#i've got death devil temperance

[genghisthebrain]

did my tarot card reading for the month. seems about accurate

[notsosubtlequeer]

Currently working on a dnp tarot deck (only doing the major arcana for now I'm not THAT insane)

This is a (bad) picture of the first card (or the art of it) that's actually done (strength aka wad Dan)

Under the cut is the list of the cards and what the art on them is going to be about:

The High Priestess | sister Daniel

The Fool| Phil's video blog

The Magician | Phils tatinof magic show

The Empress | lioness with Dan

The Emperor | lion with Phil

The Hierophant | father Philip

The Lovers | 2009 Phan <3

The Chariot | first meeting at Manchester train station

Strength | WAD Dan

The Hermit | hello internet Dan

Wheel of Fortune | II piano scene with the wheel in the background

Justice | TIT

The Hanged Man | ywgttn

Death | BIG Dan

Temperance | all pleasure now Phil

The Devil | DNPcrafts devil summoning

The Tower | the Hiatus

The Star | Post hiatus / coming back video

The Moon | Phil

The Sun | Dan

Judgement |embrace the void

The World| tatinof

If anybody wants the reasoning behind the cards hmu I've got an entire Google doc

Huge shout-out to the phanbase is not on fire discord for hyping me up and helping me SO much with the ideas and visuals<3

Doing watercolours and it's taking ages but I'm so so excited about it!

Already finished all the concept sketches so the actual pieces are now slowly being made.

[taintandviolent]

go for a drive ; James March x reader

summary: 364 days of the year, you're the one who has to go see him. but on Halloween, you two go for a drive. w a r n i n g s: 5.2k words. smut, kinda slow-burn, smut with a little plot, female receiving penetration, sex toys, fingering, handjobs, mentions of ghosts/death. a/n: [🎃 part of lizzie's halloween fics! 🎃] inspired by this gif and @redwoodghost and @silverzoomies (also my beta readers thank you pookies)! Happy (early) Halloween, readers! May your Halloween night / Halloweekend be filled with spooks and fun, but if not... enjoy this smutty little fic. I wanted to at least get this one out on/before Halloween, even though I've been terribly behind on all of my writings. If you enjoyed, please let me know! comments and reblogs are appreciated. 🖤 full fic & taglist under cut!↓ / ao3 link here! /

October 31st.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh, James drove happily down the road, without a care in the world. The breeze that exhaled from the coastline fluttered your hair gently, twisting your delicate tresses as it blew through them. You wordlessly watched him as he drove, as he lived, memorising the way that his eyes would dart from the road to look out at the sea, then back again, head full of presumably thoughts. You let out a dreamy sigh; the same one you’d let out as you watched him get gas — such a mundane thing made important. You laughed as he waited in the car for someone to come out, frustrated with the lack of hospitality these places possessed.

Eventually, you’d pulled out your debit card and leaned out of the car to slide the card into the slot. James protested furiously, insisting that a lady should never pay for a date, but you shushed him with two delicate kisses to the corners of his mouth. He’d pay you back in other ways, you promised. That seemed to sate his intolerance.

As he drove, James’ pale complexion seemed to reflect the setting sun, flushing him with warmth. His forever pitch-black eyes were sometimes — when the sunlight hit them just right — the warmest, darkest chocolate brown you’d ever seen. You were so used to seeing them in the dim, moody lighting of the Hotel Cortez, it seemed that every day besides this day, you forgot that. Because three hundred and sixty four days of the year, he remained in the Hotel Cortez. He liked it just fine, after all — he’d built it. His own personal, torturous heaven. Now, of course, it was home to a few awkward (and unfortunately) permanent guests. Still, he never complained, unless of course, you weren't there .

Those were the days where his temper would sour; he’d snap at Miss Evers, or shoo away Elizabeth on the rare occasion she wanted to speak to him. The days where his little cream puff, his hummingbird didn’t grace the hallways with her rabbit soft steps and darling laughter… Those were the days where he wished he wasn’t stuck there for all eternity and instead, doing whatever you were doing in the outside world. It didn’t matter what it was.

While you couldn’t spend every single day there, you were so enamoured with James March that you took any chance you got to pull yourself away from your meddling little life. You would drive downtown and burst through those ornate, gold doors to fall right into his arms. You’d come to learn that it drove his ex-wife mad, the way he’d sense your arrival, and rush through the lobby like a mad man. He always wrapped his arms around you so tightly that you felt your breath rush from your lungs. He frequently kissed a line from your shoulder to your forehead, lingering on your lips for a second longer than any other spot.

He lingered much longer than normal last night when you arrived for his annual Devil’s Night Dinner Party. You hardly cared about that — to you, more importantly, it was his birthday , and no matter the circumstance, you’d be in attendance for that. You were never fond of his guests, and they were never fond of you, but be that as it may, you were spending time with James and that was your joy in life. In recent years, the dinners had seemed shorter to you; James peppered the evening with secretive touches, and whispered comments that kept you going through all the atrocities. Frighteningly, those atrocities had become less and less appalling to you. You watched, wordlessly, as the band of notorious serial killers descended on the unfortunate victims of the evening, and merely blinked, before turning away to look at your hands, or scroll through your social media feeds as they did their work.

Finally, as the night would draw to an end, it was your time. He’d let the psychos free to do whatever they wanted in his Hotel, and you two got to nuzzle each other’s necks for hours on end. You hadn’t brought a present as he insisted that the way you’d give yourself to him was a gift enough.

And give yourself to him you did. After a shower to rinse the sludge of his guests from your form, you gave yourself to him against the wall, with your leg hoisted into the air and then again on the dinner table, where, in a fit of passion, he’d knocked one of the wine glasses to the floor. There was rarely ever a night where James would only take you once. Once was never enough to him, he craved you in ways unimaginable to you.

James withdrew his hand from your thigh to place it on the wheel, navigating around a particularly tight turn. “Well, my dear. How shall we finish off our evening? Dinner as usual? See a picture perhaps?”

You’d spent the early part of your day having brunch at a quaint little cafe a few miles from the Hotel, a darling walk on the beach, and dinner at one of his favourite restaurants. James drove — he insisted. It was the one day a year he got to do anything besides sit in the garage. Someone had polished his cherry-red 1920s ReVere convertible the night before, perhaps Miss Evers, perhaps him. Part of you thought it might’ve been him, because you could easily picture him meticulously polishing this beauty of a car, readying it for a day of gallivanting around Los Angeles.

“James,” you replied, scooting closer on the seat, the silken fabric of your dress slipping easily on the leather interior. The breeze wafted his cologne in your direction and you filled your lungs with it unabashedly — god, he smelled good. “My answer is the same every single year. As long as I’m spending time with you, I’d do anything.”

Anything. He seemed to roll that word over and over in his mind. Any-thing. As though you were beholden with a need to fulfil his wants and desires, you never protested to anything he suggested.

“In that case… something new.” he murmured as he turned the wheel suddenly, veering off the main highway. The wheels crunched the gravel beneath as he wound higher up, before pulling into a small alcove that overlooked the ocean.

This was new.

He killed the engine, letting you both fall into silence. Aside from the crashing of the waves against the rocks and the occasional car driving by, there was nothing. Just nature and the two of you. You must’ve been somewhere around Malibu, you thought. Maybe farther. Perhaps Zuma. You hadn’t been paying attention, but regardless of where, the sight was breathtaking. A romantic spot. Had he brought other girls here? Perhaps to murder them. Surely, the ocean provided an excellent disposal system.

“It’s beautiful out here, James…” you whispered softly.

“As are you. Far more so.”

With your cheeks aflame, you turned away from the coastline to face him. He was staring at you, with one arm stretched casually over the back of the seat. You knew he was analysing you and shamelessly drinking in your presence — savouring the little things that the Hotel Cortez failed to provide; the way the salty air blew your hair about, the chill that made you shiver ever so slightly, the way the sun seemed to wash your skin in gold…

“What? What are you thinking? You’re always so pensive.” you asked, reaching out to cup the side of his strong jawline. He clasped his hand over yours, leaning into it, and turning his face so he could kiss your palm.

“Mm, perhaps — mm.” Another kiss and he brought your hand down to his lap, resting it upon his clothed thigh. “Perhaps I just take you here, my little hummingbird. Right here.” The way he spoke was threatening and lusty, and sent a chill down your spine. You shivered closer to him.

“Perhaps you do…” you said. Although you weren’t from his time, you found yourself mimicking his speech style, and he always seemed delighted when you did. A gem amongst a flooding sea of lingo that he loathed and refused to understand. He was a sharp fellow; he could decipher what certain things meant, but he was as bright as he was stubborn.

James leaned over in his seat, the leather creaking with his weight and with a murmuring sigh, he pressed his lips to the top of your shoulder, skin exposed where the hem of the dress had slipped down. He peppered delicate kisses along your collarbone, dipping down to the front of your décolleté and inhaled deeply. You shivered, tittering girlishly at the sensation of his moustache tickling your chest. “Such a delightful girl you are,” he crooned, his syrupy soft voice melting into you.

While he continued kissing, his large fingers trailed down the front of your dress, watching your reaction carefully. Your breath hitched as he neared your centre and James paused, looking deeply into your eyes. You bit your bottom lip, and crushed your mouth against his, warm and heavy. As he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping out to find yours, the sun sank below the horizon, and James slid his left arm behind your back, wrapping it strongly around your waist.

Even on the one day he was free to be amongst the living, he remained ghostly. His lips were soft and cool, and the inside of his mouth had a particular unnatural chill that sent a wave of goosebumps erupting across your skin. Still, you loved kissing him. You loved the way he’d devour you, encircling your tongue like it was caught in a tango. James always held you when he kissed you, asserting that either you’d not escape, or that you felt safe in his arms. Perhaps a confusing melange of both.

A car zipped past, the headlights illuminating your indecency and you jumped, suddenly aware that despite the privacy of the alcove, you two were still in a public place. More than that, you were fooling around like two teenagers in a public place, just off the main highway. Scandalous. “James! What if someone sees!”

“Let them, my darling. Allow them a glimpse of the greatest pleasures they’ll never know.”

James fingered the hem of your panties, before slipping underneath the satin. He stroked the mound of flesh tenderly, trailing down between the slit of your cunt until he found your entrance. The wetness greeted him quicker than he’d anticipated as told by the devilish smirk that tightened his features. On instinct, your legs spread slightly, giving him more room to work. The reality was that you were already craving more of his touch and hoped to entice him deeper. Still, you couldn’t help but be embarrassed that you were so wet already.

“It’s your kissing, James…” you explained. “It always gets me going… I can’t help it.”

“You’re apologising?”

“Well, no, yes— aaah !”

James clicked his tongue disapprovingly. His large hand cupped your cunt, middle finger encircling your clit gently. Throngs of energy shot up the front of your torso, making you tremble instantaneously. James watched as you writhed and wriggled underneath him, though his strong arm kept you close to his body. “Speak up, my dear.”

You swallowed hard, trying to find the words amidst your brain’s white, hot fog. “I… I’m uh… my god, I wasn’t sure if it… James, my god, please. I can’t get a word out.”

“That’s alright, I can gather what you meant. Nonsense.”

Carefully finding the entrance again, James slid two fingers inside and you let out a gasp, clamping your eyes shut and letting your mouth fall open. Exhaling desperate, breathy moans as his fingers curled inside, finding the spongey flesh with ease. You arched your back, bracing your neck against the back of the seat. As he worked your clit and your g-spot simultaneously, you blindly felt for his groin. Beneath ironed dress pants, you felt the shape of his cock, warm and stiff. James March was many things, and well endowed was one of them. With a playful pout contorting your plump lips, you stroked it outside of his trousers for a few moments, teasing him to the point of frustration. He clenched his teeth, hissing through them.

“James,” you purred. “Then, let me…”

Hips first, he scooted closer, giving you unspoken permission to touch him. You found the waist of his pants, slid the button out and reached in. Inside of you, James’ fingers stopped moving at the sensation, and he huffed breathily in your ear. Although you’d touched him many times, he never seemed to get used to the feeling and always responded to it with the most delighted, euphoric reaction. You yanked the waistband of his briefs down to free his cock.

Keeping eye contact, you worked the saliva up with your tongue, collecting it in your mouth. Once you’d had a mouthful, you bent at the waist and parted your lips, letting your spit fall onto the head, glazing it. James hissed, watching you with a depraved glimmer in his eyes. You were so polite, so innocent, and yet…

With a honeyed sigh, you began playing with him, gliding your fingers over the deep red skin of his head, pressing your thumb into the flesh and squishing more pre-cum from the tip. It was hot to the touch, and with no conscious decision of his own, it began thrusting into the circle of your grip. You made a loose fist, allowing the length of his cock to slide in and out of it. He found his natural rhythm again, pumping his thick digits in and out of your cunt.

Moving your hand further down his shaft, you reached the base, and squeezed gently. The addicting sensation of rigidity, paired with the soft, pliable skin had you biting your lip as you worked his cock in and out of your fingers. James let out a desperately hungry whine, and pressed his thumb into your clit. His chest was heaving now, and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he leaned back against the seat.

You whimpered, and dragged your hand upwards, jerking him off faster. His cock was rigid and burning up — he liked this a lot . Perhaps it was voyeurism, perhaps it was circumstance, but whatever it was, it had him acting feral. In turn, that had you acting similarly. You spread your legs further, undulating your hips to further the sensation along. The coil in your tummy wound tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, and you gushed around his fingers, pulsating in tight clenches. Your lips parted, allowing a drawn out moan to flutter breathily out. To James, it was akin to music. Cries of sex and cries of agony were so similar.

As you came, his lips found the side of your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sweet flesh that greeted him. He groaned and snarled into your skin, murmuring lascivious words directly into your ear. You shivered with each one, laughing breathily between moans.

You felt a particular tension within him, and kept your speed, running your thumb along the underside of the head. His breath hitched in his throat. He pumped his fingers faster, curling them deeper into your cunt. His thumb repeatedly bumped into your clit, sending you into a blurry, eye-watering state of euphoria. Beneath your dress, your thighs quivered, trembled with overstimulation. There was suddenly a burn deep within your core that you knew all too well — the second orgasm.

“Don’t — don’t stop…!” He ordered. Despite your quivering muscles, you continued playing with his thick cock. With a coy smile, you leaned forward, angling your open mouth over the head of his dick. Teasingly, you’d lean away every time he bucked his hips upward, seeking out the slick, warmth of your mouth.

“Diabolical!” Sweat glistened across his forehead, his neck reddened with pleasure. You smirked up at him, peering at him through your lashes. Admittedly, you were being rather naughty, but it was so fun to see such a pristine man come undone.

James never worried about stains; Miss Evers could get anything out of anything. So, he came enthusiastically, his entire body tightening and convulsing with the waves of his orgasm. He bucked his hips hard into the grip of your hand as tears of white wept from the slit, cascading over your knuckles and dribbled in large, sticky droplets onto his pants. One hit the bottom of your lip, and as you pulled away, you made a show of wiping it from your mouth before flattening your tongue against the pad of your finger.

As he came down from the high, you watched him silently. You two were submerged in darkness, but the glow from the highway’s street lamps illuminated him in a shadowed, film noir sort of way, chiseling his jaw and bringing the soulless blackness back to his eyes. This was the James you knew. The dark one, the one that was soft for you, but underneath his lust and adoration, you knew he wondered what you’d sound like dying.

“Was that good?”

“That’s not the word I’d use, my dear…”

You grinned to yourself, fiddling with the hem of your dress. James heaved a sigh and tucked his softening cock back into his pants, adjusting it until it was comfortable.

“I’ve a splendid idea. Why don’t you show me your home?” He asked, though it was more of a demand; he’d already made up his mind as he started the car.

“My home?” Immediately, panic flowed over you as he began to drive back the way you’d come. Had you done the dishes? Was the bed made? That pile of dirty clothes on the chair in your bedroom — had you put that away? You didn’t have Miss Evers to clean up after you, and once you came home from work, you wanted to do nothing but relax. “God, there has to be something more interesting than that to do.”

James waved his hand at you dismissively, ignoring your concerns, before returning it to the steering wheel and pulling back onto the main highway, headed back to Los Angeles. Anxiety made the drive feel short; you spent half of the ride trying to visualise the state you’d left your apartment in, and the rest of the ride sheepishly giving him directions, pointing to the necessary exits.

Finally, he pulled up in front of the curb. You looked towards your front door, nervously. It wasn’t a dump, but it certainly lacked the lustre and grandeur of the Cortez.

“Love your costume,” a girl said to James as you passed them. He turned to protest, but you immediately grabbed his arm, towing him towards your front door with a hurried, “Thank you! We love the 20’s!”

You filled your lungs with air, took a deep breath and opened the door. You peeked through with one eye at first, lessening the blow. Thankfully, aside from a hoodie, and a pair of socks, the living room looked… clean. The kitchen was another story; you hadn’t done dishes in a few days, and the impressive collection of coffee cups and cereal bowls would remain in the dark.

James paraded around, taking in the place where you lived, where you spent the time that you weren’t with him. Casually, he muttered an order and he headed towards your bedroom. You straightened up, slightly confused, but reached around the back of your dress, feeling for the zipper.

He stood out front of your door, leaning his broad shoulder against the frame. “Is it here?” He asked, gesturing to the bed. “Is it here that you pleasure yourself?”

Holding the front of your dress to your chest, you turned, blushing. ��S-sometimes. Other times it’s in the shower. But most of the time… most of the time - yes.”

“Touch yourself… go on. Consider it a late birthday present.”

He’d made the demand impossible to deny now. A birthday present? You couldn’t be rude. You whimpered nervously as you dropped the dress to the floor, stepping out of the circle of it. Eyes locked on him, you sat down on the bed, scooting backwards until you felt your pillows. With a shaky inhalation, you leaned back and allowed your fingers to trail slowly down your stomach towards your cunt. Once you found her, she was soft and warm, and the entrance was still slightly slick from earlier.

“I want to see what it is that you do…” he crooned lowly. “…exactly how you do it. The only difference now is that you don’t need to imagine anything, my buttercup. I’m right here.”

“Well,” you paused at that, eyes drifting to your bedside table. “Exactly? I usually use my uh…” You rolled onto your side, pulled the drawer opened and produced a deep red coloured vibrator. “This.”

“Ah, yes . A vibrator.”

Incredulously, you asked: “You know what this is?”

“Ahh, my dear.” Hooking his thumb around his suspenders, he pulled them down over his shoulders. “Electric vibrators were invented before I was a twinkle in my mother’s eye. Doctors used them to… relieve hysteria in females. By the twenties, they were a common household item — of course I know what that is. I wasn’t born yesterday, you know.

You laid, stunned, at the momentary history lesson. You’d had no idea that James knew what a vibrator was, and moreover, seemed to know more about them than you did. One button at a time, James began undressing himself, watching you as you brought the vibrator to life with a muted buzzing. You neared the tip of the vibrator to your clit, but paused. James opened his shirt, draping it carefully over the end of your bed frame.

His pale chest, lightly muscled, was now on display for you. The visual blindsided you, and you found yourself staring, letting your eyes trail up and down his form. You’d seen him shirtless — and even nude — so many times that you’d memorized his body at this point, but it never failed in taking your breath away.

“Well…” you started, snapping yourself out of your stupor. “You were, but… not… actually yesterday. But you were born yesterday.”

“Quite right. In 1895. Therefore, I know what a vibrator is, and I know how you use one — so… use it.”

You bowed your head shyly, and pressed the vibrator to your clit. You’d turned it up high; the sensation sent a shockwave through your core, and you jerked forward up onto your elbows.

The sight of a shirtless James at the edge of your queen size bed was enough to make you cum again. He looked so out of place in your modern room, but there was something incredibly sexy about it — a fantasy. Something you’d pictured hundreds of times.

The vibrator buzzed on, drilling into the bundle of nerves with mechanical ease. You slipped it over your clit, and swept it side to side before plunging it deep into your cunt; it slipped in with a slick swallow. James wouldn’t take his eyes off you, watching every moment of this erotic torture that you were bestowing upon yourself. You writhed, kicked and moaned… and yet, you still continued. Your breathing was erratic, your breasts rising and falling with each breath you took. You brought the vibrator back out for more clitoral stimulation, and crushed your head into the pillow beneath your head, forcing it down into the mattress as you slid the smooth plastic between your folds.

“ Aaauuuuuggggh… . My god, fuck….”

“That’s it, good girl.”

Your cunt clenched, your lids falling shut. You continued pumping the vibrator in and out, feeling every throb that she gave. You rubbed the angled tip over your clit, edging yourself further. Your legs were shaking again, you were close.

“No no, eyes on me.”

Your lids snapped open, absolutely willing to take in the visual before you. For the first time in long time, you didn’t need to rely on your imagination; everything you desired was currently crawling up towards you from the end of the bed with his pants hanging open and a dastardly smirk on his lips.

“Ffffuuuuck,” you breathed. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Your gaze hungrily dropped to his groin, gobbling up the visual; the outline of his hardened cock beneath his briefs. This had gotten him worked up again, and you knew what was coming next. Or maybe next, after you.

James interlaced your fingers, lifting your hand from yourself and freeing you from the pleasuring. It was his turn. The vibrator dropped to the mattress, still buzzing. Your hand came down on the bed sheets, blindly slapping around until you found it. With a hard press from your thumb, you silenced it.

You were gasping for air like a fish, begging for relief. He had stopped you, edged you just before you came, and the warning clenches were hot and angry. Wordlessly, James climbed atop of you, supporting himself with a hand on either side of your head as he gazed down at you. His eyes danced over your form, lingering at your pulse as it throbbed in your neck — he always was innately interested in your heartbeats and your pulses, he’d press his hand your heart during orgasms, feeling the organ as it hammered an erratic rhythm through your skin. You chewed your lip, gazing right back up at him. He was so handsome; your stomach feeling like a bundle of fried and deeply tangled wires every time you looked at him. You were never sure what about yourself had enchanted him so deeply, but it was an obsession. It was something that tormented him, and needed to be constantly sated.

He reached into his briefs, letting his cock bounce free. It bobbed heavily, bumping into the lower part of your stomach, twitching to find something to penetrate. Beads of pre-cum fell, stringing from his cock to your skin, connecting you two for a brief moment before it stretched and snapped, falling just below your belly button.

He lowered his arms, bringing his mouth to your breast, where he began peppering kisses along the fullness of them. His teeth grazed your nipple and your back arched, a moan escaping as he bit down, just hard enough to cause a twinge of pain — you jerked your hips upwards, pressing his cock back up against his own stomach. The pressure brought a syrupy “Oooh” from his throat.

His cheek was suddenly pressed against yours, his lips by your ear. “I can’t very well fuck you with these on…” His fingers hooked around the elastic of your underwear, snapping them back against your skin. You immediately swung into action, shimmying them down over the curve of your ass, and down your thighs.

“There… all better.” You whispered into his ear, kissing the side of his face.

At that, James straightened up and angled his hips down before pressing them hips into you, urging the head of his cock to breach your entrance. You scooted further down on the mattress to meet his hips, and pushed him just a little bit deeper than he’d already gone. You revelled in the sensations; the hot stinging stretch before the release as the head slipped in, the fullness of his girth pressing against your slick walls, and finally, the ache as he bottomed out, his groin bumping roughly against yours. 

His thrusts were quick and deep. You felt the immediacy of his need, the surging desire that coursed through him like electricity. Dark strands fell into his eyes as he slammed his cock into you, drilling deep into your cunt. Every slick, hungry pull of your cunt drove him wild, it was a feeling unlike any other. Not even Elizabeth, with all of her dominating energy, had made James growl in ecstasy like you did.

He straightened up, took hold of your hips and quickly found a rhythm of pulling you onto his cock — your eyes rolled back in your head. Your skin flushed, a sheen of sweat covering both your bodies.

“J-James,” you stuttered. He nodded in response, buried too deeply in his euphoria to respond. “It feels so good — oh god… oh-oh god.”

You felt the sensation of your hot, aching cunt tightening. A moan caught in your chest, and your breath shuddered.  As she released in a series of throbs, you rocked your hips against him, pulling James closer to you, wrapping your arms around his scarred back.

He bucked his hips a final time, bottoming out, before he moved his hips haphazardly, bunny humping you. Strings of white coated your insides, you felt it ooze from your hole as he pulled his cock from you.With a sigh, James rolled off of you, and flopped heavily next to you, staring aimlessly up at the ceiling as his breathing slowed.

“You are… sensational, my little pet. Sensational.”

A smile on your lips, you reached for your phone, tapping the side button to illuminate it. Your smile faded quickly; the sun would be rising within the next two hours and your romantic day would be over. Until next year. You weren’t ready for the night to end, and rotated your body on the bed.  

“James,” you murmured, stroking his chest with a single finger. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“You never need to ask, my dear.”

~

As soon as you two walked through the doors of the Hotel, you spotted her. Countess. Elizabeth. She was standing on the second floor, wearing a silvery house robe and presumably nothing else, arms spread out on the railing like wings. She glared down at you.

With a kind smile in her direction, you pulled yourself closer to James as he made his way towards the stairs. She glowered, all but snarling her plump, red lips at you as you ascended. James had told stories of how… tempestuous his ex-wife was, but further, how uninterested in him she was. Was she truly so cruel that the moment he took joy in having someone else, she wanted to crush that?

“James,” she sneered from above, not bothering to address you. You rolled your eyes so hard they ached; her constant bitchiness was alluring, terrifying at first, but it had now become nothing more than an annoyance, akin to the whining of a mosquito. “Have fun on your day off?”

“Immeasurably.” He replied, curtly.

“And what did you two do, hmmm?” Her voice was breathy and hoarse, and even given the tryingly aloof words, was still delicious to listen to. It was a shame she wasted her breath on such immaturities.

“Now, now. Jealousy doesn’t suit you, my dear. Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to.”

You smiled. Of course she’d be jealous; after all… it wasn’t her that James had just pumped full.

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chat what do we think ?

(Yes the image is blurry, but walk with me. I shall put the roles written out under the image. For those unaware this refers to the cards of the major arcana in a tarot deck)

(I have watched Max Heart, Splash Star, Yes 5 Gogo (and power of hope) , Kirakira, Delicious Party, Hirogaru Sky, Wonderful, All Stars F, Dream Stars, roughly half of Fresh and a bit of Mahouskai so everything else is only based on vibes and what I've read in the wiki)

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Roles I am content with are Green

Roles I am not content with are Orange

Roles I assigned because there was no one that really worked are Red

The Fool: Cure Echo

The Magician: Cure Miracle

The High Priestess: Cure Grace

The Empress: Cure Heart

The Emperor: Cure Flora

The Hierophant: Cure Top

The Lovers: Cure Peach

The Chariot: Cure Lovely

Strength: Cure Sky

The Hermit: Cure Blossom

The Wheel of Fortune: Cure Yell

Justice: Cure Melody

The hanged man: Cure Happy

Death: Cure Wonderful

Temperance: Cure Whip

The Devil: Cure Black

The Tower: Cure Precious

The Star: Cure Star

The Moon: Cure Bloom (Cure Bright)

The Sun: Cure Summer

Judgement: Cure Dream

The World: Cure Supreme

Green names ! Magician, Strength, Star, Moon and Sun are just pure image/name association. The World is the end of cycles and brings everything together so Supreme fits. Echo is involved but separate to the rest of the cures, much like The Fool. Death represents transformation and Komugi undergoes the most transformation of all the leaders. Precious is the tower and her old values of parroting her grandmothers sayings are broken down by Godatz (Do not get me started on delipre I love this mess of a show so much and will tell you about how this should have been put together)

Orange names ! Empress = Heart bc Heart is reminiscent of the actual Cure Empress. Emperor = Flora bc royals. Lovers = Peach bc get your happiness and what not. Chariot = Lovely bc representing travel is kinda like what Happiness Charge was doing with the international cures. Wheel of Fortune = Yell bc time travel ????? Justice = Melody bc the wiki says she has a strong sense of justice. Devil = Black bc the Devil represents unbreakable bonds and Black and White got that unbreakable bond rizz (THIS ONE IS TRICKY BECAUSE OF THE OTHER THINGS THE DEVIL CAN REPRESENT ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINORS DO NOT APPLY THOSE MEANINGS TO THEM)

Red names ! I ran out of things that really fit nicely so. Cure Grace and Blossom give me smart vibes so give them the cards that represent wisdom. Cure Top is a guy, The Hierophant can represent a man, bada bing bada boom. Cure Whip as Temperance, power of imagination = a flash of inspa~kira~tion ehhhhhh????? Cure Dream and Cure Happy got the short end of the stick as they were the only ones left so just got whatever was left.

[persephoneprice]

I saw a post of yours where you associate songs with the mentors. Are there any songs you associate with the tributes?

i’m so sorry this got buried

i’ll give you a song for each of the ones i have-

velvereen - northern attitude - noah kahan

Forgive my northern attitude / Oh, I was raised on little light

marcus - humble and kind - tim mcgraw

Hold the door, say please, say thank you / Don't steal, don't cheat, and don't lie / I know you got mountains to climb but / Always stay humble and kind

sabyn - the view between villages - noah kahan

Feel the rush of my blood / I'm seventeen again / I am not scared of death / I've got dreams again

teslee - hollow - noah kahan

And I've tried to hold my temper and obscure my rage / But these kids, they never act their age / And I've got one foot in the grave

mizzen - i bet on losing dogs - mitski

I bet on losing dogs / I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place by the ring / Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down / I'll be there on their side / I'm losing by their side

coral - shut up and fish - maddie and tae

Just a little push / 'Cause he couldn't just /Shut up and fish

otto - life is a highway - rascal flats

There's no load I can't hold / A road so rough, this I know / I'll be there when the light comes in / Just tell 'em we're survivors

ginnee - american teenager by ethel cain

Say what you want, but say it like you mean it / With your fists for once, a long cold war / With your kids at the front / Just give it one more day then you're done / I do it for my daddy and I do it for Dale / I'm doing what I want and, damn, I'm doing it well

treech - exile - taylor swift

I think I've seen this film before / And I didn't like the ending / You're not my homeland anymore / So what am I defending now?

lamina - marjorie

Never be so polite, you forget your power / Never wield such power, you forget to be polite

bobbin - robin - taylor swift

Long may you roar / At your dinosaurs / You're a just ruler / Covered in mud, you look ridiculous / And you have no idea

wovey - the best day - taylor swift

And now I know why the all the trees change in the fall / I know you were on my side / Even when I was wrong

panlo - amarillo sky - jason aldean

He just takes the tractor another round / And pulls the plow across the ground / And sends up another prayer / He says, "Lord, I never complain, I never ask 'Why?'/ Please don't let my dreams run dry / Underneath, underneath this Amarillo Sky"

sheaf - south dakota - gavn!

I'm going back to South Dakota / Hellbound in this old Toyota / It's the badlands that I call my home now / Guess it's fine that I'm on my own now

tanner - red dirt road - brooks and dunn

Yes, I've learned, I've come to know / There's life at both ends of that red dirt road

brandy - hell on hills - pistol annies

I'm hell on heels, say what you will / I done made the devil a deal / He made me pretty / He made me smart / And I'm gonna break me a million hearts / I'm hell on heels, baby, I'm comin' for you

reaper - long black train - josh turner

But you know there's victory in the Lord, I say / Victory in the Lord / Cling to the Father and His Holy name / And don't go ridin' on that long black train

dill - temporary home - carrie underwood

This is my temporary home / It's not where I belong / Windows in rooms that I'm passin' through / This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going / I'm not afraid because I know this is my / Temporary home

lucy gray - the smallest man who ever lived

And I don't even want you back, I just want to know / If rusting my sparkling summer was the goal / And I don't miss what we had, but could someone give / A message to the smallest man who ever lived?

jessup - pink skies by zach bryan

If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud / But you'd think they's yuppies / Your funeral was beautiful / I bet God heard you comin'

[nfumbewalk]

Opening

A candle I had burned for my son. Its his zodiac sign color, red for Aries. The knot in the wick still has me concerned.

Well, I've been recently been thinking of my opening and attunement that's been happening for the last two years. Its apparently all been due to me accepting muertos and embracing them into my life. Mostly Rodolfo. He's been instrumental in many changes that have happened in me and my environment. He took many of my fears away and helped me realize that I need to chill out and let my intuition come to me at full force - stop trying to muffle it or deny it.

I did not know my full power. And, my dad didn't tell me much until near his death about muertos speaking to him. Plus his amazing intuition, which now I remember witnessing often. My dad was very empathic and tuned in. As a kid, I went to him when I was ill in the middle of the night - he knew before it happened because he was awake and waiting for me with medicine. Mom never awoke.

Dad was so special and had the temper of a devil. But most times, he was gentle to me. Such a Scorpio too! He was quite interested in astrology and witches, and the powers of stones and plants. He had a learning disability, so his focus was off, but he remained interested in some stuff that I did. I think his death last year has really blown off the lid. I'm so open now!

Before he died, I couldn't hear my relatives talking to me, and really, not many other muertos - just Rodolfo. Seriously! I hear both of my grandpa's, one grandma, my dad, and now - my mom! I know other muertos will come. Hopefully it won't be too overwhelming. I know I'm not making this up. The things they say are so separate from the things that I think of. Their words are nothing like mine. And I've mentioned that they sound SO weird!!

My mom, who I had not heard from since she died in 2006, sounded low and warbly. The women have. Men sound kind of high pitched and whiny like old time radio from the 1930's. Yes, I've heard very old radio. Lol! Now, Rodolfo sounds normal. I think its because he's been dead longer. He sounds kind of like Cheech from Cheech & Chong. He took no offense when I said that. But his voice register is a bit lower.

So, I don't have any idea if my attunement is still happening or not. Oh, Rodolfo just said its not over yet! Egads. What's next?!? I don't know of many other relatives to die. Phew! But, I mentioned Tom's stepdad Chuck. I do think he would communicate with me if he passed. He's already giving away belongings, like a $300 watch to Tom. And a exquisite leather coat to me. He was very wealthy, but lost money due to his son and his other stepson. I hope he will hang on for a bit, unless he is really ready to go. I swear I'm the Angel of Death. I was there when both my parents died!! Well, my dad was gone a little bit before I arrived, but I was holding my mom's hand when she died. 10 minutes to 10 AM, December 16th 2006. Dad was August 25th 2023.

You all can see Rodolfo's tombstone on the header of this blog. He was only 35 years old when he died. He told me he was shot in the guts. I believe him, but Tom is skeptical. The Free Souls are a super cool MC (motorcycle club) but they were/are still dangerous af!!! He didn't make it very far in the Army - his tombstone reads, "PFC." That's Private First Class, very low on the totem pole. He must have gotten out, but honorably discharged because his rank is allowed on his stone. If dishonorably discharged, the military won't let that tombstone happen.

Rodolfo has also said his hand got mangled - perhaps that was the military discharge?!? I've mostly just seen his face and silhouette, so I haven't seen his mangled hand yet. Interesting to just put that together. Look! Neurons firing!! 😂 I think he's proud of me! Haha! He got his tequila today and its going pretty quick. His ritual this morning should have been longer.

I'll make it up to him when I do the Siphoning of the Earth with my Baston de Muerto! Rodolfo just loves it. Dunno why but I see a big grin. Probably because I developed this ritual move for and with him. Oh, and he loves this tool of mine, he says. "Baston de Muerto," means Dead Man's Staff, or Cane. Mine is the staff that you can see in all of Rodolfo's altar photos, on the right side, next to his vessel (bottle). Its a bit over 5' so its taller than me. I'm 4'9". But I wield it very well!

Trying not to jump topics. Its all muertos, right? Lol. My post about Palo brought me another muerto today. My dead Tata. He told me a lot. He tried to comfort me. He kind of did. He said to remember that he was a Palero on the fringes of the religion and wasn't accepted either. That was there was no doubt that I can do it, but my own way. Also that I would need to search Spanish Palo books. He reiterated that these other Paleros that I knew couldn't initiate me for a reason. I wasn't meant to be a branch on their trees. Ill fitting and possibly cheats, they are. He also said that I'm not meant for all of the Regla, just some. Weird, huh? Another muerto!

My opening is still going strong! Apparently I have more work to do? I truly had a change in fortune start this September. I did some ritual work...must have really turned the wheels. Well, good!

Hope this was interesting!

M.M. 💖💀💖

[doodlesdreaming]

Writing Idea: The other Horsemen learning Death lost a fiddling contest to some random human kid

(Anyone who has watched my darksiders streams will instantly get this joke. If not...well hope you enjoy anyway. XD)

There are a good handful of words that Strife would use to describe Death. 'Sarcastic', 'Cold', 'Jackass,' to name a few. 'Hoarder', on the other hand, not in a million years... until now,

"God damn...just how much stuff do you need!? Half of these is just junk."

The gunslinger tossed aside what looked to have been an angelic relic of some sort. But the piece was cracked nearly in two, rendering it useless. Grumbling, he continued to sort through a large, self made, pile of various gear and weaponry, much like his other siblings in several spots of Death's bone built abode. The sound of steel unsteathing from leather, turned his attention up to Fury admiring a katanta shaped sword.

"Not everything here is junk, Strife." Fury spoke with a smile curling on her lips. Her eyes, as bright as the rest of the Four, seem to gleam in the light of the blade in her hands, just as the hand of her eldest brother promptly snatched it from her grasp,

"None of it is junk." Death retorted, "And if you looked as fast as you move your mouth, Strife, we would be well on our way by now."

"It would REALLY help if you remembered where you put the damn thing to begin with!" Strife glared, temper ever so slightly beginning to boil.

"How did this mess even come to be anyhow?" War questioned as he joined the rest of his kin in the 'master bedroom' of the house, "Your home, empty as it is, is at most organized. But last I was here, there wasn't much to begin with."

"Vulgrim." Death explained, sighing in annoyance. "Apparently, after I was...indisposed, he dumped all my gear in my house. While keeping some of it to himself, as I've come to learn."

"Like Harvester..." War sneered, "I still wonder how he got his filthy hands on your scythe . Or what else he might be hiding in his void holes, like your golden fiddle, for instance. I do not see it among this horde."

"Woah woah woah, his what now?" Strife froze as he was setting aside a pair of boots to turn fully towards his little brother, "His...golden fiddle? You're joking, right? Death? With any sort of instrument?"

"I would not lie about this, brother." War told him, "I distinctly remember seeing a golden instrument hanging up on his wall when I was here during the Battle of the Abomination Vault. I meant to ask about it, Death, but I had forgotten about it after the fight. And now, it appears to be missing."

Death said nothing. He appeared frozen in place, bent over a set of gear. He slowly stood up, turning to face his siblings, with the most neutral face he could pull behind his bone mask, "I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about, War."

"I could've sworn..." War mused, beginning to wonder if maybe he had mis-remembered. It had been over several centuries ago.

"Did you so happen to lose it to some kid with musical talents that far surpassed your own?" Everyone glanced towards Fury, who leaned over a rather large set of armor, smirking up at her eldest like a cherisare cat,

"There so happens to be a popular tune the humans like to sing, of a devil who went to some place called Georgia, looking for souls when he came across a young fiddle player. The devil bet his golden fiddle that he could play better and lost." Fury curled her hands under her chin, smiling oh so sweet and innocent like, "Could perhaps that devil be you?"

The silence that filled the room was nearly deafening. War and Strife looked to Death to see what he would say, only to see the Pale Rider slowly cross his arms and turn to look away from his siblings' stares.

"That brat swore he wouldn't tell a soul..."

War and Fury fought to keep rising snickers in check, but Strife did not even try. He roared into infectious laughter that broke the other two. Growling,Death tossed a leather worn boot at Strife’s head. The White Rider promptly ducked and scrambled to flee as Death gave chase.

[royalsunshinehotel]

Dev-Verse Major Arcana

I am attempting to put together a Dev Patel tarot deck, for personal use. Here's what I've got so far:

0. The Fool - Deon Wilson (CHAPPIE, 2015)

I. The Magician - Samira (The Wedding Guest, 2018)

II. The High Priestess- Sue Brierly

III. The Empress - Sita (Monkey Man 2024)

IV. The Emperor- Wicker!Dev

V. The Hierophant - lady bertilak

VI. The Lovers - tildev front lawn

VII. The Chariot - Neal Sampat (The Newsroom)

VIII. Justice - the hijra (Monkey Man, 2024)

IX. The Hermit - young saroo

X. Wheel of Fortune - Joshua Madika (Modern Love)

XI. Strength - sonny

XII. The Hanged Man - Gawain (Green Knight, you know that one shot where he's getting his portrait done upside down, 2021)

XIII. Death - time to remember who you are

XIV. Temperance - Young Kid (Monkey Man, 2024, where he's in the woods with his Mom)

XV. The Devil - That one shot of "Kid" where he's about to beat Rana Singh to death with the glittery shoe. You know the one)

XVI. The Tower - kid

XVII. The Star - Anwar Kharral (Skins 2009)

XVIII. The Moon - Dr. Chatterjee (Henry Sugar, 2023)

XIX. The Sun - arjun

XX. Judgement - Jay Menha (The Wedding Guest, 2018 - right after he beats deepesh to death perhaps? blue shirt is a must)

XXI. The World - Monkey Man 2024 Mom, when she's in the woods with Kid)

[skylarkstarflower]

Working on the Biker Mice tarot deck

Pretty much got the major arcana sorted, still working on the pip cards. I'm going to share the major arcana for now, feel free to make suggestions if you think there's something more fitting for a particular card. Some are still maybe.

The Fool - Greasepit The Magician - Merlin (I love that he's a canon character in the show XD) The High Priestess - Harley The Empress - Charley The Emperor - Stoker The Hierophant - Modo's mama The Lovers - Darla and Hardrock The Chariot - The Cyclodrone Thunderpipe Strength - Modo The Hermit - Karbunkle The Wheel of Fortune - The Nubs ball diamond Justice - Four-By The Hanged Man - Manuelo? I've never been clear on the guy's name, but the dude they rescue from the Pit Boss in The Pits. Death - the zombie mobsters Temperance - Throttle The Devil - Lord Camenbert The Tower - Limburger Tower getting struck by lightning with Fred the Mutant falling out of it The Star - the Milky Way (maybe)

The Moon - Phobos and Deimos The Sun - the sun with Earth and Mars in the background (unless someone can think of a character who's pretty much a ray of sunshine from the show. I can't think of any off hand. XD) Judgment - the Tug Transformer (kinda want something better but it's not bad) The World - Earth with Mars in the background

[waytointothetarotsequence]

So we all know that one of the arcana was involved in the fall of the sun throne so here's my current thoughts:

First, either they have a way of hiding their involvement from Quinn, or Quinn isn't telling yet for Quinn reasons.

Now the arcana:

Death. Zurah is definitely not involved. She's too nice, and Quinn likes her. Her mother, however, is a possibility. Enough of a reason, and she'd take part. Her interactions during The Hourglass Throne with Rune and Brand were weird too.

Judgement. He wouldn't do an un sanctioned raid. Also, I don't get the vibe.

Justice. Definitely not, Lady Justice may not always like Rune, but she has too many morals to help. Also, Quinn.

Strength. I think Ashton would have had a different approach if him and his Dad were involved. He can be a dick to Rune, but I don't see the attack as his vibe.

Temperance. I just don't see any of the moral certainties being involved.

The Chariot. I don't think I know enough to have a vibe, but I think hints would have been dropped if it was him.

The Devil. He's definitely got some bad vibes. He could be involved, but he seems to have his own problems.

The Emperor. Dead, so very unlikely.

The Empress. It's possible, but I'm leaning more towards her and Queenie having a link.

The Fool. I don't think so, unless it is some prophetic long game, where the fall has to happen to cause Rune to become what he will.

The Hanged Man. He'd do it, but I think he would have used it against Rune in the second book, used it to mess him up during their final talk.

The Hermit. I think he has better things to do. He doesn't seem to be the type. He wants to be left alone.

The Hierophant. I just don't get the vibe it's him.

The High Priestess. I think she has strong morals and wouldn't be involved.

The Lovers. Their location makes them a possibility, along with the weird shit they were doing. From the interactions between her and Rune in the first book, though, I don't think she would. He court, however, might be involved.

The Magician. Ciaran definitely wasn't involved. The 'other' Magician, however, he seems possible and doesn't seem to like Rune. However, he'd need to get it past Ciaran, and that would be very hard.

The Moon. The fact she didn't react when one of their power block fell makes me suspicious.

The Star. The Anchorite is a strong possibility. We know he's a bad guy, and he's been discussed throughout. Also, old technology was used to communicate. Maybe that's how he keeps up to date from his prison. Also, what's with the tooth pick, is there some meaning behind that?

The Sun. Seems very unlikely.

The Tower. Definitely not.

The World. I don't know enough to form an opinion, which makes me think it's not, I think hints will have been dropped.

Time. I think she had some involvement, but definitely not the main bad, just involved in order to further her own plans and to arrange Runes personal hell.

Wheel of Fortune. From what I've heard about the next book and other parts KD Edward's posted, this seems very unlikely.

So overall, I'm still not sure. I bet I'll look back at this in a few books time and have very different opinions. I've read the first three and the eidolon a few times along with as much as I can find, including the extras on KD Edwards Google Drive and the extra content posts on Twitter.

[symphonic-scream]

oh and how does everyone swap? like we know sojiro is the fool, ryuji's the heirophant, tae is the hermit and joker's the judgement, but who's everyone else?

I can give you what I've got! No big descriptions on this to keep it short, but I'll list them all for ya. Some I'm still deciding, so you won't see em here. Like, Magician. I've got, some ideas? But none feel right

Fool - Sojiro

Councillor - Yuki Mishima

Priestess - Toranosuke

Empress - Ichiko

Emperor - Munehisa

Hierophant - Ryuji

Apostle - Sophia

Justice - Maruki

Lovers - Chihaya

Chariot - Sae

Hermit - Tae

Fortune - Yusuke

Hanged Man - Makoto

Death - Futaba

Temperance - Haru

Devil - Ann

Tower - Wakaba

Star - Shinya

Moon - Sadayo

Sun - Hifumi

Judgement - Akiren

Faith - Zenkichi

Goro and Sumire are gonna be in this. I don't know where. But. Still deciding a few lmao. EDIT; I FORFOT I HAD JUSTIXE PICKED KMAOOO SORRY

[lunafool]

you know those little arcana messages that appear in the persona menu? i thought they were really cool, so i've been writing them down as i get new ones and i finally got them all! throwing them under the cut~

fool - dawn of a new tale

magician - to do is to be

priestess - pierce the veil

empress - the future starts today

emperor - the die is cast

hierophant - do unto others

lovers - embrace your freedom

chariot - knock 'em dead

justice - vanquish evil

hermit - who am i?

fortune - carpe diem

strength - forgiveness is divine

hanged man - now or never

death - end of the world

temperance - que sera, sera

devil - know the devil inside

tower - penance or pretense?

star - trust in yourself

moon - a long shadow cast

sun - your life is your own

judgment - the comedy is over

aeon - freedom to choose

i don't think there'll be one for world/universe, obviously, but if it pops up i'll come back and add it in uvu

[donfadrique]

For the fanfic ask meme: J, M, Z :-)

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

Hehe, it was in the Zorro fandom for the first  time that I wrote an alternate ending to my fanfic :) A reader asked me 'what would happen if...'—and I wrote an alternate ending. But if the original fanfic, my main Zorro fanfic, 'The Curse of Monterrey', is supposed to be long (it's in progress), then 'The Whip' is short. In fact, this is an etude. I'm very happy when readers understand why I wrote this whipping scene without sex, why Zorro lost his temper—I always liked to read (and write) psychology genre (and liked passion, emotions). And in the original, this little fanfic is written in a rather poetic style, I usually don’t write like that now.

And I think this is not the first such experiment ;)

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I'm not sure I've understood the question correctly, so please correct me if I'm saying something wrong. If I'm not mistaken, I should talk about my stories/drafts/ideas that I don't write now because I write Zorro fanfics.

So, I have 4 long unfinished stories, three original ones (the first one is partly inspired by the Hornblower TV series, but it mostly about our time and the time of William Shakespeare, the second tells about the events of the Napoleonic wars in France, Europe and the Russian Empire, and the third, in the genre of mystical realism, at the beginning is similar to  'Dangerous Summer' by Hemingway, that is, in its first part there is a lot about bullfighting, but this story goes back to the time of the plague pandemic in Italy in the 14th century, and I was inspired by the French fairy tale 'The Raven King' for my major character) and one AU-crossover (Mikhail Bulgakov's novel 'The Master and Margarita' about an alternative image of the devil + the film 'Van Helsing' with Hugh Jackman + angels, demons, gods, historical figures).

I also have plots for the story about America in 1931 (mafia, arms trade, love triangle), the post-apocalyptic one a bit in the style of Stephen King's 'Dark Tower' and the plot of AU fanfic about Vlad Dracula, in which all parts of the franchise, including Van Helsing (2004) are mixed.

Oh, and I also have an unfinished fantasy story that is a gift to a friend of mine, but I have not published it anywhere *facepalm*

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

Yes, I definitely read about it and one of my major characters will die when I finish my original historical novel. (When I wrote short stories or fan stories in medium size, I always had only one story in progress and I always finished it. But when I began to write long stories... :)

For now I can't tolerate the death of Captain Monastario, perhaps :) And Diego's death too, of course.

[elshells]

10 Songs Tag

Thank you @sam-glade and @writernopal for the tags!

Rules: Put on your favorite playlist on shuffle and share the first 10 songs that come up - let us get to know you! Bonus, tag them for any characters they apply to from your WIPs!

Unfortunately, I don't use Spotify all that regularly (can't afford a subscription), so I opted to use my YouTube playlist instead. Please forgive me.

Tagging @e-klair, @moonluringfrost, @talesfromaurea, and anyone else who wishes to participate!

Let me know if you know or enjoy any of these songs! I've found that I have a bit of an acquired taste in music and talking so openly about it always makes me a lil' nervous. Let me know if you happen to listen to anything new, too!

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish (covered by The Interrupters) -A god-tier cover, especially when paired with a fight scene (as seen in The Umbrella Academy). Reminds me specifically of Janus and Bellona from Agent Ace.

And So It Went - The Pretty Reckless -Embodies the darker, more chaotic side of Harmont and its vigilantes.

Playground - Bea Miller -Same as #2.

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Set It Off -A banger of a theme for a morally grey character or villain. Once again, I think of Janus and Bellona when I listen to this song.

Break In - Halestorm ft. Amy Lee -A love song for Harley and Jade and one of the only songs that has made me cry. I got to see this performed live and it almost destroyed me

Hate - Plush -Helps me channel and write a character's anger. This is a song for Sophia, who's always a bit short-tempered with constant repressed rage.

Haunted and Unwanted - NateWantsToBattle -Makes me think of certain characters from Harmont Heroes who are made to be victims or products of an unkind environment. Also, the beat slaps.

Paint It Black - Netflix's Wednesday -Reminds me of a character in Harmont Heroes who has yet to be introduced. Also good background music to write to at any given time, since there are no lyrics and the cello sounds lovely!

Sober - Plush -Something I like to listen to whenever I write about a character hitting rock bottom, or any significantly heavy scene involving death, grief, etc. Have made myself ugly sob before with all the feelings.

Phantom - Give Heart Records -Another great song for a villain, especially in the context of the 'deal with the devil' trope, which I am hopelessly in love with. Multiple characters come to mind with this one (can you tell I love my villains?)

[6-and-7]

Right, I've been thinking about this way too much, and I've got too much going on to actually *design* these characters (I repeat this to myself like a mantra) so here are my most concrete concepts.

The Fool is our main character, some kind of hapless everyman who gets into scrapes. His twin sister is The World, the honors-student valedictorian-to-be.

The Magician is an overworked former gifted kid who is in every extracurricular. She's constantly skating on the edge of burnout, and presumably there's going to be one episode where she finally has a breakdown and goes to smoke weed behind the bleachers with the Hanged Man.

The Hermit is an introverted literature nerd who is allergic to sunlight and writes a lot of poetry. Strength is a cheerful, outgoing jock. They are boyfriends. Also, the lion's name is Kitty and he has a little jinglebell collar.

The Hierophant is the principal (very strict, but comically incompetent). The Chariot is the gym teacher/coach for all the sports, but also the bus driver. The Tower is the school itself, but the school's will manifests itself through the janitor.

The High Priestess is the Hierophant's rebellious goth daughter, who mostly hangs out with Death, but also has an on-again off-again relationship with the Devil.

The Star, the Moon, and the Sun are all siblings. I think Star is the oldest and Sun is definitely the youngest, possibly too young to even attend Rider-Waite High.

Emperor and Empress are respectively the football captain and head cheerleader, respectively. Strength and one of the Lovers are also on the football team. The other of the Lovers and Judgement are on the cheer squad.

Justice is an activist. Temperance is probably just really boring (sorry Temperance, but I have no idea how to make you work in an animated high school comedy). Wheel of Fortune? Also no idea, but they're probably constantly flipping a coin.

Clone High style animated sitcom, except it's about those fuckers on the tarot cards. Strength still has the lion.

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Don't mind me, doing some thinking.

So I've got:

Sam - The Hanged Man Izzy - Death Baz - The Magician (obv) Casey - The Moon... I think. Could also be The Devil. Triss - Temperance Katie - The Star Sheena - The Sun Alex - The Chariot And Romero - The World

I've already finished and posted the pic but tbh I'm still not certain about The Hanged Man as a choice for Sam -_-

I might also do a second pic for Izzy for Judgement.

Maybe. We'll see.