#the arcana hanged man x reader

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【ＧＲＡＰＨＩＣ　 ＮＯＶＥＬＳ】

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙰

Muriel

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝑀𝓊����𝒾𝑒𝓁[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

Julian Devorak

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒥𝓊𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒟𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓀[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, AMAB!GN!Reader]

Asra

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

The Magician

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

The Hanged Man

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚈 𝙼𝙴! 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴

Lucifer

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, Incest]

Mammon

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝑀𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, Threesome, slight Incest, Poly] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

Beelzebub

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Belphegor

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Diavolo

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Barbatos

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Simeon

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Solomon

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

【Ｂａｃｋ　ｔｏ　Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔｓ】

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hey! Luv ur fics pls keep writing!!! Its so good. Can we get a fic of Reneé X Billie X Reader at q masquerade ball bc halloween and they have to fins each other while masked, and kiss by midnight?

When they finally find each other the three are a bit drunk and things heat up? Pls? Thx

Halloween Masquerade

|| Billie Eilish x Reneé Rapp x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; slightly based on the Arcana masquerade, make out session at the end, all of them get drunk, Taylor Swift makes a small appearance

|| Summary; when reader and the girls are invited to a masquerade, they're told the catch of the party. Things get a little more interesting.

Requests open!

Started; october 30th

Finished; october 30th

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Halloween night. Probably one of your favourite nights of the year. It was the perfect excuse to dress up and enjoy all things spooky. Who wouldn't love that? You and your girlfriends got invited to a Halloween masquerade party and you were all for it. The three of you dressed in outfits that matched and that were lined with sparkly gems around the rims. They were absolutely stunning. Before leaving, you guys made sure to do some pregaming then called an uber.

To say the uber was shocked when she realized Billie Eilish and Reneé Rapp were in her car would be understatement. She tried to keep it cool, though she did ask for pictures at the end of the ride which was fine by your girls.

When you arrived at the front door, there was a bouncer who checked your IDs and another man who seemed to be in charge of the details. He told you guys the catch of the masquerade dance. "Couples have to lose each other, then try to find each other again to kiss by midnight." The three of you exchanged glances. That actually sounded pretty hype and you were excited. Putting on your masks, you all headed in and went your separate ways. You went and got yourself a drink, taking some sips before headed elsewhere in the party. Going deep into the party. There were so many different rooms, all with different things to try. One room was entirely filled with bubbles which you thought was pretty neat.

Reneé went left of the direction you did, finding the snack table and picking up some chocolate fudge. She took a bite, the flavours hitting her tongue. She could definitely taste the rich and elite vibes of the party. She then took a look around, wondering what room to explore first. There were so many different options that she hardly knew where to start. Reneé headed further in, passing by a room that was filled with cats. She backtracked and peeked her head in; deciding that this was where she wanted to hang out. At least for a bit until you all had to look for each other.

As for Billie, she went to the right of where you did. Finding herself at a chocolate fountain. Beside it was a bowl of strawberries and another bowl with skewers. She took a skewer and placed a few strawberries on top before running it under one of the chocolate waterfall layers. Being careful not to drip, Billie pulled it out of the fountain and took a bite. Moaning a little at the taste. That was a damn good chocolate fountain. Billie headed further into the party, taking the rest of her chocolate covered strawberries with her. She looked around at all the rooms and ended up coming across one that was designed into a mirror maze. Billie headed in, thinking it would be a good way to kill some time as she took a bite out of one of the strawberries.

An hour or so passed and it was getting closer to midnight, you sent a text to the group chat. Saying that they should start looking for each other. Your girlfriends agreed and all of you left the rooms you were in. Finding your way through the crowds. There was one point where you and Billie passed each other, but had absolutely no idea. Having been separated by a few people.

Reneé was in the entirely wrong section of the party. She couldn't have been further away if she tried. The blonde honestly had no idea where to even begin looking for the both of you. Reneé took a breath and just headed in a random direction, hoping and praying for the best.

It took almost twenty minutes before you spotted Reneé. Her blonde hair glowing in the soft candlelight of the room she was in. You'd recognize her anywhere just by her hair alone. "Reneé!!" You called out, unsure if she even heard you over the loud music; which was playing 'Monster Mash'. She didn't hear you, so you pushed your way through the crowd and came over to her. Reneé immediately smiled upon seeing you, pulling you closer to her once you were in arms reach. Your body was flush against hers as she kissed you. Your lips moving in sync against each other's.

"I found a cat room," Reneé told you as the kiss broke, your eyes practically lit up at the thought of cats being here.

"Really?!" She laughed at your reaction and nodded.

"Come on, let's find Bils then I'll show it to you." Reneé took your hand, leading you through the crowds as the two of you tried to find your other girlfriend. Looking for the matching masquerade outfit. Another ten minutes pass before you guys find Billie by the drinks. She had passed by it while looking for you and decided to get herself one. When she saw the two of you, she smiled and walked over.

"Hey! There you are," Billie gave each of you a long kiss. Then you checked the time. It was 11;56pm. You found each other with 4 minutes to spare.

"I was just telling Y/N/N that there's a cat room. Wanna come see it?" Reneé asked Billie. Billie looked to you and saw how you were bouncing on your heels in excitement. How could she saw no to that?

"Yeah, alright." Billie nodded.

"Yay!" You threw your hands into the air and took off at a run, only to remember you had no idea where it even was. You skidded yourself to a stop, accidentally bumping into some tall blonde girl." Sorry-" You apologized a bit sheepishly.

She smiled down at you with a smile," it's alright. Enjoy your night," She told you- wait- why did she sound like Taylor Swift? You stared at her for a long moment trying to decide if you were just crazy. She did look a little like Taylor under the mask... but you didn't want to pry. Besides, you had cats to see! You looked back at Reneé and Billie who were following you and trying not to laugh. They couldn't get over how adorable you were sometimes.

"You too!" You told the tall lady before catching up with your girls, Reneé lead the three of you to the cat room. It took a bit since she couldn't fully remember where it was but you eventually got there. You spent a good half an hour playing with cats in your not so sober state. Billie took some pictures of the three of you, then when you were done you all went to get some more drinks.

Half way through your third drink, you looked at your girls with a sheepish grin. A grin that they all too well. They exchanges glances and matched your grin, Billie took your hand and pulled you to a private spot with Reneé following. When you got there, Billie kissed you deep. She pushed herself flush against your chest. While Billie was against your front, Reneé went up against your back. Holding you close against her as her lips trailed along your neck. You moaned into the kiss, Reneé's lips on your neck only serving to make things feel more intense. Plus with the alcohol in your system, your sensitivity was through the roof.

Billie broke the kiss and her lips went to the other side of your neck. Reneé's hand came up and tilted your chin to look at her before her lips were on yours. Kissing you deep as her tongue slipped in and danced around your own.

You weren't sure how much time you spent making out with your girlfriends but you hardly cared. You were drunk, all you wanted was them and all they wanted was you.

[silkmoon777]

Dove | Simon "Ghost" Riley

A/N: Hello lovely people, I have a backlog of short stories written for things like Avatar: The Way of Water, MWII, Stranger Things, The Arcana, Outer Banks, and many more that I have never posted and keep to myself. I'm talking hundreds of pages worth of fluff, angst and eventual smut - you've got to get through some plot first, though. HOWEVER, if anyone likes my writing and wants to task me with stuff to write, like straight smut, I'm all ears. Anyway, if anyone is interested in reading stuff I could potentially post, here is a snippet for a little Call of Duty fic.

Synopsis: You're to play the materialistic wife of a rich, well-connected husband during an undercover mission. You're to-be husband is a temporary recruit of the 141, who is to supervise your every move. While getting ready, you have a surprising interaction with your Lieutenant, Ghost, who you swear has made it his mission to treat you like a stranger day after day. Until now.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Contains: pretty much nothing of importance, just Ghost being as unreadable as ever, causing reader to have their mind blown by the smallest of crumbs

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I look in the mirror at the woman who is supposed to be Lyanna Winstead. She’s the partner of Dario Winstead, son of a wealthy businessman. Everything about Lyanna is a carbon copy of myself. Her smile, her hair, her figure, her voice. Only, she presents herself in a way I haven’t in a long time.

Gone is the tactical gear and camouflage colours. Instead, she wears the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. The outline of the dress is simple yet captivating to suits the old Hollywood theme. Silver cascades down her body, creating the illusion of a mercury waterfall. The sweetheart neckline and thin straps compliment her full breasts and soft arms. Adorning the bodice are glistening silver designs that remind me of old, swirling boarders on French mirrors. The designs fall away, melting into plain silver threads that fall to the floor and pool at her feet. The dress hugs her body like a second skin, only melting away at her knees. The silhouette fit her hourglass figure well.

The silver jewellery she wears is modest so as not to take away from the dress’s magnificence. On her neck is a dainty Vivienne Westwood necklace, the inner planet of the pendant a pearl. Matching dangling earrings hang from her lower lobe piercing. The rest of her ear piercings are small diamond studs and silver hoops. One wrist displays a thin diamond tennis bracelet and a Van Cleef one with emerald clovers. On the other is the only ode to myself: the evil eye bracelet I never take off. The thin silver chain and bejewelled eye thankfully blend into the rest of the accessories. Small rings cover her fingers, few in number and easily ignorable. The bands are thin and any jewels are small and clear. However, one stands out; a breathtaking sight on her left index finger.

Glittery diamonds cover the band, giving way to a large, circular moonstone. Rainbow shimmer comes to life in the milky stone when the light hits it just right. Separating the band and the centrepiece are two small flowers with diamond centres. Two separate rings sit beneath and below the main one, shaped in V’s to follow the curve. At each point are flowers similar the the others, with curved leaves flowing from the petals. All three are gold, contrasting against the silver to make a statement.

I’m not just looking back at Dario’s partner. I’m looking at his wife.

I’m Will’s wife. 

Fake wife, really. I nearly shake my head in wonder. I still look like myself, but everything about this makes me feel like I’m wearing a second skin. Lyanna’s skin. Every so often I stare at the ring in amazement. If anyone ever proposes to me, I would hope for nothing less than the magnificent that is this ring. All that adorns my body is courtesy of Will. Unbeknownst to me before this mission, he’s filthy rich, and a filthy rich man needs a filthy rich wife. All the designer jewellery, the dress, the shoes, and the engagement ring are authentic and top dollar.

After the last touch-ups of make-up, fragrances, and hair, I’m making my way to the courtyard. I’m to have one last briefing and run over of the plan before getting in Will’s blacked-out Corvette. I have to give it to him: he really knows how to pull off a lavish life with style.

Already am I wishing to rip off the damn stilettos on my feet. While I could live in the dress and jewellery, this is the one day a year I’m willing to wear heels.

The air is cool, the last golden light of day painting the courtyard and walls of Alejandro’s HQ in a luminescent glow. A low rumble fills the air from my 'husband’s car. Will leans against it, speaking with the 141. Ghost lingers back by the front door, arms folded and back leaning against a pillar. Weaving between his fingers with precision is a small dagger. His head turns at the sound of approaching heels.

“Was starting to think you were a no show,” he says gruffly.

I stop beside him to adjust my dress. It doesn’t really need adjust, but suddenly being subjected to his gaze makes me anxious. “Told you it would take a while. Gotta look the part.”

The way his eyes travel over my body almost makes me shrink away. Every curve is on full display. The tight bodice holds up my already full breasts, and somehow my waist-to-hip ratio is even more accentuated. Wearing my uniform doesn’t exactly hide my figure thanks to the tight shirts and cargo pants that aren’t exactly loose from my mid-thigh up. However, a lot of me is lost beneath the vests and belts.

“Stop...inspecting me, or whatever you're doing,” I mumble. “Makes me think I need to fix something.”

I begin taking the skirts in my hand as I survey my descent. It’s not too much, but the steps are steep enough to be an issue. The heels on my feet are no help.

Ghost shakes his head. “Don’t. You look…”

“Important?”

“Pretty.”

I stop in my tracks to look back at him, unsure if I heard him correctly. He doesn’t look away or seem embarrassed to have said so. Then again, when does he ever. No-nonsense and prideful in his emotionless character, Ghost is not one to regret his words. Everything he says is a calculated move. Compliments are certainly something to be calculated in a sense, but I don't think of it to be a compliment, even when a small part of me screams for more. I'm playing my part well; there'd be a problem if I wasn't looking pretty. A slow smile quirks at my lips, teasing in nature as I raise my brows. The teasing turns to surprise, however, when he offers me his arm.

“How chivalrous,” I quip as I lightly take his offered arm. Even the slightest contact sends thrills beneath my skin. “Careful, Lieutenant. I might start to think you actually like me.”

Ghost’s eyes train on the ground. At first, I wonder if he doesn’t want to meet my eyes, only then to realise he’s watching my footing. I barely catch a glimpse of his squint.

“I like you in one piece,” he corrects. “This job will be over the second you sprain your ankle on a flight of stairs.”

I hum. “Ahh, there it is.”

He looks up at me then. “There’s what?”

“Thinking about the job, as always.”

As always, I keep my tone light and teasing, but there's an accusing hint. A subtle jab I let slip that I pray goes unnoticed.

There's no room for emotions in this job, and though I've compromised that with the rest of the 141, Ghost is a difficult case. An impossible riddle, a mind-numbing equation with no real answer. Nothing about him should be likeable. He's painfully honest and dismissive when he bothers to speak, he's angry half the time, his attention is never lingering and his mind is an impenetrable fortress. It would make more sense to give in to Alejandro's shameless flirting or Gaz's sleazy grins. Only, it's Ghost that keeps me up at night. It's Ghost, who sends a pang through my chest when he reminds me any care is from pure investment in performance. I'm useful, nothing more.

I can count on one hand the number of times he's thrown me small morsels of care as if I were a stray dog whining and begging for food. Even then, I wouldn't have made it past three fingers. A greedy piece of me spins those memories into something that serves my desire. See, he's returning your interest, that hopeful voice purrs in my ear while feeding me botched versions of what really happened. I know better than to give in to the delusions. The ending of those memories is what sobers me, and it's no different now. I need you in shape for tomorrow. Keep your head in the game. I'm just making sure this isn't interrupting the job. He's always quick to redirect any concern from me to the job.

Maybe, just maybe...what if he was trying to save face? Does he not want to care?

Ghost remains silent for a moment. In consideration or because he doesn’t care to answer, I can’t tell. But when he does answer, his voice has my full attention. It’s low and rough, each syllable laced with something intoxicating. Something I've never heard before and never thought I would hear. Something I want to hear again and again.

“You have no idea what I think about, dove.”

Dove.

The response catches me so off guard I almost forget to take another step. We’ve reached the bottom of the steps, now. The second both my feet are on the flat expanse of the concrete driveway, he breaks away from our linked arms. There is no follow-up, no hint of a miscommunication, not even a look in my direction before he's gone from my side. All I can do is hesitantly trail behind him, lost in my thoughts.

Ghost has never given me a nickname before. Hell, he barely refers to me as anything other than my callsign. When I do hear my real name, it's never for good reasons.

The nickname that pours from his lips comes in a deep voice curled into a sensual tone, sounding like silk-covered marble, low and intended for my ears only. It's strangely intimate—something a lover would purr with lustful eyes and a seeking touch. Somehow it seems to invoke a phantom touch that glides across my skin. Gooseflesh puckers in its chilling wake. In the span of only a few seconds, I seem to experience every emotion humanly possible. Shock, surprise, a sickening, perverse enjoyment...and irritation that I must now join the rest of the team as if a mind-numbing heat was not boiling in the pits of my stomach

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I'll get the formatting of posting these to be prettier btw I promise 🙏🙏 But anyway just interact with this or tell me directly if you want more.

[nmakii]

The Major Arcana - Decide your fate

hi everyone!!! i decided to host a writing prompt based on the major arcana.

pick a card based on the definitions. each upright and reversed has 2 adjectives :)

decide whether you’d want it upright or reversed (either fluff or angst).

following, please feel free to add a specific prompt!

not to mention, adding the specific character. An example of such a request would be

“hii, can i get alastor with the high priestess reversed? maybe smt ab reader resenting him for his mysteriousness”

0 - The Fool

new horizons, willingness to take risks; naivety, foolishness

I - The Magician

boldness, manifestation of one’s desires; mystery, lack of confidence

II - The High Priestess

openess, imperceptible changes; guardedness, resentment

III - The Empress

nurturing, a new family; controlling, smothering

IV - The Emperor

dominating, disciplined; competitiveness, overbearing

V - The Hierophant

safety, conventionality; dullness, lack of excitement

VI - The Lovers

balance, commitment; coldness, unresolved issues

VII - The Chariot

courage, drive to succeed; forgotten aspirations, overwhelming desire for love

VIII - Strength

passion, fiery romances; power, an inability to let go

IX - The Hermit

insecurity, alone time; building a strong relationship, connection

X - Wheel of Fortune

unforeseen changes, sacrifice; problems in paradise, acceptance

XI - Justice

laws of causality, compromise; unfairness, a reality check

XII - The Hanged Man

new perspectives, patience; decisiveness, balanced needs

XIII - Death

lack of change, stagnant relationships; dependance, fear of loneliness

XIV - Temperance

moderation, understanding; intensity, forced love

XV - The Devil

temptation, selfishness; breaking free, freedom

XVI - The Tower

crumbling foundations, unhappiness; leaving a relationship, resentment

XVII - The Star

healing, communication; doubt, loss of faith

XVIII - The Moon

misunderstanding, clouded judgement; maliciousness, deception

XIX - The Sun

warmth, fulfillment; drifting apart, rekindled romance

XX - Judgement

self-reflection, openness; unhappiness, unfulfillment

XXI - The World

deep fulfillment, gratitude; complacency, lack of enthusiasm

[violettduchess]

A/N: A little fic inspired by @vioisgoinginsane and her delightful Cyran in Pyjamas art

Cyran x Reader

WC: 638

Head librarian of the royal palace is a job that suits you to a tee, but it comes with long hours, especially when arranging the procurement of foreign titles. By the time you are done with all your correspondences, first to the librarian in Jade and then the royal library of Tanzanite, the moon is hanging high in the inky black sky, a perfect crescent of silvery light. You hurry, feet whispering over the tiled floor of the palace, then crunching over the straw and grass along the path to the armory and then scuffling over the coarse gray stone of the armory steps. 

Above the collection of toothy weaponry is Cyran's bedroom: your destination on this warm, breezy night.

The oaken door, scarred and worn, opens on silent, well-oiled hinges. Cyran takes care of his things. One of the many admirable qualities about the Obsidian soldier that made you stumble and then fall for him. 

"Cyran?" 

You step into the room, lit only by the amber glow of the oil lamps. Your eyes need a moment to adjust before you spot him.

He's asleep at his desk, his check pillowed by strong forearms. Around him papers are neatly stacked. Quill and inkwell tidied away. Everything is ordered and structured, except…..

You smile softly. His hair falls messily across his forehead, a curtain of red, deeper than the blaze of the blacksmith's forge. It is the red of the sky on the tipping point of night. The dark crimson of the Scarlatta rose, whose petals have been singed by loving kisses of darkness.

You cross the creaky wooden floor as quietly as you can, soaking in the sight of the man who never shows exhaustion, who handles every challenge, from Clavis's wild whims to military training maneuvers, with a stoic sense of pride. Your touch is gentle, trailing the back of your fingers across his cheek, rough with several days worth of russet stubble. 

The caress reaches him beyond the place where sleep reigns, his mind breaking from the soft cocoon it has woven around him. He stirs, his dark eyes blinking away the last strands of dreaming that cling to his consciousness like cobwebs.

"You're back," he murmurs in a voice sandpaper-rough with sleep. 

"Mm hmm." His hair is one of the most luxurious textures you've ever touched. Soft and fine as spun silk. It flows through your fingers like water over stone. "Come on, Red. Bedtime."

He grumbles as you lean forward, taking his strong hands in yours and urging him up and away from his desk. It's only when he's standing you notice he's already changed for bed.

Running a hand down the soft linen of his sleep shirt, you raise your gaze, your smile curved with curiosity, soft with affection.

"If you already changed, why didn't you get in bed?" You know how long his day was, stretching from the early rosy-fingers of dawn brushing the sky until the first diamond-edged star cut its way through the dark sheet of night.

He yawns, his words slow and honey-thick with sleepiness.

"I didn't want to fall asleep without you so I went to my desk…." He yawns again and your heart feels like it might burst with the swell of affection that floods it. He went to his desk to stay awake, to wait for you.

Gently you lead him to bed where he falls back onto his pillow with a heavy thump. His eyes are already closing as you pull the thin woolen blanket up over his broad chest.

"You're coming?" His voice is foggy with another yawn.

You lean down, anointing his forehead with a petal-soft kiss.

"I'll be right there, my love." Your smile is lambent with affection as you drink in the sight of him, this wonderful man who shelters your heart so tenderly in his calloused hands. "I'll be right there."

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-writer @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @aria-chikage @redheadkittys @tele86 @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @rhodoliteschaos @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @queen-dahlia @aceuuuuu @scorchieart @bubblexly

[ataraxiaspainting]

500 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 － 𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽

dean cornwell, the other side, 1918

-> aya here - i just wanted to let you all know that i am so, so thankful for you all, and that the support is still strong despite the two-month long hiatus. my gratitude will be never ending, for this community has prevented me from fully burning out this whole time. once again, thank you all so much! ♡︎

achille beltrame, fanciulla con lillà

-> how the event works...

the tarot card event will be telling the fortunes of jujutsu kaisen, hunter x hunter, genshin impact, honkai: star rail, and twisted wonderland characters until august 27th. please do not request anything beyond this date, because our teller would have left by then.

this is an x reader event, and not a character x character event. no exceptions will be made. requests must also follow my rules.

all characters will be written sfw only, but requests with mentions/implications of such will still be accepted. no character with not sfw implications that is below the age of 18 will be written.

you can choose up to three cards and a mandatory other type of card with the fortunes of a maximum of three characters, separate or otherwise.

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-> potential characters...

jujutsu kaisen - gojo satoru, geto suguru, mahito, sukuna ryomen, nanami kento, mei mei, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, toji fushiguro

hunter x hunter - chrollo lucilfer, nobunaga hazama, feitan portor, machi komacine, hisoka morrow, phinks magcub, shalnark, franklin bordeau, shizuku murasaki, pakunoda, bonolenov, uvogin, kurapika, illumi zoldyck, pariston hill

genshin impact - scaramouche/wanderer, zhongli, albedo, xiao, eula, raiden shogun, kazuha, childe, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, diluc, kaeya, kamisato ayato, arlecchino, columbina, capitano, dottore, pantalone, beidou

honkai: star rail - kafka, blade, dan heng/imbibitor lunae, aventurine, dr. ratio, jing yuan, sunday, black swan, topaz, jade, ruan mei, serval, boothill, argenti

twisted wonderland - malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge, leona kingscholar, jade leech, floyd leech, azul ashengrotto, riddle rosehearts, jamil viper, vil schoenheit, rook hunt, rollo flamm, idia shroud, kalim al-asim, silver, sebek zigvolt, neige leblanche, che'nya, ace trappola, deuce spade, cater diamond, trey clover, ruggie bucchi, jack howl, epel felmier

꧁♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎꧂

-> the major arcana - upright

non-yandere

-> the fool - a pillar of order falls for a reader who is free spirited.

-> the magician - your dear partner makes something special with you (or for you).

-> the high priestess - you repress your feelings for someone you have had a crush on for months, or even years.

-> the empress - you host a picnic or some other nature activity.

-> the emperor - your child and your partner bond as you pretend to not notice.

-> the hierophant - your partner, who comes from a traditional family, refuses to find someone else to please them.

-> the lovers - a day in the life of you and your partner doing housework together.

-> the chariot - you and your partner attempt to have healthier habits and encourage each other.

-> strength - someone stops you from being harassed.

-> the hermit - they dream of you.

-> the wheel of fortune - your relationship goes to the next level.

-> justice - you make up after an argument.

-> the hanged man - they leave work early to comfort you.

-> death - you two move in together.

-> temperance - you meet in the middle for a date idea.

-> the devil - your friend convinces you to not get back with your ex.

-> the tower - a rumor spreads about you, but your partner ends it.

-> the star - you both open up about your insecurities.

-> the moon - a nighttime routine.

-> the sun - you go out for your first-year anniversary.

-> judgement - you comfort them after someone says that you're too good for them.

-> the world - play wrestling.

-> the major arcana - reversed

yandere

-> the fool - naive reader.

-> the magician - drugging.

-> the high priestess - your kidnapper isn't the best at expressing their feelings.

-> the empress - they smother you so much you do not know right from wrong anymore.

-> the emperor - your stalker has blackmail on you.

-> the hierophant - you refuse to conform, until your kidnapper snaps.

-> the lovers - a wedding is supposed to be a happy day for all, but you only cry.

-> the chariot - there is knocking on your bedroom window, and a voice telling you to let them in.

-> strength - they are convinced you feel your worst when you are not with them.

-> the hermit - after being put in a white room for quite some time, you are back to how they want you to be.

-> the wheel of fortune - you wake to warm sheets, cold sweat, and familiar blood on the mattress. your period is back, but your captor has no idea... or so you think.

-> justice - shadows of the past are doomed to resurface sometime or another. it is up to them to push them back into the desolate earth.

-> the hanged man - they keep telling you that they will take you outside tomorrow.

-> death - the only place they take you regularly is their self-made cemetery.

-> temperance - they attempt to see things your way.

-> the devil - they can buy your worth in gold but choose to steal you anyway.

-> the tower - everyone in this event is dead... aside from you and them.

-> the star - after much work, you are brought back from the dead.

-> the moon - they watch you sleep.

-> the sun - your captor decides to do something special to celebrate your birthday.

-> judgement - someone figures out where you are and attempts to save you.

-> the world - you successfully escape, only to come face to face with unfortunate familiarity years later.

꧁✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀꧂

-> other types of cards

type of writing

-> suit of wands - a fanfic with a minimum of 1k words.

-> suit of cups - a short story/concept with a word count between 300 and 1k.

-> suit of swords - headcanons with a maximum of ten to fifteen bullets per character.

-> suit of pentacles - an AU request. the suit of pentacles is a special case, so another type of card has to be chosen along with it. please also specify the AU you want.

꧁♔♕♔♕♔♕♔♕♔♕꧂

-> examples of requests include...

sunday, major arcana - reversed, death, the devil, the hanged man, suit of wands. gojo satoru, major arcana - upright, the magician, the empress, suit of cups. chrollo lucilfer, major arcana - reversed, the devil, the emperor, the wheel of fortune, suit of pentacles with demon chrollo, suit of wands. lilia vanrouge, major arcana - reversed, the empress, the moon, suit of swords. eula, major arcana - upright, the tower, suit of cups.

[another-lost-mc]

Hello! Sorry to bother and I hope you have a good day.

Please do not feel pressured to answer this ask, but could I maybe get some SFW Alpheratz crumbs? You can write about anything you want, but maybe taking a nap with and cuddling him? Feel free to write about anything SFW tho. I'd be happy with any content, the only limitation is that it has to be gender-neutral.

I'm also so glad to have found a blog that knows about Arcana Twilight because I feel like I've been going insane while hoping the game becomes more popular. Again, hope you have a good day and I'm so happy that there are other people who enjoy this wonderful game.

I am so hyped to write for AT! I've been in a big Alpheratz mood lately too. I just want to have a nap with that bear of a man.

ALPHERATZ x gn!Reader 0.5k words | SFW | Fluff A/N: Inspired by the call "A Newly Opened Restaurant."

It’s dusk when you and Alpheratz walk hand-in-hand back to Contell Academy. It’s a lazy stroll through the quiet streets of town, and Alpheratz drapes his jacket over your shoulders to keep you warm from the cool breeze.

He invited you to the new restaurant that specializes in northern boundary cuisine. You were impressed with its delicious fare, all wonderfully grilled over open flames and farm-fresh. He insisted you order whatever you like, and he offered you food from his own plate for you to try. You’re pleasantly full from delicious food, bubbly fruit wine, and the dark chocolate mousse cake you both shared for dessert.

He wraps his arm around your waist and invites you to lean against him as he escorts you back to school. It’s too tempting to resist, and you wrap an arm around his waist too. When you glance at him, his lips are ticked up in a satisfied smile.

You pass the time with quiet conversation and comfortable silence. You feel so sleepy even though it’s still hours before your usual bedtime. Alpheratz chuckles when you tell him you’re resisting the urge to fall into a food coma.

You’ve almost arrived at your room when Alpheratz’s Stella Tab pings with a message. You can tell by his frown that it’s not good news.

“Spica wants me on a late train tonight,” he grumbles, not even pretending to hide his disappointment. “I won’t be able to stay tonight after all.”

Despite that, he follows you into your room when you invite him inside. You hang his jacket over the back of a chair so it doesn’t get too wrinkled, and you sit on the edge of your bed.

“I might have a nap before I start my homework,” you admit sheepishly when you lay down, not even bothering to undress. You're too tired to care. “Do you want to stay until I fall asleep?”

He’s already toeing off his shoes and crawling onto the bed behind you. “Of course,” he murmurs quietly when he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you against his chest. He knows he can’t stay long, but he’ll never pass up an opportunity to cuddle with you like this. He hides a grin against your shoulder when he hears you snore quietly in your sleep.

He doesn't sleep at all - he can rest later on the train. He focuses on the soft noises you make in your sleep, and the way you instinctively cuddle closer to him. His heart feels so full when he's with you.

When he can't delay any longer, he slips from your bed and pulls the covers over you; he doesn't want you to get chilly without him to help keep you warm. He heads to his own dorm to begin packing for his trip. He smothers the disappointment, distracting himself with plans for your next date together when he returns.

[arcanarubinaito]

Short Story Taglist

I’ve been meaning to compile a list of content tags I will commonly use, and their meanings. This both gives me a handy reference to use when I’m finalizing everything to post—because honestly I blank out on how to tag it once I get to that point, lol—and I figure I’d post it as both a reference for my own readers and a potential resource for other minific authors here on Tumblr.

This list will be updated as needed; and if you have any tag you think should be added, please comment your suggestions!

I will not be adding tags for certain taboo subjects, as that content will never be on my blog and I’m sure those who write it already know how to properly tag it.

I will not be adding ship tags because frankly there are too many to add.

Please note that this list contains Content Warning tags.

Spoiler Warnings

Asra’s Route

Nadia’s Route

Julian’s Route

Muriel’s Route

Portia’s Route

Lucio’s Route

Tales (Insert Specific Tale Here)

Upright Ending

Neutral Ending

Content Warning Tags

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Gore

Suicidal Tendencies

Self-Harm

Torture

Sexually Explicit Content

Substance Abuse

Depictions of Alcohol

Mild/Mentioned Alcohol Use

Depictions of Drug Use

Mild/Mentioned Drug Use

General Content Tags

Platonic Relationship(s)

Romantic Relationship(s)

Comfort

Hurt/Comfort

Anxiety/Comfort

Hurt/No Comfort

Angst

Whump

Cuddles

Fluff

Major Character Death

Minor Character Death

Slow Burn

Series

Miscellaneous Tags

SFW (<18)

NSFW (18+)

[x] Words

Ask Box

Request

Commission

Gift

Character Tags

Reader/OC Tags

GN Reader

AFAB Reader

AMAB Reader

Nonbinary Reader

Female Reader

Male Reader

Transfem Reader

Transmasc Reader

Self Insert

Apprentice OC

Original Character(s)

Main Six

Asra Alnazar

Nadia Satrinava

Julian/Ilya Devorak

Muriel of the Kokhuri

Portia/Pasha Devorak

Lucio/Montag Morgasson

Familiars/Animals

Faust

Chandra

Malak

Inanna

Pepi

Mercedes & Melchior

Camio

Chimes & Flamel

Jaeger

Courtiers

Consul Valerius

Praetor Vlastomil

Procurator Volta

Pontifex Vulgora

Quaestor Valdemar

Side Characters

Aisha Alnazar

Salim Alnazar

Tasya/Anastasia Devorak

Lishka Devorak

Mazelinka

Halinka (A Warm Welcome)

Khamgalai of the Kokhuri

Morga Eirsdottir

The Satrinavas

Nasrin Satrinava

Namar Satrinava

Nafizah Satrinava

Nazali Satrinava

Navra Satrinava

Nahara Satrinava

Nasmira Satrinava

Natiqa Satrinava

Gavin (The Bazar Job)

Minor Characters

Chamberlain (One of the Palace servants. Unclear if ‘Chamberlain’ is his name or his title.)

Ludovico (Palace Guard)

Bludmila (Palace Guard)

Selasi (The Baker)

Saguaro (An acquaintance of Asra’s, from Nopal)

Tilde the Leech Monger (A leech merchant near Mazelinka’s house.)

Barth/Bartholomew (Bartender of The Rowdy Raven)

Aedile Velos (Once slept in the Palace’s haunted guest room.)

Major Arcana

The Fool (0)

The Magician (I)

The High Priestess (II)

The Empress (III)

The Emperor (IV)

The Hierophant (V)

The Lovers (VI)

The Chariot (VII)

Strength (VIII)

The Hermit (IX)

Wheel of Fortune (X)

Justice (XI)

The Hanged Man (XII)

Death (XIII)

Temperance (XIV)

The Devil (XV)

The Tower (XVI)

The Star (XVII)

The Moon (XVIII)

The Sun (XIX)

Judgment (XX)

The World (XXI)

[aquagirl1978]

You can hear a ghost wailing from somewhere and it goes Napo smuuuuut Napo smuuuuuut......

This must be one of those Christmas Ghosts hanging around into the New Year. Ask and ye shall receive - let's ring in the New Year with Napoleon!

ANOTHER NEW YEAR - NAPOLEON BONAPARTE X READER (IKEMEN VAMPIRE)

A/N: Part of the 'Tis the Season for Love Content Creation Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore and @voltage-vixen

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader

Prompt: smut prompt list - Fun under the blanket

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI

"Happy New Year, nunuche." His voice was slurred with sleep as he greeted you with a gentle kiss.

"It's so cold," you complained, the blankets now strewn across the bed. You quickly pulled the covers tight around your body as familiar jade eyes watched you intently.

"There's better ways to warm up," he purred. He lifted the covers; rolling on top of you, he covered your body with his. "Much better, no?"

You answered him with another kiss, this one longer and more passionate. It didn't matter how many times you had kissed, or who kissed who first - each and every kiss shared the same spark as that first kiss.

Your body tingled with anticipation as his lean frame pressed harder against yours. Still somewhat sore from your celebratory lovemaking last night, your body did not care. You yearned for this man to be inside you.

"Do you have any New Year's resolutions?"

His question took you by surprise. You pondered it for a moment, your thoughts only on Napoleon. A smile spread on your lips when you found your answer - it was clear what you wanted for this year and every year. "To be by your side."

Napoleon smiled at you, clearly pleased with your response. "What about you?" you asked quickly. While you appreciated the heart-to-heart, your core was screaming at you to move things along.

Napoleon smirked, his green eyes gleaming with mischief. Oh, he had a resolution alright.

"I want to grow our family," he said softly. Warmth filled your core as you felt his hard length push against your thigh.

"And I plan to start today."

A soft moan escaped your lips as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit. Teasing you, you writhed under his body, wanting more. You placed your hand atop his, guiding his cock into your entrance.

You gasped as he entered you, slowly stretching you with each push. Napoleon took his time, allowing you to adjust to his size once he was fully sheathed inside you.

A sweet pleasure filled you, his cock buried deep inside your womb. Pressing your hips against his, you pulled him closer, more than ready for this.

Napoleon brought his hands to your hips; pulling almost all the way out, he roughly thrusted back inside, eliciting loud moans from you. The small fire that started in your belly quickly grew to a raging fire, its flames engulfing you in passion.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pushed your hips up to meet his, his pace face and relentless. His green eyes darkened with desire as he thrusted harder and harder inside, your climax begining to build.

Unwrapping your legs from his waist, he guided your legs over his shoulders. Knowing he was close, your body tensed, then trembled, as he coaxed your first orgasm of the day.

Crying out his name, your body collapsed against the bed in a state of utter bliss. Napoleon continued to thrust inside you until he plunged himself deep inside you, his seed spilling inside you.

He remained inside you, his head resting blissfully on your chest. It wasn't long before he started to stir, his cock stiffening inside you.

Napoleon lifted his head, caressing your cheek in his palm.

"I hope you had no plans because you're not leaving this bed today."

Tagging: @redheadkittys @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @atelieredux @rhodolitesrose @ikehoe @kpop-and-otome @lucyw260 @queengiuliettafirstlady @kisara-16 @lordsisterxotome @violettduchess @umi-adxhira @bellerose-arcana @crypticbibliophile @yarnnerdally

[2sleepy4dis]

╰┈➤ ❝ The Chain as Social Link ❞

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° yesss, let's go with the puuuun lmao. The big reason why I wanted to make this crossover ahah;;; I swear this was a difficult one. "Once you know a Link, you've known them all '' and that couldn't be truer while I was giving them the arcana— anyways, I managed to play and fit it!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° I'll put the symbolism, game-wise and story-wise!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Linked Universe x Persona Crossover

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┊・❥ Time - The Hermit

Symbolizes wisdom, introspection, solitude, retreat and philosophical searches.

Gameplay-wise they deal with mental-ailments and are hermit figures...

Story-wise, I was debating whether to put Hermit or Hierophant but in the end I chose the former!

Both plays the "wise mentor" however the Hierophant leans more on a religious figure which I suppose Time tries to stay out of for reasons.

So, Hermit Arcana! Time spent his life "hidden" voluntarily and involuntarily.

Was hidden in the forest, was hidden in a sacred realm, his adventure became a story in the adult timeline and forgotten in the child timeline— that's probably a few of it!

┊・❥ Twilight - The Moon

There's a lot to unpack but in short it represent being attuned subconsciously to the world and gaining the ability to sense things

Kinda like psych which works with Twilight becoming a wolf

Gameplay-wise this arcana excels in physical abilities with average magic which fits Twilight!

Was thinking if to give this or not because story-wise this arcana tends to project their fears or faults on others, which mainly on the protagonist.

But I could see some way this would work with all the shadow and other world stuff going on.

I feel like because of his experience with shadows he is more sensitive to the Reader who is in contact with them too.

And due to his supportive side he tends to look out more to the reader. Like, uh, platonically explained? He is a protective big bro!

┊・❥ Warrior - The Chariot

Symbol of victory, conquest, self-assertion, self-confidence, control, war and command.

It's fitting just on-point for Warrior.

Gameplay-wise they excels in physical attacks and figures of warriors.

They also have special physical skills! Which Idk how to implement since all Link have it. I think Warrior gives special effects like how in-game of HW the weapons have elemental skills.

Edit: I remembered that skill which instant-kill the enemy. With Warrior who's game is more hack&slash.

Story-wise figures also tend to hide their doubts and weaknesses. This is Warrior we talkin' about. He hides them with smug, flirts and jokes. That mistake of power getting through his head was a scar on his back. Ouch.

Please give him a pat on the shoulder to reassure him ó_ò)

I'd also like to imagine Warrior being the one to teach the Reader about fighting instead of just being Time ^^) he trained with the knights so he does have the experience in teaching and sparring!

┊・❥ Wild - The Hanged Man

OH BOI HERE WE GO— MY FAVOURITE—

Symbolize self-sacrifice for the sake of enlightenment and paradoxes that hangs between sky and earth and also renewal.

Gameplay-wise they excels in survivability!

I guess he could provide Reader about the necessity? Like Iwai who can provide weapons to the Protag—

Story-wise, this the card of the martyr.

Wild life is surrounded by sacrifices. For the champions who sacrificed themselves, Zelda, the King, Hyrule itself.

Wild was in a situation which he had little control over. Not only the calamity, but also the burden he has. The eyes on him.

Yet once the eyes and expectations were gone, he still held on to his task and ended what's left.

Also what I like about this is the hanged man have a leg crossed to the other forming a "4" which makes me think of Wild and the four champions 🫠

Anyways, characters with this cards are in dilemma about their loss. Unable to move on, they can't choose without making sacrificing part of their identity.

So the relationship that the Reader build with them is to face the problem head-on.

Doesn't mean in the end, it's gone. The characters problem with consequences that remain but won't burden them (*cough*tearsofthekingdom*cough*)

┊・❥ Sky - The Justice

Symbolizes the strict allegory of justice, objectivity, rationality and analysis.

Gameplay-wise they excels in light-ability which fits on Sky since he is more close on the divine ones: Zelda as the reincarnation of Hylia, he is the first reincarnation of the hero, if we go to joke he lives literally above the clouds, a very lightened place lol

I have no idea what kind if ability Sky can give to the Reader and I can hear y'all yelling that Sky have more affinity at sword-wielding probably more than Warrior but listen—! ...Maybe I'll give him the bonus: detecting enemy stats, better communication and increasing critical hits 😊

Uuh, story-wise… for those who played persona, knows the tendency what this arcana has and I don't want to spoil others.

The card represent up-coming trials which are fitting for Sky's journey.

Sky. He is just there standing in the background and is mostly viewed as the soft-sky boi but when you push that anger too far?

Funny fact, this characters tend to be stoic individuals but when pushed too far they tend to take drastic measures.

He did have to deal with bullies, unfairness in competitions, his bird being treated unjustly— he gone for blood during his battle with Demise—

Anyways, I'm curious how to implement this in the story 👀

┊・❥ Legend - The Star

The arcana also symbolizes hope, fitting for Legend who brought the timeline in its Golden Era.

Gameplay-wise they excel in elemental attacks and represent multi-talented figures.

So I was thinking about skills gained by Hifum* Tog* since Legend have more experience (and worked in team in TriforceHeroes) to leave battle strategy with him instead of Four and Warrior.

Story-wise they are also multi-talented individuals which can resonate with Legend's journey. He ain't called "vet" for nothing!

Although they also deal with internal and external struggles.

┊・❥ Hyrule - The Magician

It symbolizes power, potential, and the unification of the physical and spiritual worlds.

Uhm, basically stern will and unfailing determination, also a resourceful individual which fits Hyrule so well... if you played his game (I saw a gameplay and that's...that requires a loooot of determination to finish;;;)

Gameplay-wise they excel in magic!

In simple words, he can teach Reader magic.

Also story-wise, they also tends to be the protagonist first friend.

Warrior deals with physical combat teaching so if Reader wants to learn magic Hyrule would be the one and be glad to help! And it's a good form of bonding since you both are gonna be together for.. knows how long.

┊・❥ Four - The Temperance

Symbol of synthesis, prudence, harmony, and the merging of opposites.

Gameplay-wise its figure is well-rounded and figures associated with balance

Story-wise, Four is probably the most balanced in the group, through and through.

Perhaps it's just me but he hasn't got a lot going on with him… on the outside!

He is good at hiding it and has to remind himself about self-control to not use the four sword.

┊・❥ Wind - The Sun

Symbolizes happiness, joy, energy, optimism, and accomplishment

It literally represented by a child riding a horse (in Wind's case a boat)

No one has been this arcana in team-party in persona so game-play wise idk how they are besides being associated with light, sun and fire.

Story-wise, these characters find themselves in severe terrible situations but they still manage to keep optimistic despite the tragedy of their past.

This is kinda like every Link ngl.

Unlike in Declined Hyrule which focuses more on hopefulness, the New World does focuses more on optimism to find something else beyond in the Great Sea.

Perhaps Wind didn't have a tragic story like Wild or a big one like Time. And the light-hearted style of the game (with dark story) but it does have it's message of letting go of the past and moving on to a better tomorrow.

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That's it! That's all! For now!

A/N: Thanks for reading all the way here! I'm thinking to separate the list in parts because it's too long but at the same time I don't wanna to not... flood the tags about my crossover junk QwQ) What do you guys think?

Next time I'll give info how the Reader summons their, uh, persona UwU)

[alexesguerra]

Anne Stokes Gothic Tarot Deck (Anne Stokes Collection) Anne Stokes Gothic Tarot Deck (Anne Stokes Collection) Cards – May 8, 2012 by Lo Scarabeo (Author) --Brand New-- Renowned worldwide for her breathtakingly beautiful fantasy artwork, Anne Stokes delights fans yet again with this gorgeous tarot deck. This exquisitely crafted deck offers a compelling gothic twist on the traditional Rider-Waite-Smith suits. The wands are themed to mighty dragons. Cunning vampires have replaced the cups. Skeletons stand in for pentacles, and the swords have become angels. Use this inspiring tarot to explore strange magical worlds, call upon inner strength, understand dark urges, and test the limits of your imagination. Boxed deck (2½ x 4½) includes 78 full-color cards and instruction booklet The companion booklets for most Lo Scarabeo decks are in five languages: English, Spanish, French, Italian, and German. Summary The stylish art of Anne Stokes brings this deck to life…or death, if you go by the number of undead and other fantastical creatures! This attractive, Marseilles-style deck gives traditional Tarot a gothic twist by associating the suits with dragons, angels, skeletons, and vampires. Faeries, unicorns, gargoyles, and sorceresses join in, giving your goth-loving soul plenty to delight in. In-Depth Review Whatever your favorite fantastical beings, you are sure to find them in this deck. A quick trip through the Major Arcana reveals: dragons, dark faeries, light faeries, mermaids, gargoyles, unicorns, sorceresses, and vampires. And if you are familiar with Anne Stokes’ art, you know that she paints them very well. If you are not familiar, but love all things gothic, you will soon become a fan. The Majors follow the Rider-Waite-Smith tradition, but with an edge. Death is not softened “transformation.” Instead, a powerful skeleton with a very large scythe dominates the image. The Hanged Man features Medusa, highlighting the notion that if you really want to see something, it’s going to cost you. The Tower is a faerie caught in a huge web clutching a very large black spider to her chest. The High Priestess is particularly lovely, showing a dark faerie reaching into a pond toward a skull just beneath the surface that is illuminated by a single moonbeam. The Minors are not scenic pips. As a result, you might you might opt to use it for the Majors only, which some readers do when they like a Marseilles style deck. Or perhaps it is a good opportunity to learn to read with such a deck! In the suit of Cups, each card has a large chalice in the center with the requisite number of bats flying around it. The court cards are all vampires. Each card in the suit of Pentacles has a large pentacle in the center and the requisite number of skulls to mark the number of the card. The court cards are all skeletons. In the Swords, each card has a sword accompanied by the requisite number of feathers. The court cards are all angels. For the cards in the suit of Wands, each one has a wand surrounded by the requisite number of dragon tokens. The court cards are all dragons. Deck Attributes Name of deck: Anne Stokes Gothic Tarot Publisher: Lo Scarabeo ISBN: 9780738733647 Creator's name: Anne Stokes Brief biography of creator: Stokes is a popular fantasy artist who lives in Leeds in the beautiful county of Yorkshire, in the United Kingdom, with her husband Ralph, young son Leo and springer spaniel Obi. She been a full time artist for about 12 years. She has loved the world of fantasy ever since she was a child and her father read her The Hobbit. Also the artist of the Necronomicon Tarot, she writes, "It is wonderful to be able to work as an artist and share my visions of fantasy worlds and characters with other people." Name of accompanying booklet: Anne Stokes Gothic Tarot Number of pages of booklet: Booklet is 86 pages; 14 in English Available in a boxed kit?: No Reading Uses: General Artistic Style: Dark fantasy, gothic Tarot, Divination Deck, Other: Tarot Does it follow Rider-Waite-Smith Standard?: Yes Does it have extra cards?: No Does it have alternate names for Major Arcana cards?: No Does it have alternate names for Minor Arcana suits?: No Does it have alternate names for the Court Cards?: No Why was deck created?: To show how one can achieve deep healing by exploring pain. About the Author Lo Scarabeo's Tarot decks have been acclaimed all over the world for originality and quality. With the best Italian and international artists, each Lo Scarabeo deck is an exceptional artistic value. Commited to developing innovative new decks while preserving the rich tradition of Tarot, Lo Scarabeo continues to be a favorite among collectors and readers. Llewellyn is the exclusive distributor of Lo Scarabeo products in North America. Product details Series: Anne Stokes Collection Cards: 78 pages Publisher: Llewellyn Publications; Multilingual edition (May 8, 2012) Language: English ISBN-10: 0738733644 ISBN-13: 9780738733647 Product Dimensions: 2.8 x 1.2 x 4.8 inches Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces

[bunnyluvx]

masterlist. ♡

honkai star rail.

hsr characters and their love languages!

texting characters saying you had a nightmare!

texting your girlfriend saying "i want a kiss"!

texting your boyfriend saying "i want a kiss"!

genshin impact.

genshin characters and how they would celebrate your birthday with you!

characters as teachers!

the arcana.

the romanceable cast and their favorite ways to spend time with you!

the hanged man. (julian devorak x gn!reader)

arcane: league of legends.

the main cast and their anniversary presents to you!

your partner misses you (smau)!

overwatch.

spring is my favorite season. (lifeweaver x m/non-binary!reader)

[saintunhinged]

Until now, it had been clear to you that Julian was not particularly adept at seeing the best in himself. As a result, you weren’t completely surprised when he said he was doubtful about the future of his freedom, and how he might be not able to keep you safe within it.

In Mazelinka’s house, the thin curtain that separates the bedroom from the living room, made it possible for you to hear everything he had to say in the next room.

The fact that he was self-incriminating himself worried you. He would eventually convince himself that you deserve someone better than him; someone who could give you everything he was not capable of giving.

You refused to settle for the disheartening words that came from his mouth, so you walked in to confront him. In a weak mutter, you whispered Julian’s name loudly enough for him to hear you and realize he was not alone. It didn’t take him long for his pale skin to burn bright red just by looking at the sound’s source.

“Oh!” He shot up from his sitting position on the bed, obviously unaware of your presence before. In his haste, he stumbled over his clumsy feet. “Where’d you come from? Well, no, not ‘where’ but uh..” He trails off, and a long silence passes over you. He cleared his throat as the awkwardness of the situation began to settle in. “How.. uh, how long have you been standing there here?” He asked guilelessly, careful to avoid eye contact.

“Long enough to know you’re not treating yourself well.” You saunter closer to him, bringing your hands up to either side of his face. “I thought we talked about this, Julian.” As he sheepishly glanced at everything in sight but your face, his body language conveyed his embarrassment as he looked around.

The tall man chuckled a humorless laugh, “You’d think I would know better by now.” He dropped his head, quickly bringing it back up in a split second. “I’m sorry.” He irresolutely claimed, his voice no louder than a whisper.

“Apologize to yourself. I’m not the one who needs to hear it.” You softly told him. You hated when he thought the worst of himself, telling himself he was destined for the worst. More than anything, you wanted a future with him, but with the way things were unfolding, you weren’t sure how much time with him was in that future.

He shook his head, disagreeing frantically. “I don’t deserve it. I— You don’t deserve what I’m putting you through.” Dejected, he sighed. Due to his preoccupation with his thoughts, he found it difficult to glance at you. He flopped down on the edge of the bed. His elbows dug into his thighs, and his head fell into his hands.

You guessed this was on his mind for a while now. The reaction he gave upon first noticing you was enough to understand he wasn’t planning on you finding out. You let your body sink into the shabby mattress next to him. “You can talk to me. Tell me what’s bothering you, Julian?” Your hand finds his leg, softly rubbing circles there with your thumb.

For a moment, you lose hope in getting a response. That is until he released a long, shaky breath. “I never wanted you to get involved in this,” He started off with a sentence that made you uneasy. You had a feeling where this was heading. “I know this train I’m on is leading to my own terrible fate, I don’t want to drag you down with me when this is all over.” Anxious, he stuttered fiercely, the words swarming in his head failing to correspond with the ones flying past his lips. “I- I just, uh, I figured I’d flee before you er .. you had the chance to stop me..” Bashfully, Julian stood up in an attempt to move himself further away from you, but your deft fingers gently grabbed ahold of his wrist.

His tall frame hovered over you when you stood with him. Maybe it was anger or distress, or even both, but abrupt emotions bubbled inside of you at the jolting revelation. “So you were just planning to leave without even saying goodbye? I’m a part of this now. It was never your decision.” Just the notion of a scarring betrayal played out by him tugged the strings attached to your heart in all the wrong ways. He mentioned something along those lines in previous conversations, ones that were quickly fixed with your help. Now, somehow there was no need for conscious reasoning to know he really considered leaving this time. You felt it.

You couldn’t fight the urge to hold him close, and soon your arms encased his lanky torso. Enthusiastic, he clung hopelessly to you like you might disappear if he loosened his grip even a little. “We’re in this together, no matter what. I choose this. I choose you, and whatever comes with it. I won’t let you sabotage this, Julian.” The closeness allowed you to deeply breathe in his invigorating, earthy aroma. “I care about you more than anything.”

“I can’t help but wonder why that is? There are so many others your time would best be spent with, yet you’re wasting it on someone like me.” He timidly voiced his doubts out loud.

“None of them are nearly as overly dramatic, stubborn, and irresponsibly impulsive as you.” His cheeks flush at the statement. Ready to utter a thousand claims to defend those actions, Julian opens his mouth to respond, only to be intercepted by you. “But most importantly, no one comes close to the brave and selfless man I’ve fallen for. You do know I love you, right?”

He’d never get tired of hearing you express your love to him. But nothing felt better than feeling it. He pulls back to place a sweet kiss on your forehead, then his lips press firmly against yours. His mouth parts and you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Julian groaned, his body sagging against yours as he lost himself in your touch.

Gods, did he love hearing you say those words. Much like the first time you told him you loved him, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t believe there was a chance you could ever love him, but you did, and knowing that was the best thing in the world. “Of course,” he breathed, “And I love you, darling, but..” His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and you recognized the common ‘I’m not worthy of your love’ speech coming on.

“There is no ‘but’. I want to be with you, to love you. I’m not walking away when things get difficult.”

“Don’t you understand, love? Nothing is easy when I am involved.” There was no reasonable reason for denying the truth he believed lay behind that statement. But maybe, just maybe it didn’t have to be that way?

With sincere and intense conviction, you spoke honestly, “I’m willing to take that chance.” You cared too much about what happened to him. There was no way you’d let him face his troubles alone.

Lost in thought, his gaze trailed over every aspect of your facial features. Only a fool would be daft enough to let something so beautiful slip away from them. “You’re remarkable,” A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, “..I guess I should thank you for uh.. stopping me from doing something I’d regret for the rest of my life.” Content with his newly restored confidence, he was bolstered enough to accept it: he was lucky to have someone like you.

Smiling, you tenderly kiss him. “Don’t mention it.”

this is kinda old, but i wanted to rewrite it since i didn’t like how it was written. new and improved fr

[arcana-magica]

@the-lazyyy-artist

NOTE — you chose julian despite having started with asra and it was a pleasure to write this for you!

good thing you’re impatient because julian likes to do things as soon as he thinks of them. he isn’t really impatient, he’s just..restless. even when he’s standing still he has to be doing something, anything with his hands. so, he really likes that he can do anything you want him to do right as you ask him to do it.

but he’s also trying to help you understand that you don’t have to do everything instantly by yourself. he can and will trip over himself to help you out. he might be a mess but he cares for you way too much to actually procrastinate. cause he is actually very good at procrastinating.

he loves to help around with mundane little chores, but he’s rather intent on receiving little kisses in between. his personal favorite is kissing the top of your head while you’re doing one of your little chores.

julian might be a little messy and he also might not like cleaning up after himself at times. and that might lead to little squabbles that end with the two of you pouting and ignoring each other. it usually ends when julian trips over his own mess in his feeble attempt to ignore it which leads to you laughing a little too much as he finally gives in and cleans his mess up.

[luthiendraws]

Everything Comes With A Price

A Julian Devorak fanfic (also on AO3, same title ^^)

Julian sat at his cramped desk, imprisoned in his office in the palace dungeons. The Plague was beginning to take its toll on him. His thoughts began to run together, becoming more and more delirious. Only one image remained clear in his mind: the raven-headed man. He tried to remember just where he saw the creature for the first time. He racked his tired brain, looking for an answer to at least this. Then, it came to him, as if lightning struck an old oak one last time. He flew to a lonely shelf drilled into the stone wall. Deft fingers grazed the spines of the few books he had left until he found the one he was looking for. Pulling it free from the rest, the silvery mark on the cover held the promise of answers to the millions of questions buzzing around his head. 

Sitting back down at the decrepit desk, the doctor flipped through the pages, trying to find an illustration or at the very least a description of the raven-like creature. One passage eventually stuck out to him: 

“The Hanged Man is the XII Major Arcana in a tarot deck. In its Upright form, it represents righting wrongs and taking accountability.”

Julian thought about the words on the yellowing pages before him. Taking accountability, huh? He thought to himself. Well, who exactly takes accountability for a plague? The doctors? Should we be the ones hanging for our failures? This question made him stop. Who should be taking accountability? Many answers were possible, however it was harder to decide which was correct. Looking back to the book, he read on: 

“In its Reversed form, The Hanged Man represents a call to action of sorts, a sign to start moving now. 

“What do you think I’ve been doing?” he muttered to himself. Flipping through the rest of the chapter, he found that it was possible to contact the figure, through a magician’s gate. 

“Well it’s a bit late for that” he sighed, thinking back to a certain fluffy-haired mage. 

Continuing on, he read that The Hanged Man could also be reached through borders. At first, he thought the book meant physical borders. He stood up and stepped onto a crack in the stone floors. Nothing happened. Perplexed, he thought maybe that it wasn’t a large enough border, and attempted to slip his foot under the door of his prison. Still no results. 

Sitting back down, he read even further. Upon this, he discovered that if he simply had read a bit more, he would have found that they had meant a metaphysical border, such as the state of being between consciousness and asleep, or, more gravely, between life and death. Well, he thought, I do need to sleep eventually. He laid down on the uncomfortable slab he called a bed, and tried to quiet his mind for long enough to fall asleep. 

Sleep came after what seemed like hours of tossing and turning. When he woke up however, he was not in his office any longer. He was standing on an island with a solitary lamp that gave off a bloody red glow. Mangrove trees grew around him, branches twisted into an incomprehensible tangle. Looking around, he couldn’t see any other life forms. He called out into the surrounding fog, listening intently for another voice, or any other sign of life for that matter. 

Then, out of the gloom, appeared the figure that haunted many of his dreams. The Hanged Man stood before him, seemingly flesh and bone. 

“Before you ask, no, you are not imagining this. You are between sleep and consciousness, but you shall soon wake, so do make haste” the creature stated, their voice steady. 

Julian’s mind raced, struggling to find the right words to get his point across. 

“Well- I- This-” he stammered, not able to find his footing in the sudden time crunch. He took a deep breath, conscious of his words and his limited time frame. Even though many questions layed heavy on his heart, such as Did you suffer terribly before you were gone? Did you blame me?, but he knew that he had to prioritize his duty to the city over his own feelings. 

He finally was able to choke out the right questions: “What is the source of the plague, and how do we stop it?” 

The Hanged Man looked thoughtful, Julian thought he looked mildly impressed, even though it was for a fleeting moment.

“Many questions occupy your head don't they? Even more lie in your heart. It takes true courage to ask the right ones.” They paused for a moment, studying the man before them. “Unfortunately, everything comes with a price, that includes answers to such burning questions such as yours. I mainly deal in amending past wrongs, or celebrating forgotten victories. Therefore, the currency I deal in are memories.” 

“Memories?” Inquired Julian. 

“Yes. You simply choose what memories to give up, and in return, you will receive the cause and cure to the plague. I do wish I could give you more time to decide, however, we are running short on that resource in particular.” 

It didn’t take long for Julian to decide to take the deal. The problem was deciding which memories to give up. The ones filled with remorse came to mind first. The problem with giving up those memories was forgetting the people who were in them. More specifically, one person. Each memory was tainted with remorse, but behind that was a flicker of good feelings, of laughter, of love. But he knew he had to let those memories go. That those times were long dead, left with the dying breath of a well loved soul. 

After a short while, he turned to the figure. “I’m ready to make the trade.”

 The Hanged man reached out a clawed hand, waiting for Julian to shake it. After a final moment of hesitation, Julian took their hand. A mark started to appear on his throat, the same one that was emblazoned on the dusty book. 

The searing pain woke him with a start. It felt as if someone had taken a white-hot knife and carved a pattern into his throat. Sitting upright, he grabbed at his neck, trying to dull the pain somehow. Then suddenly, the pain dissipated, leaving nothing but smooth skin, and a fleeting memory of someone's voice. The trip had been a success. He flipped to a chapter in the book about message sending, and scrawled out a short message to Asra, explaining his plan. He hoped that maybe there was enough compassion in the magician’s heart to help him one last time.Finally, the doctor knew how to stop this damned plague. 

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[imarriedyourwifegoatman]

The Main 6 with an S/O who’s Embarrassed of their Acne Scars

Got the idea for this while working on a short, Portia drabble. Enjoy!

-Mod Pita

(Please send requests!!!)

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Asra:

So Asra has known you the longest out of all our lovely loves, so he knows about your scars and how you feel about them

Has reassured you many times that they’re beautiful

Comforts you when you’re feeling ashamed of them

It’s honestly hard to feel embarrassed about them when he’s around

If he catches you looking sadly at them in the mirror, he picks you up, and hurls you onto the bed

Congratulations it’s cuddly comfort time

Kisses each and every scar as you lie down together

We love our magic boy and his loving reassurance

Nadia:

She was at first confused when you confided in her your insecurities, but quickly switched to a more understanding mode

Let’s be honest, our girl Nadi has had clear skin since she was a child so she doesn’t really understand the struggle

Like Asra, she comforts you whenever noticing that you’re feeling down about it, but in a more elegant way

Makes offhandedly comments about how beautiful you are while not so subtly smiling your way

You know what she’s doing, she’s very obvious about it, but you like the assurance so you’re not about to tell her to stop

Will buy you all the best make up and concealer if that’s what you want

Making sure her s/o feels loved? In her palace? It’s more likely than you think

Julian:

Our boy Julian is a Doctor Man ™, so he knows acne scars are completely natural

He tells you this all the time

But he understands when you have trouble believing him

Honestly is the sweetest when it comes to comforting

Holds you face in his hands as he stares intensely at you

He’s quiet as he scans your face before nodding

“Yup just as I thought. You’re perfect.”

Will massage your back where other scars are

Let this boy shower you with affection and you’ll never feel self conscious again

Muriel:

Lovely Mountain Man Muriel has plenty scars of his own, so he gets your insecurities

Unless you have known each other for a long time, it’s unlikely he’ll show you comfort in a physical way

He’s not very talkative, but that just makes the times he says something sweet that much sweeter

We all know Muriel would never judge you for something you can, and you now that too, but it doesn’t stop the worry that spreads through you every time you’re close to his face

If you guys have known each other for a while, and he’s comfortable with contact between you two, you bet he’ll give random touches to your scars

Let me paint you a picture; it’s nighttime, and you guys are getting ready to go to bed. You’re laying in his chest and he lifts your head towards him. Softly, he brings a hand up and lightly caresses your cheeks, a look of adoration across his face

He’s the best at wordless reassurance

Portia:

Like Muriel, has plenty of her own flaws, so that paired with her fluffy personality makes her the bets at comforting you

She probably finds out about your embarrassment of them the first time y’all are getting heated.

She already knows about the scars you have on your face, and has assured you she thinks they’re beautiful, but she still feels you tense up when she goes to take off your shirt.

That’s when you confide in her how you feel it’s unnatural and not pretty how you have acne and scars on your back and chest

Portia made sure that’s every touch she gave you that night was infused with all the love she could muster up

Multiple nights are spent worshiping each other’s bodies, because Portia does have her share of stretch marks she feels self conscious about.

Just mutual love and appreciation all around

Lucio:

Straight up didn’t even notice them until you pointed them out

Like Nadia, he will take you out and get you all the best make up money can buy

Will crack a few jokes about it in attempt to make you feel better

He’s trying, but he really doesn’t get it

He adores you, and he tells you this ever day in hopes you’ll feel better

Can’t have your self doubt jacking his style

Jk jk

But during baths and shower together, he makes sure to worship your body and scars

He will always think you’re beautiful, regardless of what you might consider flaws

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*self projects like a b o s s*