank. She was probably right, but it hadn’t happened yet. The day it does, your mom will never let you live it down.

You pulled up to the gas station with a small cheer and thanked the heavens that you made it before your car died. You grabbed your card and went into the gas station, browsing down the walls of drinks before finally selecting an energy drink. As you made your way to the counter to pay for your drink and gas, you overheard two teenage girls talking by the freeze machine.  

“I know, but he’s been here a few days already. He’s probably met plenty of girls. I don’t have a shot,” one of them said before sipping at her drink.

“You don’t know that. And besides, even if he doesn’t like you, you could at least get your fortune read! You’ve always wanted that,” her friend reassured her.

You shook your head. Just what this town needed. Some con man to take all their money. As the person in front of you left, the cashier gave you a big smile. You looked down at the counter and saw small cards for the “so called” fortune teller. You took one as you paid and headed out to put the gas in your car. As you filled up your car, you took a look at the card.

     Having trouble? Need some insight to your life?                       Tarot Readings by Kim Taehyung                                 In town this week only!

You rolled your eyes when you read the card. “What a joke,” you said as you finished pumping the gas and got back into your car.

It didn’t take long to get to your apartment. It was right in the middle of town, down along main street. Normally an apartment here would cost a fortune, but your grandmother had lived here and left it to you after she passed. You never really cared much for small town living, but you loved your grandmother more than anything. And she had decided to leave her apartment to you. Besides, in this market, there was no other way you’d be able to afford your own place.

As you approached the apartment, you realized that all of the street parking was taken up. It was almost seven in the evening. No one is ever up town this late. You slowly drove past your front door, trying to get a glimpse of the problem. You saw a large purple tent on the sidewalk near your front door and a line that went well past the next block. You groaned and drove around the block, finally finding a place to park your car. You grabbed your bag from the back seat and angrily huffed your way up to Main street, eyeing the purple monster that dared invade your territory. Okay, it wasn’t that serious, but it was irritating.

When you made your way towards the tent, you heard a deep voice speaking. “I’m sorry everyone, but I’m afraid I must be done for the night. I have another engagement that I must prepare for. But please! Feel free to come back tomorrow! I will be open again at the usual time!”

There were multiple groans from the line in front of the tent, but eventually everyone started to make their way away from the tent. This was your chance. You shifted the bag on your shoulder before making your way to the tent. Since there was no way to knock, you just burst in.

“Listen here buddy, we’ve got a problem.” You say as you barge in, stopping dead in your tracks when you see the man in front of you.

You had to use every ounce of your power to keep your jaw from hitting the floor. The man in front of you had the most beautiful face you had ever witnessed on a human being. The silver bangs of his hair hanging just above his eyes. His eyes. They were an icy blue that nearly made your heart stop. His skin almost had a soft golden glow to it. An angel? The look on his face was what finally shocked you back into reality. His lips had spread into an adorable boxy grin and he crossed his arms.

“I think the only problem I have is a crazy woman barging into my tent. I could have been naked!” He proclaimed before turning to blow out some of the candles he had lit on the table. “If you want a reading, you’ll have to come back tomorrow, I’m all done for the night.” He said, not looking at you again.

You shook your head, remembering why you had even stopped into this tent. “No! I’m not here for a reading. I’m here because your tent is right in front of my apartment. I had to park over a block away because of your line!”

He let out a chuckle before turning back to look at you. “You’re angry at me over a parking spot? That’s a little childish, don’t you think?”

Redness grew on your cheeks at his words. True, it may be a bit childish, but that wasn’t the point. “Do you even had a permit to be here? You can’t just open shop where ever you want.” You said, shifting your bag again before crossing your arms.

“Oh trust me, I have my permits. I also have written permission from the owner of the building to set up shop out here.” He said as he continued to clean up his items and packing them into a trunk.

“I don’t think so. I never gave you permission to open shop here. I’m the owner of the building.” You said smugly.

He looked over at you, confusion washing across his face. “You don’t own the building. A nice older lady owns it, Minnie. So don’t come up in here, trying to tell me that I can’t be here.”

You face fell when he mentioned your grandmother. It could be true. Your grandmother had never mentioned it before though. You shook your head before looking back at him, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. “Grandm-” you cleared your throat. “Minnie passed away nine months ago.”

He stopped what he was doing and you could see him go rigid. His arms fell to his sides and he let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t realize. That would explain why she hadn’t been answering my calls.”

You nodded before shaking your head. This wasn’t the time to talk about your grandma. “Look, since it was something my grandma allowed, I’ll let you keep doing it. Just move the line out of my doorway and we’ll go from there.” You turned to head out of the tent.

“Wait. Can I get your name?” He asked, causing you to turn around.

You laughed. “You’re the psychic. Why don’t you figure it out?” You said smugly before heading out of the tent and to the door to the building.

You made your way up the stairs to the apartment, unlocking the second door at the top of the stairs. Once in, you threw your keys onto the table at the entrance and kicked off your shoes. You tossed the bag onto your couch and plopped down next to it.

You were lucky your grandma had left you such an apartment. It may have only been a studio apartment, but she had left you the entire building. The studio apartment was rather large, giving you enough space to section off your sleeping area from the living area. Plus your kitchen was spacious and had an island. Your grandmother was always cooking and baking so she made sure to get an updated kitchen. Again, lucky for you because you loved to bake as well.

Downstairs used to be a shop of some sort. Your grandmother never ran it, but the person before her did. After you moved in, you turned it into your art studio. You kept all of your finished works hung up along the walls and you had multiple stations for the different projects you liked to work on. Lately you had hit a rough patch and had not been able to do much. Despite the meditating you had done, you just couldn’t find the inspiration.

You leaned your head back on the couch and you closed your eyes. You steadied your breathing and tried to meditate again. You needed to get out of this funk. As you relaxed, your mind continued to drift to the young man outside of your building. The silver hair that perfectly framed his face. Those piercing blue eyes that you could feel reading your soul. You shook your head. That wasn’t possible. He was just trying to make a quick buck by conning all of the lonely women in this town. He probably didn’t even know how to properly read tarot. It was an insult to your people. Despite that, you still couldn’t get him off your mind.

You groaned in frustration before you stood up from your couch, stretching a bit. You went over to the island in the kitchen and lit some incense. You took the stick with you, heading back out the door and down the stairs to your studio. At the bottom of the stairs was a door that led to the old shop. With a flick of your wrist, the door to the studio opened up and you passed through the door, the smoke of the incense leaving a short trail behind you. As you passed through the studio, the candles that were on the scattered tables began to light.

Witchcraft really got a bad reputation and that’s part of the reason you didn’t like the idea of having a fortune teller outside of your door. So many people nowadays tried to pass off some of the traits of witchcraft without actually learning the culture. Witches were never respected, even now that Wicca was becoming a more popular religion. And now there was a man outside of your door that was pretending to have a connection to these tarot cards to con the women in your town. Why would your grandma allow him to set up here?

Your grandmother was a witch and a very good one. She had taught you everything you knew. Your mother married your father, a human, and so she did not continue with it. But you loved it. It was one of the many reasons you loved spending time with your grandmother. Despite being gone, her home remained enchanted to an extent. That was something you had to find out the hard way as well. You couldn’t even get into the building the first day you moved out here. The key wouldn’t work no matter what you did. After three locksmiths and four hours of trying, you sat defeated on the stoop. With the last bit of hope you had, you tried your magic. Low and behold, the door opened.

That would get annoying and be hard to hide when you had guests. Since no one ever entered your studio, you decided to keep that magic on it. It also kept it from being broken into or any unwanted human guests from showing up. Which was great for you because you had never let anyone in to see your work. You were too self conscious about it.

Your grandmother had taught you to use your magic and your connection to the energies of the world and hone it into your artwork. It was something you were extremely grateful for. You were able to just let your brush wander and you could create beautiful pieces of work. But since she had passed, you hadn’t been able to connect. You tried everything you could think of to no avail. You couldn’t count how many hours you spent sitting in front of your easel without anything being painted.

You placed the incense on the stand near your easel before you sat down in front of it. You stared at it for a long time before turning to prepare your paints. The majority of the colors were different shades of blues, grays and blacks. And with them, you began to paint. You had no plan originally, just a feeling. You were drawn to those colors. You closed your eyes as you began to paint, letting the brush move across the canvas. You let your mind guide the painting and hummed along.

Within an hour, you set down your brush and opened your eyes, starting at the canvas. It’s not the first time you had managed to paint without looking. It was just what happened when you channeled the energy.  What surprised you wasn’t that you had painted. What had surprised you were the icy blue eyes that were staring right back at you.

****

You awoke the next morning to the sound of a buzzing crowd. You groaned as you tossed over to look at your phone. 8:37. You hated being woken up before your alarm. You sighed before finally getting up, scratching your head as a yawn escaped your lips. You didn't have to be to work until ten so you decided to take the extra time to make some eggs.

Usually you'd only have time to grab a muffin or bagel on your way to work. But it always put you in a better mood when you could actually cook something to eat.

After you finished, you went about your usual routine; hair, makeup, and finally deciding on an outfit. Today you chose a purple plaid flannel with a black camisole underneath. You slipped on a pair of black holey jeans and your black moccasins before grabbing your bag.

You made your way outside, almost tripping over the people sitting on your stoop. They must have gotten tired of waiting in line for Taehyung. You groaned internally before heading towards the tent.

Taehyung was standing at the entrance of it with a customer. As you walked passed you couldn't help but stare at him. He was very intently discussing something with the person in front of him until he saw you. He seemed to have lost his train of thought as you walked by, until the girl started to whine. He shook his head and continued talking to her, flashing her an apologetic smile and you rolled your eyes.

The diner that you worked at was only a few blocks away so you didn't bother to get your car. Once you arrived, you made your way to the closet, hanging up your bag and grabbing your apron. The only good thing about all of the people being uptown was that it meant you were busier than usual at work. Normally you’d groan at the thought of a busy shift, but you need to keep your mind busy. All you could picture were those icy blue eyes. He had some kind of a hold over you and you couldn’t figure out why. Sure, he was attractive, but you’d never had this kind of an issue with a guy before. There was something else about him. You shook your head before you could dive too deep into thought and began working.

****

You groaned when you looked out the window and saw the once near white concrete of the sidewalk slowly turning a dark gray. Normally you weren’t opposed to the rain. It was actually one of the times you felt the most comfortable. Today was different. Today you had walked to work. Today you had walked to work with no jacket or umbrella. You’d be soaked before you even left the block. Sure, you knew a spell or two to help with the situation, but none that would work out in public.

You cleared the dishes from your last table and put them in the dish bin, wiping down the table before taking the dishes to the sink in the back. You started rinsing them off with the sprayer to help the dish washer. Unfortunately, no one had told you that the sprayer was busted and water spurt from every possible crack and soaked the front of your shirt. You cursed under your breath and set the dishes down.

“Sorry, you’re just gonna have to handle it yourself,” you say to the missing dish washer.

You shook your head and went to the closet to grab your bag. You’d have been more peeved if you didn’t already know you were going to be drenched before you got home. With that in mind, you waved to the few people still in the building and made your way out into the pouring rain.

Your apartment was only a couple blocks away so you made the trek towards it, rolling the sleeves of your plaid shirt down more to cover your arms to try and conserve what little body heat you had. As you jogged your way towards the apartment, your eyes locked onto the giant, glowing purple tent. With the lights on inside, even the tent could be seen from down the street in this weather. It caused you to roll your eyes as you slowed down near it. You wondered if Taehyung kept warm while in there during weather like this. Maybe you should invite him inside. No. You didn’t want him inside. He decided to camp out there, it was his problem.

You unlocked the downstairs door, stepping inside and wiping your feet on the welcome back that lay at the bottom on the stairs. You went to take the first step up the stairs when your eyes caught the door to your art studio. It was cracked open. There was no way. You always shut the door when you left it. If you didn’t, the magic wouldn’t seal and then anyone could get in.

You turned to reach for the door knob and a chill ran up your spine. There was someone inside your studio. You could feel it. You looked around for some sort of weapon, but found nothing. They would hear you if you went upstairs. This was the only chance you had to surprise them.

You took a deep breath before slowly pushing the door open. You peeked into the room and didn’t see anyone immediately. All of the stations seemed empty aside from the candles that were lit on them. Their flames flickering and causing eerie shadows along the walls.

With the coast clear, you stepped into the room, keeping your back towards the door in case you had to bolt out. You walked farther into the studio before you caught sight of a figure at your painting station. You quickly ducked down behind your pottery station, peeking over the side of the table. The figure was sitting at your station, all of the lights focusing on the canvas. The canvas of those blue eyes. They still seemed to be staring at you, despite your attempt at hiding.

“I really hope you don’t think you’re good at sneaking up on someone,” the familiar voice called out, causing you to jump. You had been caught. You stood up and walked over towards the painting.

“How did you get in here? The door was locked. No one should have been able to get in,” you said as you crossed your arms, your damp clothes causing you to shiver.

He didn’t seem interested in answering your question, but instead kept his focus on the painting. “Minnie always said her granddaughter was talented, but I thought that was just Grandma’s love talking.”

You looked at him before looking back at your painting. You had never let anyone look at your work and you should be furious, but finally getting feedback from someone was sort of reassuring. You had plenty of doubts in your skills which was why you never let anyone else ever look at your works. The praise was refreshing. But distracting.

You shook your head. “Don’t ignore me. How did you get in here? You shouldn’t have been able to. Did you break in? Do I need to call the police?”

Finally Taehyung took his eyes off of the canvas and looked to you, a smirk appearing on his lips. “You know, if you had a crush on me, you could have just asked me to come model for you. It could have been a lot more interesting for the both of us.”

Your cheeks immediately began to heat up. “Of course you’d assume every woman in this town has a crush on you.” You walked over to try and block him from looking at the painting any longer. You felt your back brush against him, yet he refused to move. “Look, I didn’t paint you. I have no interest in you.” You were trying to sound firm, but you could tell that your voice was wavering.

You heard him chuckle from behind you, his breath against the nape of your neck.  “No interest in me at all? That sure is a shame.” You felt his fingers move along the top of your hand. “You’re soaked,” he said in toner much lower than his usual voice.

You bit your lip, feeling your skin below his fingertips begin to heat as they grazed your skin. You knew that he wasn’t just talking about your shirt anymore. You knew you should have tried to walk away from him, but he wasn’t wrong. You did have an interest in him. Your words will always deny it, but your body couldn’t.

His hands moved to the sleeves of your shirt. “You know, you’ll get sick if you keep this on. Let me help you take this off.” You stiffened at his words, but nodded your head. You didn’t dare speak. You couldn’t trust your voice right now.

He smirked when he saw you nod before moving his hands from your sleeves to the collar. He gave it a little tug and started to slip the flannel down your arms. His hands left trails of fire against your skin, despite having the fabric in between the two of you.

“I think you must have caught a cold. Your skin feels so warm.” He teased as he finally pulled the flannel off of your arms.

You shuddered at the exposure before moving your arms to cover your chest, rubbing your arms. “Yeah, it must be a cold. Maybe I should go to bed. Get some rest,” you say nervously.

He tutted from behind you, grabbing your hand and forcing you to turn towards him. He held your hand in his, using his other to run his fingers across the palm of your hand. “You know, it’s really rude to leave a guest all alone. Maybe I should go with you. You seem like you need someone to help take care of you.”

You blushed but didn’t yank your hand away. You let his fingers trace over your palm, biting your lip as you felt heat growing in between your thighs. He was hardly touching you and your body was reacting so easily, so traitorously.

His piercing blue eyes gazed down at you through his silver bangs, a pink tongue moving across his bottom lip. He moved closer to you as he moved his hand up your arm and to your shoulder. His finger moved along the strap of your camisole, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel your skin growing hot and spreading across your body the more that he touched you.

You had been with a few guys before, but none of them had made you feel remotely similar to the way the man in front of you was. Almost. Like. Magic.

Your hand snapped up, grabbing onto his wrist, surprising him. He looked at you before he dropped his hand, his boxy grin quickly taking over his face. “Ahh. So you finally figured it out,” he said as you let his wrist go.

“You’re a witch. I can’t believe I didn’t see it,” you say as you walked away from him, moving around to the other side of the painting station to put space in between the two of you as you continued to rant. “The tarot cards weren’t just a con. You can actually read them. That’s why Grandma let you stay here. She knew you were a witch too!”

“You know, we prefer the term warlock. Witches are female.” He said as he turned to look at you, giving you a cheeky grin.

You ignored his comment. “That’s how you were able to get in here. Humans couldn’t get in here.”

Taehyung sighed before cocking his hip to the right and crossing his arms. “Glad you’re finally catching up. Now I think we were in the middle of something before your great epiphany hit. Can we get back to that?”

You gave him a sharp glare before grabbing a stray paintbrush and chucking it at him. “Are you kidding me? Is that all you can think about? I’ve never met another witch beside my family and all you can think about is getting your dick wet?”

He rolled his eyes. “Warlock. And hey, I knew exactly who you were when I saw you. It’s not my fault you can’t detect your own kind.” Taehyung turned to the painting of him before smirking. “Or maybe you can. You just didn’t know it.”

You walked over to the painting, running your fingertips gently over the canvas. “I just can’t believe it. Another witch right here in this rinky dink town.”

“Warlock,” he interjected, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Oh, shut up. Warlock, whatever. That’s not the point.” You turned to him. “I have so much to ask. I don’t know where to begin.”

He licked his lips before giving you a heart stopping smirk. “Well, how about we finish what we started first?”

#bts #bangtan #bangtanseoyeondan #taehyung #kimtaehyung #v #tae #tarotcards #tarot #witches #warlock #witch #btb: fic challenge #bangtanbabeloveyourself #magic #halloween #silverhair #blueeyes #art #painting

[wiccawisdom]

10 Easy Steps to Learning the Tarot

It's easy to get overwhelmed when you come upon the tarot for the first time and try to learn the esoteric meanings for all the cards and the card combinations. The tarot lies at the very heart of modern Western magic, and to understand it requires at least a partial knowledge of various esoteric subjects, the most important of which are the elements, astrology, numerology, and the Kabbalah.

One way to learn the basic meanings of the cards is to memorize them by rote, but there is another way, a much more organic and holistic way that I used when I was a beginner, and I will describe it for you here.

Beginners should use the Rider-Waite Tarot, or a deck derived from it, because it has meaningful pictures on all the cards. Older decks, such as the Marseilles Tarot, have only multiples of suit symbols on the number cards. I will assume here that you are using the Rider-Waite Tarot, as I did when I began my study.

Step One

Take your deck of tarot cards and count them to make sure you have 78 cards. You should always do this whenever you buy a new deck or pick up an old deck you haven't had in your possession. Cards tend to get lost, and if a single card is lost from the desk, it is useless for divination. Often there will be an extra card in a new deck, to replace a lost card. Just be sure that all 78 cards that are supposed to be there are present.

Step Two

Lay the cards face up in their three groups: the trumps or picture cards, the number cards, and the court cards. The trumps are often called the Major Arcana in magic. The number cards and court cards are together called the Minor Arcana, even though these two groups are very distinct and different. The Minor Arcana is very similar to a deck of regular playing cards, except that there are 56 cards in it instead of 52.

There are 22 trumps, which are distinguished by unique, full-length pictures that represent symbolic figures and scenes with esoteric meanings. No two trumps are similar. The 40 number cards are divided into four suits numbered from Ace to Ten. The suits are called the Wands, the Cups, the Swords, and the Pentacles. The remaining 16 court cards also fall into these four suits. Each suit contains four court cards—a King, Queen, Knight, and Page.

Don't be confused by other names that are sometimes given to the court cards in other tarot decks. Kings and Queens are shown seated on thrones, the Knights ride horses, and the Pages are standing.

Step Three

Set aside the trumps and court cards and lay out the 40 number cards in four rows, one row for each suit. Examine the four cards of each number, beginning with the Aces, and compare them with each other. Notice how they are the same, and how they differ from each other.

The number cards are just this—numbers from one to ten. But the suit to which a number card belongs gives the number card an elemental association. For example, the Two of Wands is the number two expressed with the energy of elemental Fire. The Two of Pentacles is the number two expressed with the energy of elemental Earth.

The four lower or earthly elements of the ancient Greek philosophers correspond with the four suits of the Tarot like this:

Wands – Fire

Cups – Water

Swords – Air

Pentacles – Earth

You will come across other associations between the four suits and the four elements, but the association I have given above is the most commonly accepted in modern magic, and it makes a lot of good sense from a symbolic point of view. A wand is made of wood and burns; a cup holds water; a sword cuts through the air; a disk is round like the Earth itself.

Pay special attention to the Aces. They represent the number one, which is unlike the other numbers because it begins all things from nothingness. Before the number one there is zero, or nothing, and after the number one proceed all things, as represented in the set of numbers from two to ten.

Notice that the suit symbols on the Aces are male and female. The Wand and Sword symbols represent thrusting, piercing masculine energies and resemble the penis; the Cup and Pentacle represent the feminine energies of reception and containment—the pregnant womb is round like the disk of the Pentacle, the vagina is receptive like the Cup.

As you study each set of four cards for each number, notice the images on the cards. These pictures were designed by the artist Pamela Colman Smith, who created the deck under the instruction of Arthur E. Waite, to suggest the divinatory meanings of the number cards.

These images can be very helpful to beginners in learning and remembering the meanings of the number cards, but always bear in mind that the number cards are numbers, they are not pictures. The images on the Rider-Waite number cards merely suggest the meanings of the numbers themselves in the suits. This is a very important understanding to achieve in your study of the tarot.

Step Four

The cards of the tarot have meaning, not only individually, but also when combined in various groups.

Lay out the ten number cards of each suit in turn from left to right, and consider the progression of symbolism from the Ace to the Ten. Each suit will tell a story. These stories derive from the meanings of the numbers themselves, as modified by the element of the suit. The sequence of pictures on the number cards of the suit of Wands will be different from the sequence of the number cards in the suit of Cups, for example, because elemental Fire is different from elemental Water. For one thing, Fire is masculine and Water is feminine.

Step Five

For each suit in turn, lay out your number cards in pairs—1 + 2, 3 + 4, 5 + 6, and so on. Consider the symbolism in the images on each pair of cards together. Each pair will speak to you as you meditate on it; pay attention to what it is saying.

Next, set the Aces aside and lay out the remaining number cards of each suit in groups of three—2 + 3 + 4, 5 + 6 + 7, and 8 + 9 + 10. Consider each group of three cards for its collective symbolic meaning.

Now divide the number cards of each suit into two sets of five cards each—1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 and 6 + 7 + 8 + 9 + 10. Consider the story the cards of each set tell you.

Finally, take the cards in pairs once again, but this time pair them 1 + 10, 2 + 9, 3 + 8, and so on, and consider the meaning of each pair.

You do this by forming in your mind the meaning of the first card, and then forming the meaning of the second card, and combining the two meanings one after the other as a cause and an effect. Card one of a pair results in the situation on card two. Similarly, with groups of three or more cards, consider them in sequence as a set of events for their compound meaning.

Step Six

Put the number cards away and lay out the 16 court cards in four rows one above the other, so that the cards form a square. Lay the court cards of each suit out from left to right beginning with the Kings, then the Queens, the Knights and the Pages.

Each number card is modified or energized by one of the four elements, but with the court cards this elemental influence on the cards is doubled. Each court card is modified by two elemental energies. It takes its background elemental energy from its suit, and its active elemental energy from its court figure.

For example, the Queen of Wands takes its background element of Fire from the suit of Wands, but it takes its active element of Water from the female figure of the queen. The energy of the suit and is more passive or receptive than the energy of the figure, because the figure acts on the suit the way an actor performs on a stage.

The double elemental energies of the court cards is given in the following list:

King of Wands – Fire of Fire

Queen of Wands – Water of Fire

Knight of Wands – Air of Fire

Page of Wands – Earth of Fire

King of Cups – Fire of Water

Queen of Cups – Water of Water

Knight of Cups – Air of Water

Page of Cups – Earth of Water

King of Pentacles – Fire of Earth

Queen of Pentacles – Water of Earth

Knight of Pentacles – Air of Earth

Page of Pentacles – Earth of Earth

Each combination of elements has its own energetic meaning, which applies to its court card. For example, Air of Fire is expansive, because air expands and feeds flame, but Earth of Fire is more steady and enduring, because wood is fixed to the ground and feeds fire in a slower and more controlled way than air.

When an element intensifies itself, its basic meaning is magnified. Fire of Fire is the most fiery and forceful of the combinations with Fire, for example. Whereas Air of Fire is expansive, Fire of Fire is explosive.

Water is antagonistic to Fire, and for this reason when these two elements come together on a court card, there is inherent conflict in the meaning of the card. For example, the King of Cups finds his own fiery impulses frustrated and cooled by the Water of the suit of Cups—he tends to fight against himself, or doubt himself, and is somewhat ineffectual, or at least mild, in his expression.

Look over the square of the 16 court cards with these elemental combinations in mind, and consider how the artist has presented them in the figures on the cards, and the symbolism surrounding the figures.

Step Seven

Lay out the four court cards of each suit in a row—King, Queen, Knight and Page. Consider them as a royal family. The King is the Father, the Queen is the mother, the Knight is the son, and the Page is the daughter. In some tarot decks the Knight and Page are called the Prince and Princess for this reason.

The King and Queen are seated. This represents their authority. They rule, but they rule from the throne, which is fixed in one location. Every earthly monarch has his seat of power, as it is called. The King is the masculine expression of the throne, the Queen the feminine expression.

Now consider the Knight. He is mounted on horseback because he is the active agent of the King and Queen. As the son and eldest child, he is sent forth to administer and enforce the laws his father and mother proclaim.

Finally, turn your attention to the Page. This is shown as a young boy, but it is also a young girl because at a young age the sexes have not fully distinguished themselves from each other. The Page follows the Knight and serves him, supplying the needs of the Knight. As the King commands the Queen, and the Queen commands the Knight, so the Knight commands the Page. The practical Page has his or her feet firmly on the ground.

Step Eight

Notice the directions in which the figures on the court cards face. Some face left, some face right, and one—the King of Swords—faces directly forward. The left symbolically represents the past, the center the present, and the right the future. Some figures are looking backward, some are looking forward, and the King of Swords is very much in the present moment.

Pay attention to whether two court figures face in the same direction, face each other, or face away from each other. This carries meaning. When they face away from each other they are cold to each other or unfriendly; when they look at each other they are friendly, or perhaps even lovers; and when they face in the same direction they have a common purpose.

Play around with the court cards, laying them out in sets of three or four, and notice how the figures interact with each other. Notice which are friendly, which unfriendly and which united in purpose.

Step Nine

Set the court cards aside and lay out the trumps in a row from left to right. There are 22 picture cards and they are all numbered. The Fool is numbered 0 and the other cards are numbered with Roman numerals from I to XXI. Make sure you understand the meaning of the Roman numerals so you can order the trumps correctly.

Although the trumps are numbered, it is very important that you understand that the numbers are not the trumps—the pictures on the cards are the trumps, and the numbers only indicate their sequence when they are at rest.

The resting sequence of the trumps tells its own story, which you can read by considering each trump in turn, one after the other. You do not need words to read the story of the trumps; the symbolism of the images will speak to you in its own language.

As you might suspect from its zero number, the Fool is a special trump. It has no fixed position of its own, but can be placed at the beginning of the trumps, at the end of the trumps, or anywhere in the sequence.

Step Ten

Break up the trumps into groups and consider each group of cards for the story it tells you. First, examine each pair of trumps, then consider groups of three, four, five, and so on. As you do so, move the Fool around, placing him at the beginning of each group, at the end, and in the midst, and see what difference moving him makes in the meaning of the group.

You don't need to know the accepted meanings for the trumps to do this; just let the cards themselves give their meanings to you. At a later time you can study books on the tarot, and learn what others have said about the meanings of the cards, but always remember, the meaning is in the images on the trumps. What others say about them is only their interpretation of these images.

This is how I learned the tarot when I first began to study it. At that time, I knew less about the tarot than I have given you here, but the cards themselves spoke to me as I arranged them in pairs and groups, and I came to understand them on a deep level that has served me well over the years. If you follow the ten steps I have given, it will serve you well also.

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By Donald Tyson. (c) Llewellyn Publishing Ltd, all rights reserved. Originally published in The Llewellyn Journal

from All Wicca Store Magickal Supplies https://www.allwicca.com/blog/10-easy-steps-to-learn-tarot

#wiccawisdom #All Wicca Store Magickal Supplies

[theimpossiblescheme]

“Where do you come from, where do you go?  What is your scene, baby, we just gotta know!”

I said I was gonna make an appreciation post for Yvonne Craig’s ’66 Batgirl, so… here she is, Barbara Gordon, that Dominoed Dare-Doll out to strike at the heart of crime!

The network wanted to introduce Barbara Gordon to the show almost immediately after her “Million-Dollar Debut” in the comics, and being renewed for a third season gave them the perfect opportunity.  After airing a short presentation to introduce the character, featuring Babs in a much pointier mask fighting off Killer Moth and his goons, they were given the green light to properly usher her into the show.  The rest, of course, is network television history; and while a lot of people can agree that the third season of the show was largely a series of missteps, Batgirl was definitely not one of them.

What makes Babs so interesting in this show is that she’s the perfect demonstration of how femininity and badassery don’t have to be mutually exclusive.  She’s naturally a very warm, charming, and eminently helpful person who goes out of her way to look after her family and her community. She’s a bookworm who works at the Gotham City library and studied almost every subject.  She’s very much a daddy’s girl who almost never fights with her father and regularly invites him over to watch TV with her.  She loves to cook and entertain guests.  She loves classical music and museums of all kinds.  She dresses like Jackie Kennedy at a thrift shop.  She loves to surf and swim and has a thing for charming jocks.  She keeps a gorgeous apartment full of trinkets and vintage furniture with a little parakeet named Charlie to keep her company.  And she visibly wears striking eye makeup even under her Batgirl cowl.

For God’s sake, her Batgirl motorcycle has ruffles on it!

But absolutely none of that takes away from what a devastatingly competent crimefighter she is.  In fact, she uses her reputation as an underestimated Girly-Girl ™ to her best advantage, similar to the way Babs does in Batgirl: Year One.  People tend to not pay her any mind because she’s a girl who can’t possibly do anything interesting in her spare time?  Gives her plenty of time to build her own Batgirl Cave in the back room of her apartment, complete with a revolving wall for ease of access to her costume station, an early computer and switchboard with a Lucite screen, a forensic chemistry set, and an elevator lift for her motorcycle!

People expect her to be soft and meek?  Perfect opportunity to take people by surprise by scaring them out of her apartment, even out of costume, and fully turn the tables on them as Batgirl, the fierce bruiser who loves nothing more than a sharp verbal takedown followed by a good scrap!  Punching isn’t a ladylike thing to do?  No rule saying you can’t ballet-kick their noses up into their brains and grab the nearest blunt object to use as an improvised weapon!

Woman crimefighters aren’t expected to be as clever as the Dynamic Duo?  Time to surprise everyone by using common sense and book smarts to solve cases instead of Bat-Deduction and breaking out of deathtraps by being genuinely resourceful rather than relying on deus ex machina (she does get the occasional assist, but this girl freed herself from self-tightening garotte wire.  That counts for something.)! 

Every time someone on the show tries to sell her short, she gets around to proving them wrong within seconds, and it’s the most satisfying thing to see.  Her biggest flaws as Batgirl were that she could be a little too rough and sometimes unintentionally cruel (such as the time she sprayed Louie the Lilac with sentient rot because she thought he was just bluffing).  But with time and experience she learned better and continued to improve as Gotham’s newest protector—a job she took very seriously, but still had a sense of humor about.

Interestingly, in her first couple of appearances, Babs seemed to be very aware of the fact that people were going to end up comparing her to Batman and Robin, and it manifested in a rather competitive spirit.  She constantly kept secrets from them, even ones that pertained to the case they were working on, and she would even hide evidence from them so she could have the satisfaction of busting the bad guy first.  They didn’t seem to trust her on principle at first, especially Batman, who believed that it was in women’s nature to try to outdo men in everything (holy sexism, ya douchecanoe); and she apparently decided that it wasn’t worth the effort to change their minds.  When they asked her about where she got her information, she would be deliberately vague and mention things like tarot cards and tea leaves—“all part of a woman crimefighter’s arsenal”—as a sort of Take That against them.  And at the end of almost every episode, she would disappear without a trace while their backs were turned, making them wonder where the hell she could have gone.  Eventually the three came to trust each other much more and fall into an easier and more cheerful rapport, but she would still disappear on them when the job was done.

One of the biggest shakeups on the show was that the member of the original “Batfamily” she was closest to was none other than Alfred!  He was the first to stumble upon her secret identity, and she made him swear to secrecy “as a gentleman’s gentleman.”  And he kept his word and continued to serve as her confidante, meeting with her in secret when she didn’t know if she could trust Batman. Every opportunity there was to help Babs, Alfred took it, no matter what, whether it was freeing her from a particularly tricky trap or helping her track a criminal across Gotham.  The two of them quickly developed a really adorable familial relationship based on mutual trust and affection, and you could tell how fond of each other Yvonne Craig and Alan Napier must have been.

The one vastly different addition you could possibly quibble with about this Babs is that there’s this rather aggressive effort to try to pair her up with Bruce.  Her father is very in favor of the idea of the two settling down together (even though Babs is fresh out of college and Bruce is at least in his late thirties).  And while Babs thinks Bruce is a nice enough guy, all of their “dates” end up being rather awkward since Bruce is a colossal dork out of costume, and she honestly just finds him a bit boring.  Besides, “he’s no Batman.”  She has a rather thinly disguised hero-crush on Batman and often wonders who he is under the mask—one can only imagine her reaction to finding out it’s the same guy who would rather watch the news in the back of his limo than talk to her. The attempt at shipping is there, but it never really goes anywhere, so… dodged a bullet there.

And in case anyone is wondering about her and Dick, while they aren’t romantically interested in each other at all, they do make a fantastic team and seem to view each other as brother and sister or at least good friends.  There are entire subplots of episodes where the two team up to save Batman’s bacon, and it’s glorious.

All in all, Yvonne Craig—once a dancer for the Ballet Russe and then a character actress who’d performed opposite Perry Mason and Elvis Presley—gave the world one of the defining heroines of the 1960s.  One who never stayed a damsel in distress for long and was spunky, witty, rebellious, kindhearted, determined, free-spirited, and more than capable of holding her own with the boys.  If anyone remembers anything about the third season of Batman, it’s Batgirl in all her purple glory, and her legacy has endured for so long that even Gail Simone has gone on record saying that when she writes Barbara Gordon, it’s Craig’s voice she imagines.

Unfortunately, Batman’s third season would be its last; even with hopes for a fourth season on the horizon, the destruction of the sets meant that the Terrific Trio would never set forth again on the small screen.  Fortunately, though, this wouldn’t be the end of this Batgirl—she was given another chance in cartoon and comic book form!

In The New Adventures of Batman, she takes on Catwoman to clear her own name from the taint of crime, singlehandedly rescues Robin from both the Joker’s and the Riddler’s henchmen with nothing but brute force, and adds a whole new passel of gadgets to her utility belt, including her own grappling hook gun and a makeup compact that conceals pocket sand she can use to blind her assailants.

In the recent Batman ’66 standalone comics, she gets to help Batman face off against Lord Death Man in Japan, takes on the Joker and Catwoman multiple times, helps free her father from Bane’s clutches, outwits all of the Big Four through simple office politics out of costume, and singlehandedly fends off the Bookworm and Queen Cleopatra with ingenuity and a good pimp slap respectively.

In Batman ’66 Meets the Man From U.N.C.L.E., she battles Poison Ivy’s plant goons (accidentally decapitating one of them with a single kick) travels with the Dynamic Duo, Napolean, and Illya to Monte Carlo to face off against Hugo Strange and his new international crime syndicate, and almost throws hands with Strange all by herself.

In Batman ’66 Meets Wonder Woman ’77, she graduates from Batgirl to Batwoman (Kate Kane’s initial appearance never caught on, it would seem) and takes her place as the new police commissioner of Gotham City after her father retires.

And most recently, in Archie Meets Batman ’66, she and Dick Grayson go undercover as transfer students to help flush out the new supervillain threat plaguing Riverdale and its students, facing off against the Joker and Catwoman in particular so far while dealing with the rabid crushes Archie and Betty have on them.

And as long as people still show an interest in this iteration of Babs, there will probably be more content still to come.  Not gonna lie, this is my favorite version of Barbara Gordon in any medium—I love her personality, her approach to challenges, her fighting style, her relationships with the rest of the cast, and even her costume.  Maybe one day, in a new Batman ’66 comic, we’ll get to see more of a supporting cast for her—bring in Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Frankie Charles, Jason Bard, and all of the characters we’ve come to know and love from the greater DC canon!  Hell, even better, give her a chance to become Oracle and pave the way for new Batgirls inspired by the good she’s done for Gotham!  But for now, we should all take the opportunity to appreciate the most iconic Barbara Gordon and the legacy she left behind.

Before I go, I thought I’d leave you guys with a snippet from the Man From U.N.C.L.E. crossover comic that I think best encapsulates this Batgirl and why she does what she does.  If ever Barbara Gordon had a mission statement, this is it, and I can never commend the comics enough for recognizing what makes her so special.

#dc #batman 66 #barbara gordon #the schemer speaks #I had this in me for a long time and I had to get it out. #I love her so much you guys have no idea--you could not ask for a more perfect Barbara Gordon outside of 'Birds of Prey.' <3

[willofhounds]

Questioning the past ch2

A/N thanks for your reviews and support.

DarkRavie: thanks for your review my friend.

Jolly's POV

An hour after they left the station the door to their compartment opened. Libertà glanced up from his own book fingering his wand. Nova and Luca looked ready to do battle. Only Felicità looked calm outwardly.

However a bond from being tarot holders and having sworn themselves to the Arcana family they held a bond. One that was not blocked easily. Or feelings so easily hidden away when it came to Mondo and Felicità.

Jolly could feel her anxiety though the bond. It put him on edge but he had to be the calm one. He could not attack like a member of the House of Leo. Right now he had to be the King of Nightingale, the first king from the House of Lupus in over three centuries.

A boy with platinum blond hair was standing in the doorway. His mercury eyew surveyed them.

The boy said snootily, "This is our compartment. Get out."

Libertà growled in a good imitation of a lion, "We were here first. If you wanted to sit with us we would have made room. Instead you demanded. Now get out!"

Jolly eyes held a spark of amusement in them. Libertà was not one to back down from anyone. Mondo and Dante were the ones that typically had to calm him down. Though Jolly had a few tricks of his own if it came down to it.

The blond haired boy screeched causing them to wince, "Do you know who my father is? I'll have you all kicked out for this. Now get out of our compartment!"

Having enough of the screeching Jolly marked the page in his journal and gained his feet. Three wands were suddenly pointed at his face from the blond and two of his companions.

Jolly said slowly not at all bothered by the wands, "Libertà sit down. Let me handle this."

Libertà's turquoise eyes widened with surprise as Jolly removed his sunglasses. It wasn't often that he used his tarot. When he did it was usually something big. Today it would be to prove a point.

Libertà immediately sat back down in his seat. Jolly folded his sunglasses and put them in his jacket pocket by the cross that just hung outside it. Inside his right eye he could feel it activate. The sign of the Ouroboros appeared in his eye.

Focusing his power took effort but he blocked out the minds of his family and those outside. Instead he focused it onto the three that had their wands pointed at him.

He could hear their thoughts. The blond thought of him as a mudblood blood. How a simple stunner would be enough to take him out. Then the other two would beat him with an inch of his life.

Jolly used a protego maxima to protect his family. Then he grinned as he went into a relaxed dueling stance. Nightingale was not a well known school. They however only took the best of the best. He did not become King of the school for being weak and unable to duel.

He deflected the stunner back at the boy who barely had time to stop it. Shock and anger were clear on his face. He read the lugs attack and blocked it before weaving his own set of spells. A stunner followed by two colorless spells to them would look like a knockback jinx. Instead it was a stunner and a high powered bombarda.

They blocked one stunner but the other hit home and the bombarda knocked them into the far wall. This left only the blond. There was uncertainly in the mercury eyes. Jolly could feel his energy draining. This had to end quickly.

He could feel the other's decision to use a dark curse. A quick neutralization spell later and he had stunned the blond. He used the knockback jinx to send him out of the compartment.

With that taken care of Jolly closed, locked and warded the door. Then fell back into his seat releasing his tarot. His right eyes faded back into their blue green color.

Felicità chided him, "You shouldn't have done that Jolly. We aren't supposed to use our tarots on the kids."

Jolly pulled his sunglasses from his jacket pocket and replaced them. Then he replied tiredly, "If I didn't they would have just kept attacking us. Better to put them in their place now."

Libertà said placing his finger on the pulse point in his neck, "Your pulse is racing. Jolly you know you can't use your tarot like that. It eats away at your life force."

Everything came at a price. Using tarots ate away at their energy and life force. For most of them they could handle it. A days rest and some good food and they would be fine. For him though it wasn't so easy.

Mondo held the World Arcana as number 21 of the Arcana Taroccos. The power of his Arcana can seal other Arcana Powers. The family more commonly referred to them as tarots. It confused most people so they were able to hide their abilities.

The Arcana Tarocco Cards that don't have a host survive by the energy/power of the host of the World Arcana. This ultimately ends up draining Mondo's power to the point where it may threaten his life.

When Jolly found this out he had been furious. Mondo took them in during a time of strife. His entire family but him and Felicità had been killed. War came to the Arcana isles.

At the time Jolly was only 10 years old. Abandoned at an orphanage when he was four he spent most of his life as a street rat. Nobody paid attention to the rats of the city. The children who saw everything.

The war left more and more orphans and little room to keep them. Mondo was under threat of death himself. As a recent graduate of Nightingale he could defend himself but hated seeing his people in pain.

Jolly had been trying to figure out how to steal from the man when his La Luna: the Moon The 18th card activated. He could feel the minds of those around him. Later he found out he could see into their memories if he so wished. Two assassins laid in wait for Mondo. Without really thinking about it he put himself in between them and Mondo.

Jolly ended up taking a to his ribs that was a poisoned blade. To that day he didn't regret the decision. If Mondo despite only being 18 died the isles would fall into worse chaos. He didn't want to see anyone else die.

He fully expected to die that day. Instead he woke up almost a week later in a lavish mansion. A maid told him that Mondo called the best island doctors and they worked tirelessly to save his life.

Jolly didn't believe it at first but when he met, Mondo it changed. Mondo was a kind heart man who despite being from the royal family didn't look down upon others. He went so far as to redress Jolly's wounds and nurse him back to health.

Jolly's newfound ability had been difficult to deal with. He could sense the servants distaste for him being there. They thought he wasn't worth the trouble that Mondo was going through.

A month after he arrived he was finally healed enough to leave. For the first time in his memory he hesitated. Mondo could have left him to die and chose to save him. Was leaving his only option?

He was halfway out the door when Mondo found him. The words said that night stuck with him.

Flashback

"You don't have to go," a deep voice said from behind him as Jolly made to step out onto the porch.

Jolly turned slightly to eye the red haired man. The man was 6'4 and easily doubled his own weight. His posture was easily read even for someone as young as him.

Jolly could see the openness of it. How relaxed the other was in his presence. That wasn't something he was used to.

Jolly asked slowly, "Why wouldn't I? I have been here far longer than I should have been. You nursed me back to health and I won't impose on you any longer."

The man hesitated but seeing that he was about to follow through said, "I looked into you," Jolly tenses on instinct, "Your orphanage named you Jolly but never gave you a last name. You were dropped off at the age of roughly five. You bounced around from home to home for the next four years. Last year you ran away and have been living on the streets ever since."

Jolly's hands clenched at his sides. There was so little he knew about himself. His first memories were of darkness and hunger. Then of a whale man and horse faced woman forcing him to do chores not meant for someone his age. A boy the same age as Jolly lived with them. They never said names. He wasn't even sure how he ended up in the orphanage. At this point he didn't care. It wouldn't change who he was.

Mondo said with a tired look, "I want to help you. Help as many orphans as I can. I lost my family. I want to make a new one."

"Why me?"

"Because you saved my life," Jolly started, "You went farther than anyone else has before. I would be honored to call you family. If you accept that is. If you don't I can help you find a place. Get you back on the right path. You don't have to steal anymore."

Jolly stilled carefully eyeing the other. Blue green eyes met blue.

Then he asked, "If I stay with you what happens then?"

He honestly wanted to know. If this was going to be his chance he had to know.

A hand was extended to him, "Then we do this together. I will do all I can to help those of these isles. Orphan or not. No one will be left behind on my watch."

He could feel the man's honestly through his new found ability. There wasn't an ounce of deception in him. The man wasn't promising the world just to do his best to make a better one.

Jolly stuck his hand hand out and said, "If I want to leave then I can."

"Deal," Mondo's warm hand shook his.

End of flashback

Mondo and Jolly had multiple Tarocco Cards. Activated or not they slowly drained at one's life force. They split the Tarocco Cards a place until they chose. It was less dangerous than one person carrying the entire burden.

Libertà said drawing him from his thoughts of the past, "I'll go find, Pace. He's the next best healer."

Jolly leaned his head back against the seat his breathing slowly evening out, "Don't they could be waiting for you. I just need some sleep."

Libertà might have said something else but he was already losing consciousness.

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Taking the Fool's Journey: Learning the Major Arcana of Tarot

Diving into tarot reading is a journey in itself. One of the most enjoyable experiences that comes with learning tarot is taking The Fool’s journey through the Major Arcana. But before you dive in and follow the Fool through his 22 card journey, let’s go over what the Major Arcana is.

The Major Arcana is the first of two sections that make up a full deck of tarot cards with the second section being the Minor Arcana. The Major Arcana is made up of the 22 trump cards. These cards are numbered, 0 through 21, and start with The Fool (0) then end with The World (21). As with every card in the tarot, the Major Arcana is packed full of symbolism; however, while the Minor Arcana deals more with the day-to-day aspects of one’s life, the Major Arcana cards represent more big picture occurrences, influences, and lessons.

The overarching theme of the Major Arcana is that of the human experience. The symbolism on each of the 22 cards represents the awareness that humans have and the experiences that we all go through at some point. The Fool goes through multiple stages of spiritual development as they encounter the other cards within the Major Arcana on their journey.

The first two cards that The Fool encounters are the Magician and the High Priestess. Both represent different aspects of The Fool themselves. The Fool’s masculine side is represented by the Magician while their feminine side is represented by the High Priestess. These two tarot cards, the second and third in the Major Arcana, set The Fool up with their internal duality as he moves on to meet the external representations of these same qualities — The Empress and The Emperor.

Just as the Magician and the High Priestess represent The Fool’s masculine and feminine side, these two cards represent the real life embodiment of Mother and Father. The Empress is another representation of femininity; however, while the High Priestess is an energized feminine force, the Empress is a maternal figure who is nurturing and giving. In the same light, the Emperor is a paternal figure who sets the foundation and creates boundaries throughout the world.

After meeting these four figures in the Major Arcana who represent The Fool’s dichotomy, he goes on to meet The Hierophant who represents the structure in the world. During his encounter with The Hierophant, The Fool learns the power of knowledge as it has been passed down since the beginning of time. With the pursuit of knowledge comes the ability to choose which The Fool learns in their encounter with The Lovers.

With this meeting, The Fool learns that their path may be chosen, but their future is not set. Instead, their decisions will determine their future and with this bit of insight, The Fool is ready to take what they have learned about themselves and the ancient structure of the world and apply it to their own journey.

The Chariot follows The Lovers in the Major Arcana and is The Fool’s sign that they are ready to embark on the next step in their journey. The horse-drawn Chariot teaches The Fool that it is time to take their path into their own hands and guide themselves to the next stop which is the challenge of Strength. Strength presents The Fool with a challenge that questions who they are and if they are strong enough to continue the journey through the Major Arcana.

The Fool is strong enough, using their balanced duality and the knowledge they’ve learned along the way, so they encounter The Hermit next. The Hermit, with their lone lamp and years of life experience, forces The Fool to stand alone. Like The Hermit, The Fool reflects on what they’ve encountered so far and what it all means. The Fool asks themselves, “what is the best way to go through life?” and understands that living life as if it is a game to be played, sometimes won and sometimes lost, is the answer.

Almost as if their thoughts become reality, the Wheel of Fortune appears next in the Major Arcana and manifests The Fool’s realizations. The Wheel of Fortune teaches The Fool that their life is full of games that must be won through both fate and by choice. Just as you may choose to spin the wheel of fortune in your own life, the space upon which it lands is completely up to faith.

However, The Fool is quickly pulled from this fantastical thought that they can continue their existence making quick decisions and leaving their path up to the Universe by Justice. Just as the Justice card depicts a courtly entity framed by pillars, Justice schools The Fool on the fact that life may appear to be a series of yes or no decisions which they are caught between, but it is not.

And this fact is further enforced by the appearance of The Hanged Man who appears suspended between two worlds and makes The Fool uncomfortable in his presence. The Hanged Man forces The Fool to look back on what he has learned so far and, within this period, The Fool realizes that what they set off on their journey with, and thought of as the ultimate truth, was in fact the beliefs of those they first met as they walked the path of the Major Arcana, (namely, The Emperor, Empress, and Hierophant.)

With this realization, Death appears to clear The Fool of his false beliefs, baptizing them in a way, which allows them to continue their journey with a clean slate. Temperance appears next as a representation of the newly enlightened Fool. The world is neither black and white nor right or wrong.

The Fool’s journey no longer depends on having a yes or no answer to every situation that is put in front of them and, instead, continues down the path on an even middle ground until they are forced to confront their own inner demons which are represented by The Devil.

With The Devil’s appearance comes the time that The Fool most look into themselves at their own psyche and address their personal pitfalls. This introspection does not last long for lightning strikes The Tower and The Fool is stripped of their inner turmoil and breaks the constrictive chains of their past.

Now that The Tower has tumbled, The Fool is able to see The Star emerge. Under the light of The Star, The Fool can see that new life is sprouting and their journey is truly their own; however, The Moon quickly follows to ground The Fool and remind them that not all of life is under their control.

The Moon holds power over the tides and women in a way that The Fool will never understand and while this may seem disheartening, The Sun appears to cast a clearer light and reassure The Fool that their journey, including their recent rebirth, is going in the right direction and is almost to an end.

Before The Fool’s journey through The Major Arcana can end they come face to face with Judgment. In this moment, The Fool is able to look at anything they have not yet examined and come to terms with those findings.

Working through this personal judgment brings The Fool to the last leg of their journey as they are shown The World. The final card of the Major Arcana represents the end of The Fool’s journey but is symbolic of much more.

As Earth must continue to turn, The Fool’s journey (and all of ours) must continue in a similarly cyclical pattern. No journey is a one and done, just as no answer is a simple yes or no and no decision is black or white, so we all must welcome each chance to transform and grow through each experience. Just like The Fool.

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