The Chariot
Micah Hale, Deputy, Hope County Sheriff Department
The Chariot is a card of willpower, transformation, confidence and determination. It's a card of forward movement and action, determinedly pushing into victory and overcoming challenges. It's a card of intention and resolve, facing obstacles head-on and never backing down.
For Micah, her motorcycle is her chariot, a symbol of her sense of self and her sense of freedom. The wings and antlers are symbolic of both her past and the guiding forces in her life, as well as representing her status as 'Rook' and her place with the Whitetail Militia.
Instead of the traditional wand, she's holding scales, weighed with planes. The allusion to John is obvious, as is her precarious balance between the Resistance and the Project; her torn loyalties and her desire to balance them despite all odds being against her.
Her sphinxes are Boomer and Peaches, opposing forces of their own that she walks between, keeping them together and working smoothly, and earning the loyalty of difficult and varied personalities.
Ultimately, she's a harbinger to both the Project and the Resistance, a hero and villain to both sides of the conflict, desperately, and vainly, trying to forge a path to peace.
She fits both upright and reversed readings of the card, as torn as she is in an impossible scenario she can't win, yet she never quite gives up.
All my deepest heartfelt gratitude to @redreart for so beautifully bringing this concept to life for me. She took my idea and turned it into something beyond my wildest dreams. The details are so perfect, from the colors to Micah's hair... every little bit is all I could've asked for and more. Thank you for bringing my girl to life so incredibly! <3 If you get the opportunity for a commission, don't hesitate! <3 <3
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Draco: gets on the Hogwarts express at the beginning of the year
Draco: Okay, Goyle, you go left, Crabbe, you go right. Meet here in 5 minutes when we figure out what carriage he's in
5mins later
Goyle: he's in the fifth carriage from the front
Draco: Perfect
*Bangs open compartment door*
Potter - you're an orphan. Weasley - you're poor. Granger - Mudblood
Draco *oh yeah, i got em so good*
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Yor Week Day 5: Family ☕🍵
A quick drabble of Yor and a teen Anya! I just wanted a sweet little snapshot of their daily life post-canon/post-reveals
“Your birthday’s coming up.” Yor stirred her coffee. “Are you busy? Your father and I were thinking of taking you to the aquarium, he said there’s a special event going on the same day.”
“I’m not sure,” Anya leaned her chin in her hands. The pair sat at an outdoor table at the local cafe. “Becky wanted to go out. She and a few friends wanted to spend the day together.”
The aforementioned friend’s sense of fashion had started to rub off on her. Happy to lose her high school uniform on breaks like this, she was dressed in current trends and styles. She’d grown her hair long to style in her own way, refusing help from her friends. Yor never said anything, but she recognized the way the thick braids tucked just at her neck, with curling pink locks framing her face.
Anya’s features scrunched up, lost in thought for a moment. “So...”
She was slowly ridding herself of the habit, but Yor couldn’t help her thoughts from carrying her away in nervousness. Of course the girl’s friends would want to take her out. She thought the aquarium was a good idea – Yuri had loved going too, as a kid. But that was just it, Anya wasn’t a baby anymore. She had to stop thinking she knew how to care for a family just because she’d cared for her brother for a little while. Having a daughter was different.
“That sounds fun,” she forced a smile. Knowing it wasn't the most convincing of looks, she flooded her mind with the thought. She did believe it. It did sound fun. Things with friends were always great. Yor was so happy Anya had such wonderful friends in her life. Anya deserved to have fun with them. “Yes, you should do that!”
Sure enough, she saw Anya’s bright eyes studying her. Though her mind was spilling with positivity, the conflicted look on the girl’s face didn’t lessen.
“The thing is… we’ve been doing a lot as a family recently, and, well…”
Yor’s hands clutched around her mug. Hairline cracks appeared on the side. She willed herself to calm down, but her heart was breaking as much as the cup. It was no wonder her daughter would rather spend the day with others! She’d been too overbearing, too enthusiastic to do lame things. She’d been keeping Anya from being the free teenager she wanted to be.
She’d heard accounts of children growing up too fast, but it was even more painful than she’d expected. It seemed like only yesterday she was threatening parents of students who were insulting Anya’s tiny stature, and now she was grown and running off to make her own birthday plans.
“So it was you that scared Mrs. Greene our first year!”
“What?!” This time, the mug did shatter. Coffee and porcelain shards spread across the cafe table.
“I knew it!” She let out a giggle. “You had papa fooled, though.” Anya handed her a napkin, and helped to mop up the mess. “And mamaaaa…” She tugged on one of her pink curls, looking away.
Yor was surprised; that little gesture was a habit of her own. “What’s wrong?”
“I was going to say… I really want to hang out with you two.”
Her eyebrows raised.
“I just thought it would be silly to cancel on Becky, you know? Since we’ve already done so much together lately. But… the aquarium sounds fun. I really want to spend my birthday with you.”
Yor nodded, trying not to let her face betray her giddiness at the sentiment. “That sounds wonderful!”
The two continued making plans. Yor wanted her to be able to see her friends as well, and there was certainly room for everyone at the aquarium. Anya wanted to make sure the 'special event' wasn't an invention of her workaholic father. The three were used to working cases together, but it was her birthday, after all.
Suddenly, Anya’s eyes narrowed. Her lips twisted into something mischievous. “So… what are you guys getting for my present?”
“I told you, it’s a surprise,” she said as her daughter stared intently.
Her look of triumph immediately turned to horror. She swatted her hands at Yor. “Noooo! Stop that! I don’t need to hear about you and papa making out!”
“Maybe you shouldn't have been snooping.” Yor grinned shamelessly. “Come on, I get to keep one thing from you all year.”
“That’s still gross.” She made a theatrically disgusted face, which only made Yor’s smile soften. “Hey! It's not adorable when I do that.”
“You’re always adorable.”
Anya huffed.
“And also,” Yor grimaced.
“Mm?”
“That whole thing about Charles’ parents stays between us, alright? Your father can never know.”
The girl let out a laugh. “Aw, mama. I'm you're daughter – you know I can keep a secret.”
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