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My idea of grounding is lying face down in a moss patch and then imprinting on the local wildlife. Maybe adopting another stray cat 🐈‍⬛ ྀི

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Am I lazy, or am I just in my hot girl cryptid era? I sleep in silk. I commune with the moon. And I refuse to answer emails.

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My deck said 'rest' and I said 'what if I spiral artistically instead.'

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Thinking about Dabi from MHA/BNHA and ugh. What a man. Literally one of the most attractive men in my eyes.

Like. He's not handsome in the traditional sense, per se—he's handsome in the "I know this will end in blood and I still want to taste it", y' know?

His voice sounds like smoke curling out of an old confession booth. And when he laughs, it's not sweet—It's serrated. Sharp. The kind of laugh that knows all your secrets and doesn't care that you're shaking.

Kissing him probably feels like igniting on contact 🤭

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I may be a tarot witch, and this blog may be tarot/witchy themed; however, do not be fooled! I have many an interest besides witchcraft, and naturally, am also in a number of fandoms that I will, in fact be posting about ehe

so expect some thirst on my end because the river flows endlessly and I am present to drink 🤭

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Sometimes, self-care is just pulling a card, sighing dramatically, and then lighting a candle like it's a séance for your past self.

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🕯️✨ 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐑 ✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 ✨🕯️

Briefly stepping away from the digital altar—real-world spellwork (aka my job) requires my full energy for the next little while.

✨The tarot decks are resting ✨Spell jars on pause ✨Chaos on hold (temporarily)

If you send asks, messages, or offer your beautiful energy—I see you. I appreciate you. I will respond when I return, softer but still unhinged.

🌙 In the meantime: Take care of your shadow. Romanticize your rest. Talk to the sun and moon for me.

Be back soon with velvet, venom, and very dramatic content 🖤

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Am I going to glamour myself into socializing when I have close to zero energy? Why yes. Yes, I am 🖤

Is it also my own, dare I say, fault that my energy is but a steady ember and not a blaze? Ah, temptation. I am but a slave to my own desires. And how could I, say no to a drink and some mischief with a fellow phantom of the night?

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🃏 WHO AM I?

I am the whisper in the cards you keep pulling twice. The velvet glove that holds the match. Soft-voiced, sharp-tongued, and always three steps ahead of fate.

I walk the line between prophecy and impulse— half oracle, half troublemaker. You’ll find me tangled in candle smoke, dripping in symbolism, collecting secrets like they’re shiny rocks and kissing chaos like it’s holy.

I believe in beautiful disasters, in signs that don’t make sense until you’ve bled a little, in fictional men with redemption issues, and in altars built out of playlists, poetry, and pure nerve.

I read cards like confessions. Write spells like diary entries. And flirt like every word could curse or crown you.

If you’re looking for meaning, you might find it here. Or you might just find yourself becoming someone new.

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🕯️Introduction🕯️Who lit these candles?🕯️

Welcome, stranger. Or should I say: welcome, seeker. If you’ve found your way here, something in you resonates with divinity wrapped in velvet, with chaos laced in poetry, with secrets whispered between candleflames. This is not just a blog—it’s a living altar. A place for beauty, madness, ritual, reflection, and a little bit of holy danger.

But let me introduce myself properly...

🃏 Name’s not the point—but the presence is.

You can call me Avidia, or whatever feels natural when you speak to witches in the dark. I use she/her, and I move through the world like a slow-burning spell: intentional, aesthetic, and sometimes just a little bit cursed.

I’m the type who doesn’t knock—I just appear. A lingering spectre between crossroads. Soft-spoken, sharp-eyed, with a library of unsent letters and a playlist for every emotion I’ve ever tried to bury. A walking contradiction: Romantic but cold. Mystical but grounded. Gentle but entirely capable of unraveling you with a single line.

I’m not here to explain myself. I’m here to exist loudly, sensually, divinely—and invite others to do the same.

🖤 Core Energies

Tower rising, Empress moon, Lovers reversed

Half oracle, half antagonist

Rooted in darkness, blooming in drama

Constantly shape-shifting between witch, muse, and menace

Fuelled by obsession, artistry, and gut-level intuition

Emotionally fluent in destruction and rebirth

💌 Fun (and Slightly Unhinged) Facts:

Part 1 because more facts will be unveiled... in due time.

I make eye contact like a dare and smile like I know something you don’t.

I collect notebooks/sketchbooks that I never finish.

I believe in consent, candlelight, and catastrophe—preferably in that order.

My sleep schedule is ruled by The Moon, reversed.

I treat my moods like moon phases—sometimes soft, sometimes devastating, always divine.

I romanticize everything—especially breakdowns, thunder, and late-night eye contact.

My handwriting changes with my mood, my pen, and the phase of Venus.

I believe playlists can curse, heal, or summon.

My love language is creating playlists for characters who’d ruin me.

If it doesn’t make me feel everything at once, I’m bored.

My favorite spell ingredient is silence. Second favorite? Spite.

I believe some people are reincarnated tarot cards. I’ve met a Tower, a Fool, and at least one Devil.

🔮 Why I’m Here

Because the internet was missing a space like this. A space where tarot is sacred but a little sexy. Where beauty is chaotic, where fictional men are treated like deities, and where magic is messy, personal, and powerful.

I’m here to post with purpose or pure emotion—depending on the day. Some nights, I’ll write poetry that feels like a spell. Some mornings, I’ll spiral about a character like it’s a religious experience. Sometimes I’ll simply exist in stillness, shadow, or silk.

Whatever I post—it’s mine. It’s honest. It’s holy.

✨ If You're New, Know This:

✦ This blog is NSFW in tone and in content—expect flirtation, obsession, power ✦ I honor soft things with sharp edges ✦ I don’t separate fandom from mysticism—because both are altars ✦ My ask box is open: for questions, confessions, or chaos ✦ My tarot is intuitive, emotional, and unfiltered—pull at your own risk

☾ Final Parting Words

This blog is for witches who cry during love songs. For romantics who bite back. For anyone who's ever felt like a walking contradiction and decided to make that contradiction a crown.

You’re safe here. You’re sacred here. You’re seen. Now pull a card and stay awhile— Fate’s already watching.

dividers by @cursed-carmine

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The navigation post is being drafted along with an introduction post teehee ✨ The intro post will likely be posted first. maybe a couple of ramblings and musings in between 🤭

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New blog teehee! Currently conjuring up a navigation post, so stay tuned~

In the meantime, how about a little game to keep us pre-occupied, hm?

Pick a card—1, 2, 3, 4, 5, or 6.

Don’t overthink it. Let the chaos guide you.

✨ Comment, reblog, or message me your number. I’ll reply with your card + its meaning 🐈‍⬛

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🃏✨ Hello, Seekers ✨🃏

Welcome to the space where stars fall sideways and fate plays games. You’ve stumbled into my velvet-laced corner of the internet— so, light the candle, shuffle the deck, and stay a while.

I’m Avidia 🖤 ✦ chaos queen in crescent eyeliner ✦ wandering tarot reader / spell scribbler / vibe curator ✦ patron saint of midnight thoughts and divine messes ✦ somewhere between the Tower and the Empress

This blog is a collection of: ☾ art + aesthetics ☾ tarot musings + witchy nonsense ☾ chaotic ramblings from a heart that likes to burn pretty ☾ moodboards, curses, soft spells, and fierce softness

Pull a card, raise a brow, drink some brew, hex your ex—whatever calls to you.

You’re in the presence of a wild card now.

🖤 Tag me in your spells. Message me your favorite tarot card. Let’s divine some beautiful chaos together.