NPMD Tarot - The Hierophant
Others from the series: The Devil, The Lovers, The Star, Strength, The World
Symbolism + some WIP/alternatives are under the cut C:
My intuition put Grace as the High Priestess, but from what I've read it's more about spirituality and intuition, while the Hierophant is all about strong traditional beliefs and ruling/leading, so it fits her way better! :D
Left side/Beginning has the dance cancellation sign, since that was her mission and Max was her first victim, while on the right/Ending is Jason and the Black Book, her mission and source of power has changed.
Halo= superiority, holy mission, Red as a sign of danger/death to come (which is why the light it's only on the boys)
She's sitting on what's supposed to be the bleachers C:
Doodles:
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*the 7 demigods and some of their families at a get together*
tristan mclean: i still don’t love that 3 teenage couples were all on an isolated boat together. for weeks. including you, pipes
piper: don’t worry dad. coach hedge was very strict. there was no funny business allowed
leo: yeah especially after the percy and annabeth scandal. i mean,
you should have seen how much coach yelled when frank found them in the stables the next morning-
annabeth and percy: LEO!!
leo:
piper:
jason:
thalia:
hazel:
tristan:
nico:
frank:
frederick chase:
mrs. chase:
paul:
sally: no please continue. i’d love to hear this
percy: *glares at leo*
leo: *accidentally catches on fire and runs away*
everyone:
frank: i looked away quickly, i swear!
annabeth: YOU DIDNT NEED TO!
percy: YEAH ALL WE DID WAS-
annabeth: PERCY OH MY GODS SHUT UP!
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can't stop thinking about ranpo being the one person dazai is close to who he can touch without worrying about nlh., with everyone else, every touch is paired with the sensation of his ability cancelling out theirs but with ranpo it's just. normal touch. and it's so strange and almost eerie at first because casual touch is always so much. dazai's touch is meant to be used as a weapon, and he's forcibly reminded of that every time he pats atsushi's head or pokes kunikida's cheek or brushes up against kenji. gentle, casual, touch is not what dazai is meant for.
but then he touches ranpo and there's nothing. there's just the surface-level feeling of his hair pinched between dazai's fingers. he touches ranpo, and it's only skin-deep. ranpo touches him, and never once flinches at the sensation of no longer human. and dazai starts to think maybe his touch doesn't have to be a weapon all the time, maybe just this once, it can be skin-deep and gentle. maybe with ranpo, he can learn how touch is supposed to feel.
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Keep All Your Worries Aside
Alastor on his partner's birthday - Headcanons
Warnings: implied power imbalance, slight manipulation
Tags: Alastor x reader, gn reader, fluff, self indulgent as hell
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Alastor used to adore birthdays when he was alive. It was the perfect time to get to know people; friends and targets alike.
He also got the chance to earn the person's favor, which was never a downside to him. He never knew when it would be useful to have those people on his side, after all.
Whenever he had partners in his lifetime, whether just for show or out of genuine care for their company, he spoiled the ever living heart out of them. Dinner, gifts, dancing, his absolute undivided attention—whatever they wanted and more he made sure to give it all to them.
It was unconsciously an addicting habit for him. He loved the way it made them so happy. How he knew he was the cause of their smiles and hence could just take it away any time he wanted to. How it made them so thankful to get to spend such a special time with him.
After he died, however, the excitement over birthdays was all but left behind in the mortal part of his existence.
Alastor didn't see the point of celebrating a birthday, specially when in Hell. After all, he was hard pressed to even find anyone that was happy about being born into this world, only to be stuck in such a miserable cesspool in the end.
And besides, not a lot of wandering souls even revealed that much of themselves anymore. Something as personal as a birthday was often kept a secret, in fear of it being used against them somehow.
Perhaps, sarcastically, he has brought up the idea here and there. If he knew it brought some sort of anguish or misery to some lowly sinner, why wouldn't he?
But when it was his darling partner who just openly shared such information with him? Oh, he just couldn't help but to be interested.
Such a little act showed how much they trusted him, and he couldn't just let that go unpaid, could he? It would mean he would owe them, after all.
Alastor found that his old habits came back a lot faster than he expected them to. He found himself dragging his darling out all around the pentagram—whether they wanted to go or not—showing them off, showing them the sights, showing them a generally great time with his arm looped around theirs.
He bought every single thing they even glanced at, but he didn't dare burden their arms with holding it all. No, he had his shadow creatures trailing behind, carrying all his gifts for them.
Couldn't he just simply bring them into their room at the hotel? Of course! Easily so with a snap of his fingers. But that wouldn't be as fun as getting to show off just how well he could provide for his partner.
It's only when his dear finally asked him to ease up on the fanfare—they feared the trail of shadows would cause a traffic accident at this point—did Alastor finally stop and just transported their gifts to the hotel.
He took them out dancing, shopping, drinking. Always had a hand on them no matter what, to keep them close.
He found that old giddy feeling in his chest seeing his darling smile because of him—knowing he alone caused their happiness.
And when they thanked him at the end of it all? Said those oh so humble words
"I have no idea how to repay you for all of this."
Well, no one could blame him when his grin stretched just a tad bit wider. Eager, excited, thrilled. He hadn't exactly set out to earn any favors on their birthday, it was simply to pay back the trust they gave him.
But hey, he wouldn't turn down having his darling in debted to him. And he could certainly think of a few ways they could return the favor.
It is my birthday and if I say I want fluffy Al, I'm getting fluffy Al.
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